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I’ve lived as a foreigner most of my life and taught my mother tongue as as a foreign language. But a casual recollection of learning to write reminded me that the pencils we used in class all had “foreign” engraved on the barrel.
Foreign is such a strange word, with such an odd spelling. Both as a teacher and as a foreigner living abroad I have been unwittingly trying to understand what it means all my life. Time to look again.
The question of Odysseus and the indefinitely multiple
You may not have read Homer, but you’ll have heard…
Fractured Soul, a novel by Akira Mizubayashi
The story starts in 1938 when China and Japan are…
Accepting the sweet song of a foreign language
This new Learner Tale begins with the imagined voice of…
Going to Britain? Discover the new travel legislation
Fancy a trip to the UK? Be careful, the rules…
English – familiar or foreign language ?
I have no memory of learning to speak English. It…
On being an invisible foreigner
Migrant, immigrant, foreigner. I have been all of these things.…
