Day #152, So you want to learn German…
The German people have not yet lodged a protest against my horrible abuse of their language. They seem to think I am one of them. So long as I keep my lip zipped and don’t wear Nike’s and Levi’s I think everything will continue fine. Sometimes I find it hard not to speak, especially when a hare lopes down the dirt lane of the garden–there is nothing more satisfying than shouting HASE! EIN HASE! as if the yeti just walked into the room.
When communicating, I still find it hard to decide the conjugation of the pronoun and tend to make some odd sound at the end which I hope they will mistake as a speech impediment and not realize I am an American English speaker instead. (Note to self: shout Ich Liebe Fußball to throw them off my scent.)
My work with nominative pronouns is well underway and the code they appear to work under is cracking. I’ll have them mastered in no time and soon, they won’t be able to tell me apart from their neighbor. The bastards are tricky though…(the pronouns, not the Germans–though they might be–I have yet to determine.)
Ein Hase!!! Ein Hase!!!
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