Oh Danish.
You are a tasty thing to eat, but not a tasty language to speak.
So I'm a little on struggle street with Danish lessons. Far from the bludge subject I anticipated, the language course is intense, with daily homework and impossible pronunciation. I'm in a class full of Germans, who are all vastly better at Danish than I am due to my woefully underdeveloped hacking, coughing, spluttering and guttural growling throat muscles.
The sounds for the letters E and I are nearly identical (kinda "e" and "ei" [as in the sound the "i" makes in "itchy"] respectively), the sounds for U and Y are equally indiscernible differentiations on the sound "ooh" (as in the "o" sound in "food") and don't even get me started on Æ ("aye"), Ø ("uh" as in "Uno") and Å (oh, but kinda a lower sounding...thing... sorta).
"e" |
"i" |
" Æ" |
"Ø" |
"Å" |
Rikke: *flurry of instructions in Danish*. Hvad hedder du?
Me: Jer er hedder Lucy.
Rikke: John.
Me: no, Lucy.
Rikke: no, John.
Me: ( falling into that awful awful habit of repeating the same word louder and slower) Lu- see.
Rikke: no, John.
Me: *looks blank*
Rikke: picks up her book and shows me the dialogue page that she is referring to.
Me: ooooooooh. Jer er hedder John.
To add insult to injury, we have not-insignificant amounts of daily homework which only serves to reinforce how completely incompetent I am.
But after 3 days of lessons, I can tell you my name, where I come from, how many languages I (don't) speak, the time (so long as it is only quarter past, half past or quarter to), the alphabet and the numbers up to 20. I can also apologise to people, which is probably the most important thing I've learnt this week.
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