A multilingual society. We all know the problems involved here. Not only can't you understand those of your co-citizens who speak a language different from yours, but - much worse - they can't understand you.
If you think that's bad, then try to imagine a multilingual marriage. Only the consequences can be much more devastating. One spouse with one mother tongue, the other with another mother tongue, communication taking place in a shared foreign language.
The marriage of Mrs. Christensi and me is one such marriage. Our language of (mis)communication is English.
I remember an exchange of words from the early days of our marriage:
"I'm the boss, OK?" I said.
"OK, you're the bus - and I'm the bus driver", she replied.
And since then it has been like that.
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