Lost In Translation

When he woke up this morning, all his thoughts were French. Not about France. Actually French.

So what does he think about that? Is he OK with it, or freaking the fuck out? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t speak French.

He tries to read the room. Looks at the… what? Is that a bird, or a book, or a baguette? No. Not a baguette.

He tries speaking. But saying what?

He’s got it. Holiday mode. Repeat the next thought into his phone. Google Translate it.

“Quand as-tu oublié que tu étais français ?”

“When did you forget you were French?”