"Bitte schön." The teacher says. The class repeats. "Bitte schön."
And one girl sees a day a year or more ago, when the sun was shining brightly.
"Danke." She says, and he replies, "Bitte hon, Bitte."
"Hon?" She asks. "Ist das Deutsch?" He laughed then. "Nein. Hon is a word I use often and to the annoyance of girls everywhere."
"Was möchtest du, Petra?" The teacher asks her. Ich möchte die alte Weise. Ich möchte gestern. "Ich möchte ein Simtbon." She says.
Here is the place where I am to ramble about life and love and languages. You'll probably encounter some quasi-anthropological ranting and a lot of wanderlust. I do try not to be too emo, and occasionally throw in things of worldly interest, so stop by and read if you have a few minutes. :)
Whom to Know
- Elindomiel
- I'm a university student who likes languages, literature, and having friends from all over the world.
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