Have I told you about the "Talking people" in my life. Don't get me wrong, I am in no way haunted or stalked. Instead everyday I have at-least one stranger talk to me. Since you all know how handicapped and illiterate I am when it comes to the German language, I am quite amused.
I just had a stranger talk to me across the street. As usual I stood there first staring at him like an ass, then I politely shook my head in agreement and then when he didn't bother to buzz off, I smiled and walked away. Now this is not a one of its kind experience. Every morning, the African woman in my class tries to converse with me, as though I've slept over her previous days conversation and woken up as an Eritrean. The people in the gym and on the streets probably mistake me for different nationalities.
How do I feel about all this. Well most of the times I am amused. But to tell you the truth sometimes I feel like a donkey who has grown horns and the world seems to tell me about my mistaken identity.
Well all this leaves me with no choice as you can see but to learn the language. The "der,das and die" of the German language is just another challenge. The bigger challenge is always to fit in. I look forward to the day where I can answer back with confidence.