Dear Father,
Every morning I am washing my ears throughly from the wacks because they are working hard all the day. I am everywhere lissening like our teacher said us to the way the English natives is speaking and I make some discovary. On the busses and the tube I hear not the acsent like the man at the front on the TV who is speaking the news. He has the voise of the culture and it is important that we speak with the proper sound. England is the country of the snubs and the snub is the man who is looking down the nose on the man who is speaking in the volga acsent. The more is the English educated the more better is they speaking. This lessen I have lernt, so I must with the better sound speak.
But I am puzzle because the people who is speaking more badly are the more frendlier. For one exampel I give you. The conducteress on the bus she say NOW but she must say NO if she speak like the TV man. But she call me love and she call all the passingers love, so she love every body. She is belonging to the cocknees and they all are frends, but I am not understanding what they are saying always. This morning I sat besides a cocknee woman and she begun to talk about the wether like all the English. She asked me where I was going to DIE and I was supprised because it is Allah who only know this and I am young still. So I said I knew not and she then was supprised and she shaked her head. She taped her finger onto her fourhead and she said to the conducteress these sounds - "EE don't know wear ees gowing" and they all larfed. I feeled very embrassed and I read my newspaper.
The English love meny things. I heard some one say she would love a cup of tea and a cigarette. On the advertisings on the TV they are telling us we will love their produces. I cannot understand that the English are loving so meny things as well as their animals who they are loving more than their childrens. They are a strange people and I am wishing that I understand them.
Your trying son,
Iziz
