Learn to adapt. Quickly, quietly, learn to take care of yourself. Ah, they speak English here. Like my birth country, like the sisters in the convent, like the Danish people do for a second language. I know now that it is an art to slide in and out of body languages.
People take stock.
You speak this way, you eat that way, eat those things, you want to belong. I want to belong. Now I am an allophone, a person whose mother tongue is neither English nor French. I guess I'm Canadian now. Gypsies make sense to me now, their wailings and longings and refusal to stay.