Unable to hear the sound for I can not hear anyone walking down the lane in Milan, Italy.
Walking down the corridor at the Milano Centrale Railway Station, seeing people rushing, chatting, yelling, dropping bags, children even babies crying – unable to hear them.
Persons waving their arms and hands in the air caught my sight BUT did not give me any clue for it is body gestures on what they were asking.
Coming out of the Train Station, taxi drivers bombed at my face as they were talking, for I can not pick up any Italian conversation. One thing for I noticed their fingers rubbing against thumbs – sign for money, pointing themselves to take you and in the car, pointing out there where to go.
Try hard to lip read the Italian language such as i tassì, lo albergo, la tariffa, and try to think of the word ‘deaf’ in Italian – sorda (feminine). End up signing/pointing and facial expression as no via shaking head sideways in front of the taxi drivers. Only one good Samaritan driver forward as he understands for sono sorda (I am deaf).
Seeing the traffic – drivers waving their hands in the air, beeping their car horns and facial expressions such as angry, mutter, frown even annoy on the way to the lo albergo (hotel). So alien to me – their Italian culture. So strange to me!
Arriving right up to the front of the ingresso dell’hotel (hotel entrance), tassista (taxi driver) pointing himself and pointing to my luggage for he carries my baggage to the reception dell’hotel (hotel reception). Try to lip read tassita to the persona di accoglienza (hotel reception) – nothing works for me, but I see him using his hand flat and patting to his ear if it means to block or nothing to hear. The tassita turned and gave me a number sign for the la tariffa in return I gave him the money.
Travelling around Italy by tour bus – oh what fun to meet new people and to learn a new language. The tour manager/guide was great, for she knew that I am deaf among the hearing visitors.
Torre pendente di Pisa – Tower of Pisa

The impressive sight of Torre pendente di Pisa, surrounding many people who were chatting, clicking their cameras, talking and seeing their facial expressions of awes, walking even shouting each other. Nothing helps me to hear except to look at the wonder of Torre pendente di Pisa and walked up to the top. Wow, seeing a beautiful view on a sunny and warm day. Oh, what a peaceful calm for me!
Mind you! Watch out for the beggers, crafty people walking around with a double folded newspaper, children hanging around you even behind your back. Beware if you were carrying the bag over the shoulder, backpack for they are intelligent enough to pitch your expensive camera, purse, passport, and many other presents/items. Watching the crafty men who carrying a double folded newspaper – oh boy how quick they were, and they were sneaking as a snake. Oh boy! How Amazing their thief artwork in pitching money, purse by bumping you, or tippytoe passing you. Do not hear the sob story from the fake beggars and dirty clothes children wear in the street. Saw a couple children running down the alley street after pitching the visitor’s money out of their bag while the visitor taking photos. How so quiet the children pitched the money out of the purse. I looked up at the visitor’s face in terror and shouting for help when everyone looked at the visitor by hearing the cried of support. I was quick to read the body language, the surrounding of the places, in the street and stay alert, even to stand behind the person from your tour group.
Sitting down in ristorante pizzeria (pizza Resturant) and enjoying the delicious sizeable thin crust pizza – twice as the dinner plate for I eat the whole lot. My new-found friends from California were learning my sign language and gestures over pizza, the il cameriere (waiter) watching me signing in the air for he was interested in my sign language and walk around by collecting dirty plates, washing the tables surrounding us. A time to pay la fattura (the bill), noticed il cameriere talking to il gestore della pizza (the pizza manager) about me. Hard to lip-read what they were saying, for I saw they put the hands up to their ears. Il gestore della pizza granted us free for the meal we ate, OH what a delightful surprise for il gestore della pizza signed back to me in Italian sign language. I understand a few Italian sign language in my early days.
In Firenze (Florence), a person handed me the phone as thinking I will talk over the phone. I signed in no – each hand moved oppositely and pointed to my ear – nothing to hear. How stupid or lack of understanding che cosa è sordo per te? (What is deaf mean to you?) Oh, bother! Do I need to explain or walk away? Lovely chap for he is hard of hearing muttering to his daughter. Impossible to lipread this chap for I understand he was telling her by his stern facial expression- what a stupid girl! I can not hear the phone even can not speak over the phone. The daughter was so embarrassing for I saw her face went shocked and showing a few rosy cheeks.
There is no such language to learn to speak in Italian except to signs and sights of beauty surrounding lands and places in Italy. BUT to learn to read their Italian nouns and basic sentence tan to lip-read their mouth.
Many trips to Europe – Italy, Switzerland, Germany, France, The Netherlands, Austria, Monaco was one of my highlight experiences. I wish to go back to Europe again….














Every early hour of the morning, I woke up to find a sunrise over our existing house and the new vegetable and fruit gardens. Count me blessings for I wonder what God provides a job for me to do before I start work. My faith is remaining strong and find a way to do the work for our home and garden, to assist people with disabilities even Deaf people, the people in the community whenever I go and visit, involve with many Advisory and Leadership groups.





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