I was living my life normally, browsing the web like everyday when suddenly, my dad yells my name to tell me to come to the livingroom.
Usually, when he does that, it's to tell me to watch some random news coverage on TV that may interest me and very often not, the same way parents do nowadays by sending some random Facebook short on Whatsapp.
I went there without much conviction almost like a duty from the kid to his parent.
I would have been annoyed if it was useless honestly.
But this time, I was clearly wrong.
It was a TV report about Timothy Doner.
A young New Yorker talking more than 20 languages.
Timothy Doner
In my head, I said "what ?".
It's the first time I learned about hyperpolyglotism.
Is that even possible ?
I remember his ease of talking, switching from language to language.
I remember his look.
His stereotypical look with his glasses, his haircut, his skinny look.
I remember the stack of books.
I remember all the strange scripts, words, accents.
That was fascinating.
It felt unreal.
This ability to communicate with, almost, anyone in the world.
At end of the show, I was in awe.
I was like a kid watching for the first time Lionel Messi dribbling tens of opponents in slow motion.
One by one.
It was mind blowing.
Excitation raised inside of me through one question that will start to obsessed me.
"How can one individual learn so many languages?".
The recording lasted 2 min.
Enough to light a spark, Yet not enough to answer all my questions.
I got back to my room and went straight googling his name.
That's the beginning of my journey.
The moment I stepped out the doorway of my room to join my father, I didn't know that there would be a before and an after.
