Leaves me out in the cold.
All good though, I only speak English, my father never taught us his mother language because he never dreamt any of us would ever go there to visit. Was communist there all of his adult life.
It was so strange to visit his tiny village knowing he had played on the streets there, looked in the graveyard not knowing exactly who I was related to but knew in those small villages everyone was connected in one way or the other through, friendship, marriage or by just one or two links. Very much a real moving experience.