Transforming Franglish

Last time, I wrote about the introversion and isolation that comes over me when I’m forced to abandon my mother tongue and interact in a new language. There has been one semi-exception – an activity that seems perfectly designed to coax me out of my linguistic shell without completely draining my social tide pool. It’s…

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Transforming Introversion

In a couple of spots near my apartment in Lille, there are stone alcoves carved into the upper facades of brick buildings. They are old, and reveal the age of the buildings they inhabit, which have otherwise been renovated and reinforced, propped up by generations of determined tradesfolk. The alcoves likely once contained statues of…

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