"Jumalauta!" (Finnish for "For God's sake!") -- I sit next to a couple on a park-bench in Dubrovnik. They are talking. I think to myself: "Sounds beautiful this Croatian; lovely vowels, sometimes long, sometimes short." This goes on for a while. Suddenly it hits me: "They are talking Finnish, a language that you spoke during ten whole years of your adult life, day in, day out! And the stuff they are talking about is not meant for your young ears."