First Person is a daily personal piece submitted by readers. Have a story to tell? See our guidelines at tgam.ca/essayguide. When my number flashes on the screen, I wave and wait for the young woman behind the deli counter to approach. “Gin dobra,” she says, a greeting I had never uttered from the language I never learned. Yet its melody and foreign vowel sounds share the space in my brain where camp songs and old Beatle songs live. “Gin dobra,” I reply. The words tumble out fully formed, fooling her into continuing in Polish. Feeling sheepish, I explain that I...
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