Years ago I contacted two witnesses at a collision call, who happened to be brother and sister. They were Vietnamese, in their mid-twenties and spoke English with an accent.
I spoke to the male first and he told me what he saw. After I was done with his statement, I asked, “What’s your name?”
With a surprised look I asked, “Your name is Jose?” I couldn’t help it because I had never met a Vietnamese person with Jose for a name.
“Yes. Jose is my American name.”
I smiled as I tried not to laugh because that just sounded funny to me. He smiled too and told me he was born in Vietnam and came to the United States when he was young. He changed his name to Jose.
I next spoke to Jose’s sister and took her statement. After I was done I asked, “What’s your first name?”
You just can’t make this stuff up.