I write my diary in Serbian Cyrillic
so that my friends cannot understand it.
In German, I dream, to say the least,
about music and world peace.
English offers access to a plethora of knowledge
and various perspectives on current topics.
Greece is my second home,
so Greek prepares me for every road.
Today I met a woman while sitting on a bench
and we chatted in French.
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