I have been studying languages for almost all of my life. It started with Spanish in Cuba, where my whole family lived for two years when I was 10. In addition to Spanish, which attracted me, I was lucky with my teacher of the Russian language. She never stopped telling us about the origin of the words, which was both fascinating and useful for learning the spelling. That’s how it all started. For all of my conscious life, I was surrounded by dictionaries and books in different languages. Some languages were managed to be learned to a decent level, like English. Some languages turned out to be forgotten because there was nowhere to use them, like French. But I still learn languages with alternate success, and at the time of writing this text, I’m studying — or rather revising — my Spanish, which I only spoke a little bit of about 40 years ago.

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