Last night, talking to two very nice Polish girls, I discovered that "yes" in their language, it says "no". Not deny that it has left me a little bit puzzled, so I was reminded of a story. Here it is.
There was once a country. Does not matter where, you know that there was only this country.
And in the language of that country, the word love and hate speech were written and pronounced the same way.
So when someone hears the word, could never be sure if she was loved or hated.
Over time, the growing insecurity in social relations, and the villagers spent most of his time isolated in their homes and closed without exchanging a word to anyone. The situation became so serious that the very survival of the country seemed to be questioned, since there are no new marriages and, therefore, new births.
One day, a linguist of the post, proposed to change this word, replacing it with two different words. So he organized a general meeting, to definitively put an end to this bizarre situation as dramatic.
But fate decreed that the word "change" meant, in the language of the country, including "contempt". So when the linguist said he wanted to replace the existing word, the audience thought he was despised, and went on a rampage. People began to stir against the poor linguist pulling chairs and so on, until the poor fellow, do not fell to the ground lifeless.
It's a hard life folks.
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