"Even a woman would be okay"

I met the man who painted Kairaba’s new house, which is now a nice shade of blue inside. The painter speaks some English, but we converse in a sort of Englaar or Pulish, with occasional French words tossed in to annoy me.

He asks if I could help him to have a correspondance with a painter-man in Europe. “Or even a woman would be okay,” he adds. I tell him I’ll see what I can do. He elaborates a little on how wonderful it would be if he could have a correspondence. I ask questions hoping he will explain what type of painter-man he would like. Someone who paints walls, or pictures, or...?

Instead of an answer I am reminded that, "Even if it is a woman, it is good... Actually, a woman would be better."

"Okay, I will ask..."