It looked… fine. A bit stiff. But fine.
He wrote another: "Your silence is the loudest poetry I've ever heard."
Then Zofia opened the notebook to his replies. She read the first line aloud: " When you close my books, my heart opens like a forgotten chapter. " Her voice was flat. "This is… not how humans speak in Polish. This is how an artificial intelligence would write if it had only read fortune cookies and tombstone engravings." google translate on desktop
"Oh," said Tomas.
"What is this?" she demanded.
"Myślę o tobie, gdy zamykam książki."
One rainy evening, Zofia left her notebook behind. Inside, on the final page, she had written a single sentence in Polish: It looked… fine
Tomas, meanwhile, spoke only Czech and a broken, self-taught English he’d learned from subtitled VHS tapes.