Christine S. Historia

Learning French is something I have been during since my childhood, because my father organized exchange programs with France after the war. Therefore, he made an effort to speak French. His exercises could be heard on an old tape recorder. We listened, chattered along, but could not yet understand the theoretical background. In an adult education course, which was much too difficult for us, we lost our desire and love for this language. Now, however, as a 70-year-old woman, I realize how deeply the melody of the language touches me, how much it connects me with my father's former clumsy attempts at pedagogy. In the French language, the wanderlust that my father exemplified to us awakens. In the French language lies the melody of distance, adventure and the new. Thank you for finding the course that I can and want to learn at my pace, and thank you for opening doors that until now rested closed in my heart!