From early 1978 to late 1982, during the time that I was living on the street, I took up the study of the Italian language. I bought a book called “Teach Yourself Italian,” and made friends with some local Italians who helped me. I got good enough that for awhile I tutored others. But I’ve since let it slide. Last month, when I was in Europe, I decided I ought to brush up. So, I bought a set of grammer books and started working through them. Here’s one of the dialogues in its entirety. It’s called Let’s talk about work.
Carla: Hi. How are you?
Luigi: We haven’t seen each other for a year.
Carla: Yes, we finally meet. But are you always busy?
Luigi: Always busy, always working. I’m under a lot of stress.
Carla: Me, too, you know. My day starts very early. I wake up at six in the morning, I get up, I wash, I get dressed, I sit down for a second to have coffee, and right away I go out to go to work.
Luigi: But at least you have breakfast.
Carla: You don’t?
Luigi: That’s the way it is. And in my office, I sit at my desk all day. I feel tired. I never have a moment to enjoy myself.
Carla: But you have a good job!
Luigi: You can’t complain either!
Carla: That’s true. I can’t complain either.