Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité

by tiresomemoi

BeforeBefore

French class has shrunk and been reconfigured. Of the original group only three of us remain: me, the Serb, and the Polish priest. That sounds like the set up for a bad joke about an airplane with too few parachutes. Anyway, add an American wife, an Argentinian, and a Slovenian to the three of us and you have the new group. For the last few weeks, the Serb has been telling us about, Rakija, his country’s national drink and today he brought in a bottle made by his girlfriend’s grandfather. After listening to the drink’s health benefits (good for the heart, runny noses, and stomach ailments) we started drinking. We continued drinking during class and finished off the bottle after class. It’s got a fruity bouquet, goes down easy, and hits hard. In class we discussed the weather. Fair weather, extreme weather, yesterday’s weather. During the break we discussed religion (As a devout non believer I’m impressed by believers), death (the Pole was one of eight now one of five, the professor one of five now one of three, and the American wife had just lost a brother. A lot of death for such a small group), and race (How do you explain the one drop rule?)

During

During

After

After

While I wouldn’t recommend getting drunk in class on a regular basis it was definitely a bonding experience and worth doing once.

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