Since our factories are in Lithuania, and our clients mostly in France and The Netherlands, we travel a lot. And we jump from one culture to the other, and we never notice. Except, every now and then, we feel a difference, like yesterday. We had had a meeting in the Nort-East of Lithuania, five kilometers from Belorussia. Russia itself starts fifty kilometers further and from there it is Russia all the way until Vladivostok, next to North-Korea.
After the meeting we wanted to eat a little and we called a restaurant. Were they open? Yes, sure, they were open, until seven.
On the way to the restaurant it clicked: over here restaurants close at seven. Whereas in France, they open at seven. Small difference, only a detail.