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.