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Re: Forbidden Topics
« on: January 02, 2020, 04:11:26 pm »
Yes, I have heard that there are over 40 different languages in India and that the government holds sessions in English as a common ground.  Is that true?   

When I tried to live downtown in my "hometown" where I grew up (Freehold, New Jersey), I was trying to speak "Broken Spanish" to communicate with neighbors and townspeople, but I almost always resorted to hand signals, facial expressions, and a whole lot of grunting and groaning.

Most of the people I interacted with had a great sense of humor and spoke much better English than I spoke Spanish.  They taught me Spanish more than I taught any English.    There was a lot of kindness toward me, even though, on the whole, I felt very alienated in that environment since I did not join in the "work for money for love" regime.   When I asked the "day laborers" why they subjected themselves to waiting all morning for the opportunity to jump into the trucks of local contractors, they would tell me, "No money, no Love."    It was then I knew that the mujeres bonitas were out of my league, out of my reach.  I could not acclimate myself to the New World Order.

Also, since I was older, I did not bump heads with any youth-gangs.  They kind of let me be as I would wander up and down the railroad tracks and in and out of the woods and fields.   I guess I was more of an oddity, a harmless oddity ... except for my staring too long at the long black hair of some Chicanas.  There were surely those who used a good amount of self-restraint.   It's not polite to stare with a goo-goo ga-ga facial expressions.   Maybe they thought I was touched in the head and gave me a free pass.  I tried not to bother anyone, but when I was drunk, I probably bothered a whole lot of Latinos, and not just the Mexicans.   :-[

What I really would like one day is to read Norwegian (or at least Swedish) so as to be able to read Zappfe, although there is a German translation.    I'm afraid I have neglected the mother tongue.  Neither parents were taught it, and my grandparents never spoke it.    The last generation to speak German would be great grandparents.    As you may know, speaking German was discouraged in Amerika during the great wars as people did not want to draw attention to themselves.

You are right though, Holden, even when speaking the same language, communication is difficult enough.   The lines and symbols on the paper have only relative meaning.  Music seems to bridge this gap, as does mathematics and art.

I ought to count my Lucky Stars that you and Raul and Ibra write in the language that comes easiest to me.   No, actually, to be completely honest, English is the only language I am fluent in.   All others require I use software to dissect.

Even among the natives indigenous to Nordamerika, there were many languages, and the universal must have been a kind of sign language --- quite sophisticated actually.   Supposedly the differences in languages help prevent a man and woman from different tribes/nations from pair bonding.    Of course, that obstacle is overcome by many adventurous souls

When I am out and about, I always feel a little crazy.  That is, I tend to babble on and on, almost talking to myself in public.   Is this social anxiety?

I catch myself trying to steal glances at strangers, trying to communicate with a glance, saying, "I get it.  I know this life is not easy for any of us, no matter what tribe, nation, or religion one is born into."

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