“Why do you write in English?” He asked.
“Aren’t you Dutch?”
“Do you still speak the language where you come from?”
“Indian?”
I was a bit perplexed and couldn’t quite answer that fast.
He was very persistent when he was speaking to me.
I almost didn’t have time to answer.
“English is so easy, it almost has no meaning”, I said.
I don’t know if he had finished speaking, but I took advantage of the absence of his words.
A space of time where I was able to say what I wanted.
“A while ago I had written a post in English on Instagram and you have this ‘translation button’”, I told him.
“By accident I had pressed this button”.
“I saw the same text in English only then in Dutch”.
“You know, the text was even beautiful in Dutch”.
He kept silent and didn’t say anything further.
I couldn’t tell if that was an answer that he was looking for or something that fullfilled his being.
I gues, what is beautiful is beautiful in all languages.