On an old train, we choo-choo on the railway towards north for x'mas... its getting colder by degree as the sky was getting dark and gloomy; everyone was busy settling down, and snacking to keep warm.
A woman with a young boy arrived later and sat opposite us, sharing the same table. Not being well equipped in foreign tongue, i decided to keep quiet--- and started playing BINGO with my friend.
The little boy was curious and peeped in a while, and overheard his conversation to his mum. Though i did not understand most his words, till i heard him whispered, " Its BINGO". I looked at him and asked if he knows the games in very simple English; a sweet smile with a keened face, i showed him my game paper.
With a set of pen and paper, we played trio-BINGO! And so, we started chatted with his mum, a Polish. She offered to help in translating our orders for drinks; and about how she celebrated X'mas in Polish tradition--
(That during X'mas eve, a family starts eating only when they see the first star in the sky!)
It was a memorable and nice railway trip; though we speak different languages, we managed to chat for hours till we reached our destination! That makes the whole conversation really interesting:)
As my teacher once said, " When the meaning is caught, the words disappear..."
A woman with a young boy arrived later and sat opposite us, sharing the same table. Not being well equipped in foreign tongue, i decided to keep quiet--- and started playing BINGO with my friend.
The little boy was curious and peeped in a while, and overheard his conversation to his mum. Though i did not understand most his words, till i heard him whispered, " Its BINGO". I looked at him and asked if he knows the games in very simple English; a sweet smile with a keened face, i showed him my game paper.
With a set of pen and paper, we played trio-BINGO! And so, we started chatted with his mum, a Polish. She offered to help in translating our orders for drinks; and about how she celebrated X'mas in Polish tradition--
(That during X'mas eve, a family starts eating only when they see the first star in the sky!)
It was a memorable and nice railway trip; though we speak different languages, we managed to chat for hours till we reached our destination! That makes the whole conversation really interesting:)
As my teacher once said, " When the meaning is caught, the words disappear..."
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