I had always been fascinated with languages around the world. Different people speak different languages. Because of this difference, it may lead us to confusion and maybe destruction. I have a story to tell, a story which happened today in Lille, France.
I did not slept properly today since my bus should depart from Gare de Leverdes in Lille at 7.45 a.m. , so I decided not to sleep and played Pro Evo 9 on Hakim's PS3 with Saiful, Ijat and Shahir. At around 6 a.m. I can barely hold my eyes and finally I drowsed to a coma state for an hour before waking up at 7 and rushed to the bus station. The outside temperature was freakingly -5 Celcius. Even the nearby fountain were frozen and the atmosphere was total silence, as if I was walking in a cold dead city. Hakim showed me to the bus station and I did not payed any attention since I walked with my eyes starring on the ground trying my best to beat the winter cold. We took the metro and when I arrived to the bus station I can barely remember how I got there. We waited for 10 minutes before the bus showed up and Hakim that was when I said goodbye and thank you to Hakim for sending me to the bus station. That was the beginning....
I joined the que to enter the bus while other passengers were preparing to show their tickets to the driver. Once I showed my ticket, the driver was saying something which I assumed to be Deutsch(German language) with some emphasis on the word 'nitch' which means No. So, I stayed beside the bus waiting for the other passengers to board the bus. When finally there were only two passengers left, another cute french girl and myself. The cute French girl was speaking in French to this German Driver who doesn't understand French. Out of a sudden, the driver were saying 'nitch zwei' , 'eine, du or du'. Which I assumed to be ''No two, only 1, you or you'' and as you can guessed, he chose the cute French Girl leaving me behind. I had no Idea where I was, how to get to London, How to speak French or even how to get back to my friends place. My telephone was out of battery and only god knows the freazing cold of Lille.
Then out of nowhere, an old guy approached from his car telling me that he was the girl's father and the girl was asking her father to help me. He spoke french and I was communicating using sign language (assuming it was a language) and noted 'merci' means 'thanks' a thousand times for helping me. I also said 'pardon' a lot and ' cas ce se sa?' which both means pardon and what is this/that. He was saying something about 'counter bas' so I followed him in his car and he drove to the bus counter which was like 400 meters away and using his old fingers counting 9 in french noting the time of the counter to open. That was when I saw a phone charger in his car so, I was saying 'Battery Kaput'' and he let me charged my battery for 10 minutes and I took the time to call Hakim asking him where his house might be at. He said take the metro to Gutterham and call him when I got there. So, I thanked the old French guy for helping me out and offered him for a coffea when he later said someting like ' I need to go to work now''.
When I arrived at Gutterham station I called Hakim and walked straight to his house as he directed me from his phone. At his house, everyone were sleeping and I straight away charged my phone. I called UK's National Express and they managed to put me on board the 1 p.m bus. So, Finally I managed to arrived in London safe and sound after a exhausting 9 hours bus ride.
Conclusion of the story, You may understand English, You may bring a French Dictionary but would you expect to hear German when you are in France?. Life is simply unpredictable!
