Just now, I started crying uncontrollably because of a sheet of paper with exercises that I got for my Arabic class.
There are just some simple exercises on interrogative pronouns, in the pattern of "Who is this? - This is a boy. - What is his name? - His name is Sami."
There are a couple of pictures drawn in a kind of 70's style, with a girl, a boy and also a dog and a cat. The dog's name is Ruby, and the cat's name is Fulla. Further down, there are a few sentences without pictures, where a number of men, women and children are introduced, and also a horse by the name of Saqr.
Well, it's kind of hard to explain why it made me cry, but it's exactly the same feeling as when I read a passage in Vasily Grossman's novel "Life and Fate" (one of the best books ever written, in my opinion), where Christmas had come to Stalingrad. To celebrate the holiday, the German army leadership had for some reason decided to distribute little twigs of pine tree to all the German soldiers, along with some additional Christmas decoration. After having gotten used to fighting and death, they felt very strange holding these pieces of something that they had almost forgotten, something that they had left behind a long time ago.
So, my situation is almost the same: after getting used to 'fighting and death' in my terrible Arabic book EMSA (a gigantic orange thing, where the layout has been made with a typewriter), I feel very strange holding the Christmas decorations of this sheet with exercises ...
Posted at 11:03 am by turukhtan