a cappuccino with my comrades, at a local Café Europa
Originally posted on spacegoons blog:
A recent slightly stingy criticism from a friend, about using a foreign language as an aid to explain something to a weaker English speaker, sent me on a nostalgic thinking spree. In my first 17 years in the States, I spoke English only. From the moment my passport was stamped and green card was handed to me at the airport, I was an exclusively English…
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