The silent world of actions

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As I write this, two women seated two rows in front of me on an almost crowded bus are talking to each other in a language I’ll never know. Nor will I hear strange-sounding words that I can laugh about. There were only actions, the play of the fingers, expressions in some cases; which I think was just natural and had nothing to do with the language as such.

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