Bread and Butter or English+Deutsch=Love
This Saturday was filled with busy brain activities that bring me a big piece of bread with butter. I was teaching.  Today I did what I did not do that often yet. I was teaching two foreign languages one after the other. Two hours long (after the first two hours of English!). I was shocked of myself. I don’t mean I was so brilliant. But I managed to stay cool and think separately in each foreign language. I mean I did not really confuse them. I am happy I am slowly coming to terms with Deutsch (German). It’s like I am slowly falling in love…with German. I can already feel some butterflies in my stomach when I speak Deutsch. Oh, ja…(oh yeah!)

I am happy I can see some light of understanding in the eyes of my clever students. I am happy to be useful - for them, for my family and most of all for myself. It was the day I was dreaming of. The day when I finally can say I bring some bacon home. I can finally enjoy my bread and butter. And even some cheese on the top. I am not rich if you ask me about money. I don’t know if I am going to afford something more than now. But I am already happy.

I’m grateful to God for sending me kind people who trust my knowledge, who share their smiles and victories with me. I’m happy to feel myself a part of someone’s success or at least a part of someone’s good mood. I’m happy to have languages in my life. I really hope I’ll find enough strength to study some more languages in the future. May God help me…