My iPod died on the subway back from the suburbs of Stockholm so walking through my blocks back home I listened to the conversations of others' walking by .
On the edge of the last block I approached a baby, about two years old or less, with his mother. A Porsche drove by and the tini-tiny kid said (I was surprised it even talked) :
"Felalrri!"
The mothers response,
"No sweetie, that's a Porsche. Can you say Porsche?"
The pore baby didn’t understand a thing.
Jesus Christ! These people are my neighbours!
So, today I thank Steve Jobs for the iPod and I am also truly grateful my parents didn't feel it necessary for me to learn how to say "Fendi" before "mom" and "dada".
p.s. I'm going to New York in a week!!! d.s.
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