To be sitting in a classroom, where I understood maybe one in every twenty words spoken, where all but one other understands the language – it was an unequivocal feeling. The strange familiarity of mentally losing it as time went on takes me back to the days I travelled across the world, finding myself somewhereContinueContinue reading “A Foreign Language”
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Broken China
Some would think would be a limit to the madness I exude. Only two days ago, I received my first burst of frenzied thought which closely followed the starting winter maladies. Today, a sudden onset of deranged laughter occurred in my Chinese class. Though, friends in the class would argue the laughter was for goodContinueContinue reading “Broken China”
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