My friend Hajni is in town visiting from Hungary. I am so excited to see her, but she called me this morning and I found out a sad fact: My Hungarian Is Gone. Hajni happily talked and talked and talked and then after my 3rd "Tessek?" (Pardon?) and one "Nem ertem" (I don't understand) she stopped and said in English, "Willy (that was my nickname in Hungary) you have lost your Hungarian. I am going to cry."
All I could say was "Me, too."
And I've been depressed ever since. This is a sad day. I mean I knew I hadn't used my Hungarian for a couple of years, but I didn't know it had died. Please pray that it'll come back so Hajni and I can talk at dinner tonight. I think that forgetting Hungarian is one of the unforgivable sins.