Amman Jordan

My Austrian colleague Alex and I have arrived in Jordan on separate flights. Alex arrived 10 minutes before me and we have arranged to meet in the baggage hall. Standing in line to obtain my entry visa, I’m approached by a European man standing behind me.
‘Do you know the cost of the visa and can I pay for it with a credit card?’ He asks with a well spoken English accent.
‘I’ve no idea at all, I can’t read Arabic, but I’ve got both cash and credit.’
‘I have no local cash, only a credit card, and what part of Australia do you come from?’ He asks.
‘Oh, I’m from New Zealand, I’m a Kiwi, and you, which part of England?’
‘I am so sorry, I find the accents difficult. I’m from Germany and I am a German.’
Great, German.
‘What town do you from?” I ask in German.
‘Yes New Zealand, a nice place, I would very much like to go there some time.’
He didn’t understand a word, My German is bad.
Later, joining Alex in the baggage hall we wait for our luggage.
My German friend enters the hall, smiling he makes his way toward us. I point him out to Alex.
‘I spoke to this guy earlier; he’s one of your lot, a German.’
‘What part off Germany iss he from?’
‘No Idea, He didn’t say.’
I listen to Alex’s High German introduction.
‘Good day, my name is Alex, I am from Austria, what part of Germany do you come from?’
His Oxford English reply of ‘Hello, have you also travelled from New Zealand’ confuses me.
A German that doesn’t understand German?
Later, at our hotel, I am puzzled and question Alex about our German.
‘Ja Bruce, we are in Jordan which hass seventy percent Palestina population. Safer if we should speak more in Deutsch too.’
‘But, why German?’
‘Have a think, the Palestinas fight Israel, The Englisch helped build Israel und the Germans killed 6 million Jews!