A tooth filling fell out eating good German bread. The dentist spoke enough English to explain; my friend translated the forms.
My skin dried out like a piece of old paper in the dry Berlin cold. The cosmetic skin-care lady and I managed to understand each other with her English, my German, and lots of pointing.
My car tyres needed air. I couldn't work out how to use the machine in the petrol station, so I gathered enough German to explain my problem. Helpful young man rushed out of his shop to do it for me.
We are languaging.
Snow shadows. Photo collage, déchirage, acrylic paint, on canvas panel. Lynne Cameron, 2016