Languages
My love for
languages.
I dedicate this page to my grandpa, who like me loves learning languages. In 1968 he left communist Czechoslovakia to practice medicine in Mexico for one year. In 2018, I sat with him, my grandma, and my Colombian ex-boyfriend — over 50 years later — in his home, while my grandpa still spoke fluent Spanish with us.
He speaks Russian, German, English, Spanish, and Czech. I feel like he understands this part of me very closely.
// The languages
Czech
Native
My first language. The one I dream in.
English
Native
My second native. Raised between countries, both became home.
French
Fluent
Where the pattern began.
Spanish
Fluent
Learned most of it in one month — French had already done half the work.
German
Fluent
Zero to B2 in four months. Certificate earned. That was 8 years ago — somehow it never left.
Arabic
Fluent
The language I least expected to find myself speaking.
// On mixing languages
People often ask whether I mix languages up. In my experience, languages blur most when they haven't yet fully matured in your mind — when a language doesn't yet have its own lived experience tied to it. But the more a language matures, the more independent it becomes. Each one starts to have its own interior world.