In elementary school, <br />I would often imagine <br />translations of the conversations <br />my parents would hold in Polish, <br />a tongue they shared with each other, <br />yet refused to teach their children. <br /> <br /> <br />This is what I would <br />hear them say: <br /> <br /> <br />'Our natural state <br />is to be lost.' <br /> <br /> <br />'Learn to be <br />a stranger in <br />your own home.' <br /> <br /> <br />'What would I give <br />to become invisible <br />each morning.'<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listening-to-my-parents-talk-in-polish/
