The story:
I arrived in London at last. The railway station was big, black and dark. I did not know the way to my hotel, so I asked a porter. I not only spoke English very carefully, but very clearly as well. The porter, however, could not understand. I repeated my question several times and at last he understood. He answered me, but he spoke neither slowly nor clearly. ‘I am a foreigner.’ I said. Then he spoke slowly, but I could not understand. My teacher never spoke English like that. The porter and I looked at each other and smiled. Then he said something and I understood it. ‘You’ll soon learn English.’ he said. I wonder, in England, each man speaks a different language. The English understand each other, but I don’t understand them. Do they speak English?
I arrived in London at last. The railway station was big, black and dark. I did not know the way to my hotel, so I asked a porter. I not only spoke English very carefully, but very clearly as well. The porter, however, could not understand. I repeated my question several times and at last he understood. He answered me, but he spoke neither slowly nor clearly. ‘I am a foreigner.’ I said. Then he spoke slowly, but I could not understand. My teacher never spoke English like that. The porter and I looked at each other and smiled. Then he said something and I understood it. ‘You’ll soon learn English.’ he said. I wonder, in England, each man speaks a different language. The English understand each other, but I don’t understand them. Do they speak English?
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