
Martina was a student who really felt bad about her English.
I could tell every time she opened her mouth, every time she made a sound… she wasn’t sure about her words, my words, even if she could finish the sentence she was trying to form…
Then one day, as we were sitting on my couch in my apartment, drinking coffee and talking about I don’t remember what, she told me none of her friends spoke English.
“Interesting,” I thought.



