SWITCHING LANGUAGES (November 26, 2009)
I dreamt that I was hugging and kissing with my beloved. We were in a cozy and poorly lit place. Our limbs were intertwined. At some point I opened my eyes and saw her face next to mine. When she, too, opened her eyes, I was overwhelmed with love and desire. “My cunt,” I almost whimpered while peering into her glimmering eyes, “let’s fuck!” Having woken up before I entered her, I was immediately struck with my words in translation. “Gosh,” I mumbled to myself in the dark, “how much sweeter are my words in a Slavic language than in a Germanic one!” Switching languages so abruptly rarely happens even to me, bilingual as I am.