One guy at the resthome is over a 100 and originally from Vienna, and originally he spoke German and maybe Yiddish.
Lately, he's been switching back to them, occasionally.
The other day when he was having a coffee, he lifted it up to me and was like, "Lechiam!".
Then, when I said "Lechiam!" back with my cup of tea and toasted him, he looked at me quite seriously, and was like, "Du verstehst 'lechaim'?".
Lately, too, he's also been calling me my first name with the "-el" dimunitive, which I think is either Yiddish or German.
It's so weird, since for as long as I've known him, he's been speaking English.
The brain is so funny.
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