Linguistic Nostalgia

So you’re there, sitting at your desk, checking your emails, loading files and doing all those other nice little things you usually do at your desk, when you hear it. Your mother tongue. Coming from the office just in front of you! Those first moments of jubilation soon give way to despair and humiliation, because you  know that, despite her mendacious Italian name, your colleague is Britisher than British. You know that! Once again, your whiny nostalgic subconscious has played a little trick on you. You decide to forgive it, now and forever, because in that fugitive moment you felt home.

You also realize how lucky it is that you cannot automatically understand every conversation hummed around you. You would end up overhearing way too much and trying to take part in all of them. And you already talk an awful lot!


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