Lingua lament.

My friend, - ти знаєш про кого я мовляю, дитино! - has been coaxing me to help in writing a story. In Ukrainian. In our native-but-not-completely-so-since-we-don’t-know-it-very-well language (it’s possible for weirdos like us to have several native and a few more almost native languages, haha, life is too strange for words).

I mean, kiddo, are you for real? We are ignorant enough, we won’t be able to twist the plotline, the sentences so they are interesting to read (I’m not even on about grammar and punctuation rules here!)

Maybe I’m faithless, but it’s more like we are hopeless!