We dream about things, places, people, cakes and cars. I have an exquisite one about my favorite destination. The story began when I was 12 years old. The Language Connection The history of this particular fantasy of mine dates back to those days, when I was a fan of the History subject at school. Miss Dorothy made it all the more interesting for me; she made people and places of old times come alive through her way of teaching. The chapter was World War II and I was quite inquisitive in knowing how people killed each other ruthlessly and of course, how the war ended. This particular chapter had a good 10 pages about Adolf Hitler. Now, don’t you dare think I fantasized about him! I still remember this part clearly, “Hitler didn’t care two hoots about Rhineland”. Here, it was not that Hitler didn’t care about something; it was this particular phrase in the English language that caught my attention. I have a little appetite for such things . After the ...