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I’ve been studying Czech with my girlfriend’s mother (who speaks no English). In our most recent lesson, I learned the word police which, in Czech, means shelves. The word for police is policie.
I am glad I have learned this distinction before having to call for the police in a crisis situation. I can see the terrible humour in my potentially running down the street shouting “Shelves! For goodness sake, somebody call for the shelves!”
Journal • 7 January 2007