Dear Senda,

The road to your village from Kaunas where we were staying goes through some other villages, and village after village there’s this endless stream of life as I will never know. There were signs of it, on the road and on shops and on people’s breath. 

I listened, and I realized there are so many more languages I don’t understand in the world than languages I do understand,

and even fewer I can speak.  

Best wishes,

Glauco