Up until now, I've been qutie pleased to note that my Czech has not been mixing into my Japanese at all. On Monday, I called Dad and spoke to him for about an hour in Czech, and suddenly, I had problems. When I needed to tell Dad to wait, all that came to mind was
chotto matte. When I wanted to say, "whatever's fine",
dochi de mo ii was what I wanted to say. Then for the first few hours of Tuesday, I had Czech fighting with my Japanese, however, it sorted itself out after that.
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