When I was younger, my mom used to ‘drag’ me to German classes. Oh, I really hated those classes back then and I would have given anything to go outside and play. But you cannot imagine what I felt 5 years later when i entered a shop and saw a tourist trying to understand what the shop assistant was saying. I simply went near him and translated everything for him; he then bought me some candies, you know, as a reward. And two minutes later it happened: "that was the moment! In that very second a door in my mind opened. I knew that I had stopped breathing air and started breathing freedom!"

Now, at the age of 17, I understand parents' concern for their children when it comes to learning languages. I truly encourage these ideas, especially because of the brand new ways of learning, more entertaining, more interactive.

A year ago, when I visited the Art Museum in Budapest, I saw something that stands above everything: a wooden box with many ears; gentle roots were rising from the earth placed on the marble floor and were going inside the box. I carefully listened to each ear; jingling voices coming out were speaking in hundreds of languages, almost inviting me to join their conversation.

I was happy to recognize 5...But, think of the others!

It was as if God had given me wings to fly! I felt I could move heartedly, independently and be sure of myself in this huge World.

Can you imagine that little box where all the people on Earth belonged somewhere and were privileged to chat? Can you hear their laughter filling your whole body and soul with joy?...

Communication unites people, frees them from silence, enriches their spirit. But communication need languages for life without languages is just a silent poverty.

Susan Schiopu