A year of English

This month is the first birthday of my English learning. It's already one year since I started to learn the English in self-taught in the edge of the lake Leman between two baths, during the summer. First, I began study with children's books and web sites, next, I also watched many subtitled movies. Then, in september 2007, I started to write my thesis (my blog) in English with translation tools in the web (such "Google translation" or "Babel fish"). After the exams, I fall in a post partum depression, so I decided to continue the blog and to continue learning the English through lessons in a language school. Since, I write every days in English, specially in the comments section of my blog (specially thanks to Lilian, Doreus, and Krn, thank you everybody for your kind comments). I think that I did never been strong for learn news tongues, but the fact is that English will my fourth tongue. In my life, I had to learn many languages : first I learned the Castellano (starting from my birth), then the italian (in my childhood, it was the first tongue that I learned write), then the french (in my adolescence, it was the first tongue I could finally to develop), and now, the English. 

When I had to learn french, I said to myself that this is too much for my little head, I felt like with cognitive extra work. So I decided to learn only the french (without any attention for the English), because I wanted speak normally with my friends, and because I felt always like a outsider. It was very difficult learn French, it's a language with a lot of sonic nuances and homophonic words (there aren't homophonic words in the italian or in the spanish, each word is very distinct, definite and plain). Because of all these changing of languages, I felt all my life like an outsider everywhere, even in my birth country.

I hope the English will be the last language that I must learn, but I have say that learn English had been a good thing for me, because it mark a transition, or the start of something, I don't know what. The fact is that English has a kind of molecular power for me, it like if it repair my head, a music that tells me something that happens. If I arrive to exit of this bad situation (I talk about my health), the English will be for ever the music of the miracle. But, for now, in spite of some obvious progress, the English rest for me a kind of a extraterrestial tongue, because I don't have been yet the lucky of to practice the conversation. Put differently, I would need now an immersion.