So this Polak, he saved my life whilst my family & I were living in Mombasa many moons ago. When I say saved, I mean he put himself in grave danger to save me. I’ve been eternally grateful since.
Little did I know I’d save his too a few years later. We’re even Steven in that sense. We’ve developed a special kind of friendship over the years. Something that could last a lifetime no matter the distance and direction of the choices we make.
Also back then, his German was terrible but spoke better Swahili. I didn’t speak a lick of Polish & my Swahili was subpar. It’s how we communicated then for months until one day, I heard him speak French whilst on the phone with his Mum. I remember throwing a shoe at him. The entire time I struggled communicating in Swahili when we both spoke French.
MFer. We laugh about it til this day.
@lo
Me: That is hilarious!
Also Me: I'm a dumb American. Better get fluent in a second language.
I don’t think it’s dumb, really. Geographically, especially Switzerland being landlocked, we’re exposed to many languages & dialects because of our neighbours. We have four official languages. Most Europeans default to English when they don’t understand each other anyway.
@lo I don't really see how it's going to fit into my life, but I've always wanted to escape to Patagonia. Some Español would come in handy.