At Church picnic: we are swimming under water. Where I swam was clear, but come up under worst pollution; there is a song and dance: Carla Carlos (from choir) puts on a lampshade to be a silly hat; then we loaded a van with H.H.'s belongings: big glass door at an angle and 2 dirty mattresses supporting it.
-- "Did you hear her talk in her sleep?" I say; "No" -- "What did she say?" "I could not understand, she was talking in Czech" (her mother tongue); I laughed to myself, because I knew that I learned German, not Czech, first, as my mother tongue.