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Haiku for 27th street, Manhattan.
Squares and rectangles;
criss-crossing capillaries;
bust the massive walls.
So... Picture me on that street corner.
I'm nestled in a cozy, well-priced mexican restaurant.
"The Burrito Bandito;"
And who should my company be?
A mohawked Georgian,
A scruffy French-Canadian,
A Russian named Boris,
Maki from Yokohama,
and a friend of hers.
Speaking
Listening
and
understanding eachother
Let me just say that Esperanto worked for me. I arrived at the
Convention for the Esperanto-League of North America last thursday, and subsequently
underwent 96 hours or so of immersion in the constructed international language. By the
end of the first day I understood general ideas in conversations around me, and by
the end of the four days, I was holding conversations with people who would never have
the ability to converse with me (as an English speaker) on equal footing.
I'm not sure exactly what to do with my newly-aquired near-fluency
in the language of hope... if anyone wants to hear more about it, just ask and I'll
readily indoctrinate you! :-p