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Today’s snippet is from Chapter Two of my Swiss boarding school memoir, “Internat Adventures”.
Preamble: Sept. 1968, day one. I was an independent, rebellious 13 year old who had just discovered that freedom of movement was completely curtailed here. The bars on the windows sent me into a fit of despair and I flung myself, sobbing, onto the bed. The young housemother, “Fraulein Karin” came to my room to escort me to the dining hall. She comforted me and managed to assuage my fears, somewhat. The story picks up on day two:
The remaining students arrived the next day, including my two roommates. Jeannette was a quiet, petite Swiss-German girl and Armida, a jovial Italian. The company helped and I started to feel somewhat less morose. Communications were interesting. Jeannette didn’t speak English at all, but she and I were able to converse in formal German, (“Hochdeutsch”). Good thing, because the Swiss-German dialect is difficult to understand and one of the few that is actually written, as well as spoken. Armida was uni-lingual, but she did know a few English phrases. There was a lot of miming and sign language but, we had our own little United Nations going on and taught each other.
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