Your life is just
A murder train a-comin
The other male explained to him that he had a eidetic memory, or photographic memory. He then went on to explain what Eidetic meant. Cotl already knew, but he didn't stop the male from telling him. Cotl simply nodded his head lightly. He couldn't say that he had the same, because he really didn't. He however did remember things pretty well. He also could remember things done and said in full detail, but it was often faded with time, and eventually, if he didn't really think about it, it would be forgotten. It was good that the other male had such a memory though, it would probably be useful, as well as the knowledge in machinery. That means you have extended -LITTLE HELLION BITCHES-knowledge in human machinery? Ja? he asked the other, his German accent definitely different than his own accent. It was almost hard for the German to understand him, but with his words carefully picked apart and re-worded in his mind was and did take place, so he could understand the boy just a little bit better. This all was done subconsciously.
The other was quick to pull out a map and explain that he was from the "deep south". Cotl adventured into the room to look at the map, and the boy took a minute to exactly get the right position of where he had come from. He did not have to cross the waters to get here. He simply had to do a lot of walking. Cotl nodded his head to the other male. But then the male had explained his route, going up the river that traveled pretty well up there. Cotl smoothed out the rest of the map, and he went to Europe, as soon as the male had asked how he where and how he had gotten here. He pinpointed his German homeland, his finger landing right on the same city he had been born and raised in. Leipzig. He had come straight from Germany. Ich komme-SCHIESS- aus Deutschland, Leipzig. the male spoke in his natural language. There was not much of a difference between the two languages, and so he often would switch gears right off the bat. In Germany, he had learned both English and German, and he often was spoken to in broken dialogue. Sometimes they'd be speaking English, and other times German. He did the same, because he was in the habit of doing so. I took a boat from this port, Rostock,-NYEH- to a port here, aus Kanada. the male spoke, trailing his finger over the ocean and to an old port to the north of this land. It seemed like they both had long journeys here, though the German's trip was much shorter than two years, it actually only took him a few months to get here. Possibly four or five months.
The male looked to the other and nodded his head. We're just two strangers in a strange land then, ja? the male added, before he stepped back. You have a reason you left? the male asked, cocking his head to the side for a moment.
Sprechen. Denken hart. Wandernd.
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