At first, I did not know how to cope with the new language I was told to learn. I simply did not know where and how to start and was lagging behind all the students. But then, one day, my English teacher decided to take a new approach to teach me English. She knew I loved stories. she handed me an illustrated English storybook and told me to explain to her what was happening. I was only glad to do that – it was about a little boy’s first visit to the zoo. She took back the picture book from me and then read it very slowly to me in English. Even though I could not understand it, I was intrigued by the new sounds I heard of words I did not yet know.