Common languageA Poem by Jon Roggie
You learn to talk to people.
Granted this might be an extreme example. Now, before I start, you should be warned I might slip in a few words in Deutsch. I think I should be forgiven, especially since this is happening in West Germany. Yes, I am giving a hint of my age. Morning on the strassenbahn, riding into Koln. Wearing my Yes shirt from the concert the night before. A couple ask me how the show was, and we carry on a conversation. Then, I don't catch what they said. So I have to ask. Entshuldigung Sie bitte. Ich bin ein Amerikaner. Konnen Sie ein bischen langsam sprechen. I am not sure on my spelling, but this simply means, "Excuse me please. I am an American. Could you please speak a little slower." We have been talking for around ten minutes. They were stunned. Personally, since I am walking around with an afro, a dark tan, and a teenage beard, there is no clue on what they thought I was. Just people talking on the subway. They switched to english, and we carried on a conversation switching languages. After remembering the moment, I want a cup of German coffee. That is another story.
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2 Reviews Added on June 19, 2018 Last Updated on June 19, 2018 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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