We met in a very promiscuous city, where strangers hold each others gaze for a long time, and you know in a few short moments that something is going to go down. Then when you go to speak, you find your command of your potential paramour's language is so limited, as hers is of yours, that you spend an evening, should you choose to accept your mission of interracial and international harmony, in silence, mute save for the primal sounds that all beings of this earth emit in the heat of the moment.