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#28 – Dreaming Language

I always thought by being born and raised in a german speaking country like Switzerland, that the language I think, feel, and express myself deep down is German. I learned Albanian through my Mother who always spoke to us in that language, but I never went to a school or anything to learn the language properly. This meant that during our vacations in our home country, I was very shy when I used Albanian. Other children laughed at me and I didn’t like speaking Albanian. Even with my brothers I only speak in German.

So I didn’t give much thought to it.

But one day my wife told me that she heard me two or three times speak in Albanian in my dreams. I couldn’t believe it. During the day, when I’m awake, I never ever think in Albanian.

But as it happens, I dream in Albanian.

Prishtina, Kosova

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