Yesterday morning, I passed a group of boys of maybe eight years old playing football in a park in Berlin. When I was their age, that spot was in the death strip on the East German side of the Berlin Wall.
One of the great things about learning other languages is that you also learn about the concepts that underlie linguistic representation.
The good news is, I no longer have that sick feeling in my stomach. Now I’m just depressed.
I’m really depressed about this referendum. I’ve been feeling sick in my stomach for weeks, and as the opinion polls show more and more support for Leave, I feel worse and worse.