I kind of switch between five languages. But that's nothing to brag about here because so does everyone here. I work at a small ML startup (5 Engineers). Commu

I kind of switch between five languages. But that's nothing to brag about here because so does everyone here. I work at a small ML startup (5 Engineers). Communication on Slack is mostly in French. Everything related to code (documentation, comments, commit messages, architecture diagrams) in English. Conversations go like this: "On prendra une journée pour refactoriser le code.. take care of all code smells, hakda bach ki nebdaou l'application lokhra ykoun koullech ouadjed". That's French, English, and Algerian. Then I go home and speak Kabyle (most of my coworkers are Kabyle but we don't use it). Since I've learned English, all my notes are taken in English as is most of my reading (it was in French when I was younger; raised on classics). Job interviews are conducted in the three languages (although we test for English because it's important). I joke often that bilingualism here starts with your sixth language. I yearn for bragging rights. When it comes to thoughts, however.. mine have no language. It's just a "vvvvvvvv vvvvvvvvv", as if I were underwater or in a womb. Images through which I can jump, become part of, and play with. Becoming so small as to go inside the fuel tank, follow the fuel to the pump, pass through the dirty filter, get inside the cylinders to be compressed by pistons and stay there for the boom.