... a heavy rucksack. He addressed me in French, his only language, and realising I could speak it, he launched into an animated conversation that risked turning into a quasi-monologue. I bet his need of communication ...
... establishment...
When I arrived the elderly landlady was sitting behind a paltry desk just inside the door. She was very communicative using her Russian, not put off by our language differences, and ...
... if he knew the language. He did, having grown up in Aleppo. He was indeed a descendant of the diaspora, the grandson of a baby child who had been driven across the desert in the murderous forced marches ...
... hotel, but we were at a loss to communicate in a common language. When the rain stopped in the evening I went out for a walk to find that the sunrays were tinging in terrific sunset light the buildings ...
... bout of solitude in a country where without knowing the language you cannot expect much interaction with the locals. I just twisted the knife when I wanted to hire a city bike I found a website with instructions ...
... summer to offer courses of Italian language and culture. She has established a lasting relationship of love with her second hometown, the very place that cost the lives of so many soldiers.
I was coming ...
... of another visitor. I still must have missed a lot, but I let the gloomy tunnels talk their language.
The two-level lift that runs up and down the shaft pulled by the original engine is the right introduction ...
... guide made an appearance. I have no idea how he was able to track me down in the hut, but it was needless to ask him because we had no common language. Anyhow, it was time we left, there was no dancing ...
... language. He nearly made me feel pity for his handicap until he also shouted something to the driver. As we approached the junction all expressed words of encouragement as if my enterprise was going to ...
... of translating the Bible into his native Silté language.
The area I was heading to was in fact inhabited by the Gurage people, of which the Silté represent the main Eastern subgroup. Being Muslims, ...
... the mop stick trying to make out what I was reading. Realising it was a foreign language book she gave up, but not completely because after some thinking she brought up the universal language of music ...
... fanning the embers. I averted my gaze from the barbecue boat, but my body language passed unnoticed. The Chongqing girl was already prompting me to pick a couple skewers out of the bunch in her hand. I ...
... signs used a poetically cryptic language: “I am fridility don’t touch me”, or attempted philosophical reasoning: “I being is your exist”. I was also amused by the sign, down in the depth of the cave, warning ...
... village where the inhabitants have lost their local language to Chinese. When I was alone, I went up to the terrace, let the breeze caress my shirtless body and I took in the great night-time village view. ...
... that probably finds its most outstanding element in the Han language and the proud use of the hanzi as a writing system, the most powerful tool to encompass the nation’s culture and exclude those who are ...
... already speaks his same native Ewe language. The bike ride through the roadwork and in the wake of a few heavy weight vehicles gave me a pretty powder bath.
As I waited for a trotro to come along, a ...
... Chinese characters line the walls. For sure, very few Uyghurs can read them, simply because they cannot speak the language. It is two different worlds living in the same place.
The authorities take no ...
... conversant with the Chinese language, and even Haotian feels a foreigner. I chuckle thinking of yesterday’s scene when he bought some yogurt that was handed to him in a plastic bag. He wanted a cup to ...
... The Hui are an ethnic group who professes Islam and is mostly assimilated to the Han, to the point of not having a distinctive language. My first encounter with them is around the bus station, but in the ...
... complexity of a writing system based on characters. Maybe because I have been dabbling at learning the language, it makes me feel even more powerless in front of seemingly inextricable clots of stokes ...