London is not that bad

There you have it, the first official photo of London. The shard in the background, the gray-blue sky (because it always rains a lot), drives it backwards … in short, in the end London is not that bad.

The sordamaldestra in me has not yet settled down well, in fact the figures of shit are scarce.

In general I don’t understand anything. which is just fine too. So let’s start from the fundamental and essential assumption that I am deaf. Wanting to have a conversation with a native, I have to understand the lip because the sounds are still in bad shape.

Now for the hearing impaired such a thing is unthinkable, but being able to lip-read in another language is really difficult. A lot of.

So I find myself always saying “OK” “Thanks” and laughing and nodding, pretending to understand, when in reality I have not understood anything.

The smile then always has its charm and always works.

Anyway to the bar waiter who asked me something, I smiled at him saying “I’m deaf” … and he gave a little smile of regret, and then I smiled and I showed him the translator app on the phone and we were there understood.

Communication is important, now I’m learning that even non-verbal communication can be great on many occasions.

In the end I speak also in English and also with the walls, the problem is that I misunderstand what I am asked.

In short, the usual answers to the cock. Is flawless.

In the end, London is not that bad