Bilingu-e-al (how I lost a language)

Peter and Jane were my first friends,

little carefully drawn figure on rows of multicoloured Ladybirds.

firstย carefully uttered sentences thenย  pretentiousness

at 3: my father flies to London. joyfully greets me in a strange tangle of vowels and gestures – and I? I non riesco a capire.ย  Continue reading