Saturday, I came home from the Solstice Writing Retreat in Midway, which was more fun than a birthday party where you get everything you want, and collapsed into bed. I would watch a movie.
I chose a Norwegian/German film called TWO LIVES and there were no subtitles! Has that ever happened to you on Netflix?
I decided to watch it anyway: two hours of Norwegian interspersed with German and about three minutes of English, which was really helpful. When it ended, I went to IMBd to see if I'd understood what had happened, and surprisingly, I had understood most of it. Not the language--I don't have the gift of tongues--but the body language, the action, and emotion transcended language.
I have had this same experience in foreign countries, smiling and gesturing with people I couldn't understand, and coming away thinking I had had a conversation.
It's an invisible connection we have with other humans. Like String Theory. And it's comforting.