The room is full, crowded, bustling. Music is playing, drums are tapped. A baby is crying. Balls bounce and thud. Everywhere people are talking.

Words fall around my ears meaningless and empty. Maybe every tenth word is understandable translatable.

I am an island in this sea of chaos. Soon we will all be cheering. Soon we will have a common goal. But still I remain separated.

The other wives and girlfriends try. But the language barrier works both ways. They could order food in English. I can order food in German. But that doesn’t make for good conversations.

There is no feeling quite like sitting completely isolated in a room full of people. There is no feeling quote like being a gaijin.

~The Countess~


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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