We have attempted to place at your disposal as many language courses as possible.Mais attention, the courses vary in quality and the quantity of material presented.
Alexandra is giving German lessons. I remember that two guys (German and Italian) started those lessons in another organisation (Eurocontrol) by teaching how to say to a girl "You have beautiful eyes."
It seems that it can be very useful! So, repeat after them Mr. President, "Du hast wunderschöne Augen"…
Quant à moi, Miguelito gave me my first lesson in Spanish : ¡M…..! ¡J….!,
... while Melinda was listening to Martin: “De hond heeft de kat onder de tafel ontdekt”.
Milena also tried to give some Czech lessons to Ricardo,
but you already know what happened. Few seconds later he said: Ajoi……..euhhh, désolé mais c’est plus fort que moi, je dois absolument citer Shakespeare maintenant, car
The time is out of joint;
O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
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L.S.,
So Atanaska, are you going to kill your father as well? O wait, according to Freud, that would have to be your mother. Either way, just let me know when you start seeing ghosts.
On a more serious note, I would just like to reiterate that I will not be teaching anybody anything, because I am a useless teacher.
Martin
No Martin, Ricardo is Hamlet, not me...
I'm sure that you can be a very good teacher, and Melinda - your best student :)))
Daddy
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time --
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off the beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend
Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene
An engine, an engine,
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You --
Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.
If I've killed one man, I've killed two --
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
Sylvia Plath
wow
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