As an expat myself, I find Jay’s difficulties to learn polish particularly relatable. Even though I’ve been exposed to my target language since I was a child, there are many singularities that are comprehensible only if you’ve been surrounded by a language (and/or a culture) in every possible opportunity since ever.
Her insecurities are the same as for everyone who has tried or is still trying to learn another language:
“Then we’d moved to Poland, and so much of my ability to communicate had been ripped away. I communicated for purpose in Poland. I could ask questions and understand answers. Give directions, understand the babcias that yelled at me. Follow the arguments of people on the street, even tell a story or two. But I couldn’t be witty, or insightful, or articulate, or succinct or any of the other things I could be in my own language. I had no sense of humour. I had no personality when I spoke Polish. More and more, I silented. And every time I did, it sliced away a little of my dignity.”
There is also her experience as a wife of a diplomat. She’s away from her family, and friends, everything she used to know, everything she used to be. That is a big challenge too. That’s the biggest challenge of all:
“Where to start.
‘This language is really hard! I’m doing my best but I don’t know much about German history or World War Two or what an Abwehr is, although I do know some other stuff and in another country people sometimes think I’m actually quite intelligent. And not even a year ago I had an important, well-paid job and now I don’t even know how to do the shopping. And I didn’t realise how stupid that would make me feel. And I didn’t understand how it would be to feel so stupid all the time’.
That’s what I wanted to say. But constrained by vocabulary, grammar, confidence, and the exhaustion at having to try so hard at everything, every day, I couldn’t. 'Nie wiem,’ I mumbled. I don’t know.”
I had to add these quotes to this review, as the author is always so honest, and truthful. I believe that there are some books for some people, and this might have been the one that I needed to read right now. I’m an expat, I’m a wife, I’m almost 5000 miles away from home. I don’t have a cat, but a dog, and many of the things that Jay questions herself about over the book, well, I’ve asked them myself too every single day. After all:
'It’s hard sometimes. Being a guest in someone’s house, isn’t it?’
I received a copy in return for my honest review.