We had a choice of foreign language in secondary school- welsh or French. All those who aspired to leave that western tip of South Wales and move east to the big cities of Swansea and Cardiff or even further to England and London chose French. Out of a class of 72 girls 5 chose welsh yet it was the native language of the country in which we were living.
I attempted to learn French. My friend attempted the geometry of the Greeks. Neither of us could fathom the foreign language of the other. To me the theorems followed a natural progression, highly logical; French could have been Double Dutch. Now I live in a French speaking area within 10 km of the border with Flanders where Dutch is the native tongue.
There must be some reason why we spent 20 years trying to fathom the reason for the differences in English and its american cousin and now live in this country to two very different languages.
Only God knows.
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