“I bareley knew how to say "my name is," "please" and "thank you," or "I don't speak english," never mind understanding a Newfoundlander talking to me!”
In this quote, the speaker, Ivantchev, highlights their struggle with language barriers when interacting with a Newfoundlander. They express how they had difficulty communicating basic phrases such as "my name is," "please," and "thank you," let alone understanding the local dialect. This conveys the frustration and challenges that can arise when trying to navigate a new language and culture.
In today's interconnected world, the ability to communicate effectively in multiple languages is more important than ever. The quote by Ivantchev highlights the challenges of understanding and being understood in a foreign language, which is a common experience for many people in multicultural environments. This underscores the importance of language learning and cultural understanding in navigating diverse and globalized societies.
“I bareley knew how to say "my name is," "please" and "thank you," or "I don't speak english," never mind understanding a Newfoundlander talking to me!” - Ivantchev
As a reader, consider the experience of being in a foreign country with limited language skills. Reflect on the challenges of communication and understanding in such a situation. How would you navigate a similar scenario if faced with language barriers? How do language barriers impact one's ability to fully immerse themselves in a new culture and environment?
“I bareley knew how to say "my name is," "please" and "thank you," or "I don't speak english," never mind understanding a Newfoundlander talking to me!”
“Aren't you in my Science class?" Shayna/Shayla asks."English," I correct her.She shoots me a condescending look. "I did speak English," she says defensively. "I said, 'aren't you in my Science class?'"Oh, holy hell. Maybe I don't want to be that blonde. "No," I say. "I meant English as in 'I'm not in your Science class, I'm in your English class'.”
“God. Twice I speak it. I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. "But it's not your job to understand." That's me who answers. God never says anything. You think you're the only one he never answers? "Your job is to..." And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.”
“Open your eyes and say my name.”I squeeze them shut more tightly.“It would make my cock hard to hear you say my name.”My eyes pop open. “Jericho Barrons,” I say sweetly.He makes a pained sound. “Bloody hell, woman, I think a part of me wants to keep you this way.”I touch his face. “I like how I am. I like how you are, too. When you are…What is that word you used? Cooperating.”“Tell me to fuck you.”I smile and comply. We’re back in territory I understand.“You didn’t say my name. Say my name when you tell me to fuck you.”“Fuck me, Jerricho Barrons.”“From now on, you will call me Jericho Barrons every time you speak to me.”
“In Shoshone, there's a saying. It's a long one, and it doesn't have an English equivalent, so bear with me.Sutummu tukummuinna. It means, I don't speak your language, and you don't speak mine. But I still understand you. I don't need to walk in your footsteps if I can see the footprints you left behind.”
“You got a little bit of an attitude, Mr. English, if you don't mind my saying so.I don't mind.”