The strangest thing occurred to me today; while in the foodstore to buy wine (yup, wine, spirits, and beer are sold in the foodstores here) to go with hubby’s birthday dinner tonight and and approaching the cashier, an old man collapsed in front of me! As he gasped for breath, I looked around and no one seemed to notice, and without precognition, screamed out, ‘Hilfe, bitte. Er ist gefallt. Bist deinen Artz?‘ (Help, please. He fell. Are you a doctor?). Quickly, two guys rushed over, one already on the phone calling the hospital (I assumed).
As I walked home, it dawned on me that I hadn’t spoken English in my panic, I’d spoken German! Granted, it wasn’t perfect, but it was understood – and more amazing, I did it without thinking, pausing, or ummm-ing.
While hoping the old man will be alright, I’m kinda proud of myself. Not for bringing attention to his situation – that’s human nature and courtesy – but for really learning this fascinating new language.