by ReaperGal » Tue Jan 17, 2006 11:10 am
I learned english fast. But I was young and my mother was a major bitch when it came to the english lessons. English isn't an easy language to learn, but once you get the hang of it, it's pretty easy. It's all the exceptions that you have to figure out after the basics that's hard. Also, it seems he learned english through immersion. It may have been unfamiliar, but if you were to be picked up and put in germany you would probably learn the language in a month, and speak it fluently in two. If you were placed in an area of china where they speak mandarin, it might take you five to six months before you were fluent, just because they are so different.
This story struck very close to home for me. His being from india alone brings some powerfu emotions. I had learned about the caste system in india. I was too young to understand, though, and I was in a community of exiled and escaped tibetan buddhists who shunned the caste system. India was nothing but fond memories to me, and it's easy to forget that this stuff happens there. Then, when he talked about the supermarket, that was also huge. I remembered my first visit. At first, I was shocked. There was so, so much. And lots of meat. That's what put me off. My grandparents could never afford meat.
All in all, though, his story wasn't shocking to me. I'm considering him more of a fellow traveler, who's also paid his dues and can live a good life now.