It is six-thirty in the morning. My bus comes along, and I get in. “Sedamdeset pet,” I hear myself say as I hand the right change to the driver. He looks up. “Seventy-five,” I repeat. I bet he thought I was speaking English all the time, but that he did not understand me properly the first time around. I do not remember Serbo-Croatian barging into my mind out of the blue ever before.