It's funny what other languages sound like, how they grate on the ear or soothe it, depending on how I feel about people from that country, depending on how I feel about the stereotype of the people in that country. I was on the bus and originally sat behind white South Africans, who like many middle class people from many places in the world, were talking about money and property, comparing prices and value, talking about status and money. I moved. Later, they changed to Boor, I want to write, but I guess I mean Afrikaans and to me, it sounded like they were squawking. It sounded like jungle parrots. Vicious, fighting, dangerous parrots.

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