Werner was sitting at the terrace of a café on Ramona street relaxing after the day's classes.
François came by.
F.: Hello, Werner. May I join you?
W.: Sure. Have a seat. So, what's up?
F.: Nothing much. You never told me why you came to the US.
W.: The third year of the engineering program I'm attending in Hamburg must take place abroad.
W.: I got a scholarship. And I had the chance to be able to go overseas.
W.: What about you ?
F.: One summer during my studies in France, I travelled for leisure to the Far East.
F.: In South-East Asia, I met Australians and I learned three things:
1) My English was very poor.
2) Yet speaking English is a must in life. Not only to get by, but also learning a foreign language you discover a new culture and a much richer world.
3) And I learned that the more you are told your English is good, the less it is indeed.
W.: Oh good, I haven't been told so for a while.
F.: I used to enjoy many American songs, without understanding the words.
F.: Now that I understand the lyrics as well, I find them all the more interesting.
W.: Yes, that's right. So do I.
W.: Oh my! It's already six thirty. I'm supposed to meet with Angela.
He got up to leave.
W.: See you, François.
F.: Take care.