And then suddenly opposite you in the subway there are three Dutch people sitting. Ratling about divorce. Purely theoretical discussion. High energy. High speed in their talking. It sounds like a quirky language when your observing it.
Many different thoughts passed through my head while listening to them:
– don't miss the language
– its a weird language
– Italian is beautiful compared to Dutch
At the same time your own culture is so close by and so far away. I almost felt they were intruding in my private space. Didn't ask them to be here. Almost felt as if I didn't want them to sit opposite me because it forced me to listen to their conversation. Funny.