I just read an endearing column by Simon Kuper in the FT Weekend: “Why expats in Paris don’t get tinnitus”. I wrote much the same thing in Chapter 8 of my book, called “Please no American-English (or German, or Aussie….)”. So whether tis Mr. Kuper happily not understanding nearby conversations in French or myself calmed by not having loud English (or Cantonese) spewed into the air at a table next to me in some exotic resort, hotel lounge or anywhere in an airport, silence (and unknown foreign languages) is bliss.

Enjoy: http://www.ft.com/cms/s/2/8d22fd76-54f0-11e0-96f3-00144feab49a.html#axzz1HxqvGQzQ.