Languages...

Driving to work. Recently downloaded lots of music, so i am just browsing through them a bit. Combing through songs with pleasure.... And to my great surprise a discovery is made! A song by a band from my country... my country!...has been heard. I started to think about all the little things and moments so specific of my country. Then something happened. Something was different. I was thinking in Serbocroatian (or Bosnian or whatever)?!?!?!?!?!? And then i made another realization that horrified me. How long have I not thought in my language? And when the hell did I switch to English??!?! And how come I did not notice?!?! It seems language is just a code, a program language and I just deactivated one of them... Hm... I wonder how long would have passed before I became aware of the change had it not been for that song. I also wonder if this last sentence is gramatically correct, or have I used proper tenses to be more exact... So, thats how they get us, us imigrants to melt in their pot... A vermin desintigrates us from within leaving us empty; followed by outra integration thats supposed to fill the void. Not sure how that works on me yet, but its sure as hell an effective strategy... I listen to Czech radio now in hopes of not forgeting that code.... Losing a knowledge is like losing a part of your body.... I am gonna go melt some pot now.... seriously.