Originally Posted by
SimonPaddo
.... One memory of ESTEC was having lunch in the canteen and everyone spoke in their own language and everyone else understood, apart from me!
One of my memories of the first visit to ESTEC was a shocking surprise that so many people there spoke relatively poor English. At least, worse than I expected. Especially in terms of pronunciation. Many French and Italian guys just did not care about it (though their written papers were quite good), and it was a bit stressful until I got used to such “variations”. Poor Great English language, which I loved to study at school. A flip side of being a means of international communications