it is funny what happens to your dreams when you are learning a new language. In my dreams, I never hear voices but people are always talking. They are expressive (all the anger, happiness, and boresdom is never lost) and when I talk, I feel the words coming out but i never hear them. Last night, it was the same in some parts but in Spanish. The parts where I was speaking to my neighbor, yola. It was weird how my life in mexico city ended up on vacation in my head somewhere in the tropical part of the united states i think but im not quite sure. And in that vacation was yola and the machas.
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