The story happened a year ago. One day, I was walking along the street when an old man walked towards me. He asked me the way in English. No matter how hard I tried I couldnt understand what he said. He repeated again and again. At last I seemed to know what he was saying.
He was a Japanese. He thought I could speak English. So he asked me the way in English. My goodness! His Japanese English confused me a lot. then he spoke English very even wrote the English words on a piece of paper. In the end I managed to help him get the right way. I thought maybe it was necessary for me to learn some Japanese.
A few months later, I was enrolled to attend a summer course, learning Japanese. I was surprised to find that old man was there, teaching us es no story without coincidence!
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