Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Hello, I will write some about that day now. While eating in the morning my sister asked me if she could come. Yes! So she came and she had to write something on the computer. I shaved and then went for a walk. On Friday, October 23, I thought that I had seen a person that I used to know, so I went to the same shop in which I had seen her six days earlier only to see if it really was her. After a few minutes in that giant store I saw her again. I circled around her a little bit until I got a clear view of the badge with her name on it. About then I was one meter away from her. She was the right person and we started to talk with each other. 20 seconds later she had to start working again and I went home. After eating I went for one more walk for about an hour. When I came home I made some notes with key phrases in French. At a library close to where I live there's a so called French language café every Thursday at 18.00. So I went there to see if maybe I could start the same thing, but in Italian. I noted the key phrases to able to say who I am and some other things. I came early and I talked to the guy who has tha café by the library and he told me that those Francophones are never there. I told him that all the information about this says they are. He said I was right but that they are never there anyway. He told me they are in another café in town and he told me he doesn't know why it is like that. I went to the other place and I saw them but I didn't talk to them. That was because I was late and because of the fact that all of them seemed to be speaking French like I'm speaking Swedish and also because I was irritated by the disinformation. It also seemed to be so crowded there. When things not are as planned I tend to get a little bit confused and worried. Later I have read about this again and it is told that anyone is welcome, no matter how well they speak French and that there's always a person there to help. I went home again and I sat down by the computer again. My sister had left. I may return there to speak some French again, some day.
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