Nana Biography

There was only one other person in the class that I could communicate with when we started. Only German spoken. The teacher didn’t speak English, so it was a, I should say, I went to a language class in Italy, and learned much faster. It was sort of like français, only it was an Italian type where they put you much faster. The Berlitz method is very slow, methodical, and well believe me in Germany is even slower than that because you must say it right and perfect, they don’t let you talk.  Mein Nama ist.  Wie ist Ihre Nama”.  Well, if you don’t pronounce that right, you’ll have to keep saying it and saying it and who cares, you know. However, I met some nice people in the class, and that was fun. There’s lots of travelers in Germany. Now we had one tragic thing that happened. Let’s see. We were in Germany, and we had gone off on the weekend, and we had come back, and there was a note on our door that our son Sam, who had been in the Peace Corps in Malaysia, was in the hospital.

From Malaysia to Hamburg.

Yes. We knew that he was coming our way, but we didn’t know when. So we tear down to this hospital, which is a very special hospital for tropical diseases luckily, and it turns out that he and a girl had been traveling together, they were not girlfriend and boyfriend, but they were going to go through India and no girl travels alone in India or they think she’s a prostitute, so she, she and Sam Came together, and he contracted hepatitis. But he did not have a diagnosed for quite a while, and sort of stood it, and by the time he got the hamburg, which was a Sunday, we were away, they got to our apartment, and he was terribly ill, he could hardly walk. Rang the doorbell, and nobody came. They rang the doorbell of the neighboring apartment and went into use the telephone, to call somebody to get a room in the hotel and they finally did, and they got a hotel nearby.

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