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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4442 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention broken english Frank Faust I can hear it on the streets when I walk into a milk-bar to get a paper in the morning. The guy will say something to his lady or the kids. Doesn't matter where he's from I can mostly understand it. I hear it when a woman rings the phone and says it's a wrong number, sori. She meant to dial somebody else but the sounds are much the same, so familiar it makes me want to go home to see the people that say: Frenki, kako si? You go ok, Frenki-boy? Good, good, dobro. I wonder how my mutti is, what tata has been getting up to, and oma, and teta. Uncle Damyan. It's time to go home. |
