We Speak 50 Languages in the Retirement Home

I push the hot water button on the water dispenser to fill my coffee cup and turn to greet someone hobbling along on his crutches. The boiling water overflows and runs down my hand. I do a small dance of pain, mutter a curse and walk to where I usually sit in the coffee lounge, slopping coffee as I go.

“Good morning, Leon!” says someone as I pass.

“Morning,” I growl, watching a drop of coffee narrowly miss my shoe.

“Guten morgen, Leon!”

 “Morgen.” I don’t look but it sounds like Fritz, the nice guy from the third floor.

“Buenas Dias, Leon,” says Paco who always sits in the window seat.

“Hola!” I say, pleased at my knowledge of Spanish as it is spoken in Beunos Aires.  

I’m halfway to my usual seat and rapidly running out of languages.

“Bon jour, Ami!” says Marcel, raising his cup as I draw near.

 I give him a quick smile, trying not to move my eyes from my stormy coffee cup.

“B’jour Marcel!”

 “Buenas Dias, Amigo! Como estas?” This guy’s name is Leonardo, Uruguayan, early 90s, fit as a fiddle, drives like a maniac. “Because of the traffic in Montevideo,” he once explained.

“Can I carry that cup for you?” it is the smiling Fatima, the Arab lady who is in charge of cleaning and order in the lounge. “Shukran, Fatima!” I say, highly relieved at her offer. 

I trail after her as she weaves through the chairs balancing the coffee cup like a pro and we pass through a knot of caregivers. Luckily they all speak smatterings of Hebrew and “Good Morning” is the specialty of these smiling people. I mean you wouldn’t expect me to learn Philipino, Thai, Chinese, Sri Lankan and Indian with all their different dialects, would you? 

Finally I get the greeting from my own crowd: “Boker Tov, Leon!”

It’s going to be a great day, after all…



About the Author
Leon Moss grew up in South Africa and has lived in Israel for 35 years; He is a construction estimator by profession, and has been a freelance writer for the past 10 years, writing odd stories, articles and web content. Leon paints and works hard at being retired. He and his wife live in a retirement home in central Israel.