It all reminds me of this language barrier related bit of humor, that was given to me many years ago, by an Italian immigrant friend of mine. (hand typed, in all caps, on a piece of grease stained paper) http://readmyemail.b...went-to-detroit.html
The first time I read it, I could imagine my friend telling the story, hearing his voice (Italian accent and all) in my head.
My friend has since passed away, but every time I read it, I can still hear his voice. I think that's why I kept that silly piece of paper all these years.