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Saturday, September 01, 2007

Kassengespräche in Krambuð

meine neueste unterhaltung grad eben beim milchkaufen, mal wieder Krambuð, der laden um die ecke:
noch etwas?
nei takk!
tüte?
nei takk!
quittung?
nei takk! bæ!
bæ bæ.

na wenigstens alles auf isländisch.. na wahnsinn. nei takk. und das nach einem monat sprachkurs. :(

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Kleingeist said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; 9:10 pm
Kleingeist said...: jipieee... wahrscheinlich kann ich nun auch meine ersten Worte auf isländisch...
Zumindest wenn nei takk! nein danke bedeutet und meine kligonsich anmutende Aussprache dem isländischen halbwegs ähnlich ist ;)

Hihi mal schauen... vermutlich werden sie mich in Frankreich sogar besser verstehen, wenn ich einfach immer nur auf alles mit neii takk! antworte ;)

Liebe Grüße aus dem regnerischen Stuttgart - wo ich meine letzte Gnaddenfrist vor Toulouse verbrige ;)

- Johannes; 9:11 pm

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Kassengespräche in Krambuð

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