I’ve had Spanish and German classes at some point in my life, and so I know the basics in each. With a series of arm gestures and finger points, I can get my point across when necessary. I have yet to be in a situation where this technique didn’t work.
However I discovered, while in Austria, that I can sort of understand German if it is spoken to me slowly. It could be because it is in my blood, or because I grew up with an Austrian mother, or maybe because Mr. Humphrey somehow got through to me in 10th grade German class, though I doubt this. (At some point, he stopped handing out papers to Debbie Bogle and myself, stating it was a waste of paper)
This discovery led me to want to take a German course. When I got home from Europe, I started searching for a class to take here in Midland. And then, my dear mother sent me the following, written by Mark Twain. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
The Awful German Language
by Mark Twain
by Mark Twain
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| I took this picture in Grodig, Austria because of the really long words. I wanted to ask my mother what it means. Even she couldn't interpret it. |
