Somewhere on the way to neuroscience and language, I encountered unexpected consequences. Flood, scorching sun, and unpleasant leg lesion made me wonder whether it was fate or personal willingness draining me in such a dilemma-leaving the New Continent.
Several messages from old friends found me on a rainy day. MRT seemed stagnant albeit people 's rapid movement along the rail of escalator. The chagrin of feeble, old couples smudged the clear blue sky with trembling fear. I thought to myself why on earth man tends to falter all the time.
I reckoned it was going to be a long while before I returned to Europe; but it turns out I’m leaving for it soon. Perhaps there will be that familiar air hanging, or at least the lost forgotten souvenir of Le Bouveret and Geneva Lake, in the middle of night.
One of my good friends was a genius because he learned British English so well that most people wouldn’t think he was Chinese. I was amazed at what he had achieved in language learning, thus kindling my passion for language acquisition.
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