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French, he said. Do you not speak French? Zammie asked the boy. Both the boy and the waiter looked at Zammie. The waiter had a look of amazement on his face. No, said the boy. What is he asking me? He doesn't want you to sit there imobiliare bucuresti because that table is reserved for one of the owner's friends for some reason. I guess it's his lucky table. Oh. imobiliare bucuresti The boy immediately began to rise. Thank you, Mister Zammie, said the cheerful waiter. What language does that boy speak? asked Kyla. I don't imobiliare bucuresti know, answered Zammie with a shrug. It all sounds English to me. The boy began to walk to another table when Zammie addressed him again. You can sit with us if you want. It's alright. I don't want to bother you. It's no bother. And I can translate for you to the waiter. The boy paused for a second then nodded without smiling and took a seat next to Zammie at their small table. Thank you, he said. Sure, said Zammie. No worries. To Zammie's ears he was speaking English to both the boy and to the waiter, but to their ears he was speaking imobiliare bucuresti French to the waiter and German to the teenage boy. The waiter was impressed to hear a boy of Zammie's age speak both languages so fluently since they have Eyes to bruce virtually no common roots. Zammie ordered a bowl of soup and a sandwich for the teenager with a cup of coffee to drink. Naturally, this ability to freely communicate in any language on their travels made these trips much more enjoyable. What language do you speak? Kyla asked the boy. It was an awkward question but she wasn't sure how else to ask it. German, of course. And some Yiddish, he answered. What's Yiddish? asked Kyla. It's just a Jewish language. My name is Zammie. He held out his hand towards the boy. The boy shook it. Herschel, he said. Herschel Grynszpan. My name is Kyla. Kyla shook hands with Herschel as well. Why would you imobiliare bucuresti want to live in Paris and not know any French? asked Zammie. It's not for lack of trying, believe me, said Herschel. But I have nowhere else to go. The French government has denied my request to stay in France, but I have no re-entry permit for Germany.