My love is like a red red rose

Listening to a foreign language is like dancing. You enter this strange state of passive alertness. Not knowing what will happen next or not understanding everything that is said, you have to sit back and wait. You respond as you can and as it happens.

Unmerited suspicion is like rascism. You haven't done anything wrong and you have no bad intent, but the other person thinks the worst of you. They treat you with a severity and defensiveness appropriate for a rebel. You recoil at your false label and wish to explain or protest, but you have been prejudged and there is no-one who will hear.