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continue readingMira grew up in a small town outside Bendigo and now works as a freelance translator from her flat in Carlton. She reads novels in five languages before bed, swaps between tongues depending on which friend she is texting, and keeps a notebook where she scribbles new vocabulary from Australian radio shows she streams on her lunch break. When we sat down for a chat over coffee in a Degraves Street laneway café, she laughed at the question she gets asked most often, which is how she actually does it. She said the real answer is less glamorous than people imagine. It is mostly a matter of repetition, curiosity, and forgiving yourself when a language slips.
Eight languages means something different to each person who learns them. For Mira, the journey began with a borrowed cassette of a Cantonese soap opera her mum brought home from a trip to Sydney's Cabramatta. From there, she picked up one after another in a slow, deliberate way. The interview below covers her background, her methods, the way Australia shapes her language practice, and the advice she gives to learners who are just starting out.
Mira's first contact with anything beyond English came through pop culture rather than school. Her mother worked night shifts at a packaging factory and watched Cantonese dramas on a small TV in the kitchen. By the time Mira was seven, she could hum the theme songs and recognise a handful of words, even if she did not fully understand what they meant. When the family moved to a larger town near Bendigo for her father's job, the languages she heard in school corridors started to multiply.
In high school, a French exchange student stayed with her family for six months. That was the turning point. Mira remembers spending afternoons helping her guest navigate Australian life, including how to order a flat white without sounding like a tourist. They walked together past the local servo to buy ice blocks on hot afternoons, and Mira found herself explaining Australian idioms like "chucking a u-ey" or "no worries, she'll be right." The French student picked up the slang faster than Mira picked up formal French grammar, which she says taught her an early lesson. You learn a language through the people who actually speak it, not through textbook dialogues.
By the end of year twelve, Mira had decided she wanted to study Mandarin at university. Her family did not have the budget for a long trip overseas, so she saved every cent from her part-time job at Coles and applied for every scholarship she could find. The first one she received sent her to a summer program in Beijing, and from the moment she stepped off the plane, she understood that real fluency would only come through immersion of some kind. She kept that lesson close for every language that followed.
Mira speaks eight languages with varying levels of confidence. English is her mother tongue, and she writes more naturally in Mandarin than in any other. Her French is strong enough to discuss politics, and her Spanish is good enough to argue about football. Portuguese, she says, came from years of Brazilian friends in Melbourne and from listening to samba while she cooks. Japanese came from her time studying animation at university, German from a partner she had in her twenties, and Italian from the nonna across the hall who insisted on feeding her homemade pasta.
The pattern she describes is consistent. She did not learn these languages because they were strategic. She learned them because someone she loved, or some corner of the world she wanted to visit, made them feel necessary. This matters because it explains why she has kept them. There is always a person to text, a song to translate, or a meal to order in the original language. Without that anchor, the work of study becomes harder to sustain.
The hardest one to keep alive, she says with a laugh, is German. She has not lived in a German-speaking country, and her partner moved on years ago. So she does what she can. She joins a monthly Stammtisch at a pub in Fitzroy, watches Tatort on SBS, and subscribes to a podcast about Austrian wine. It is a small effort, she admits, but a regular one. Languages do not require perfection, just steady contact.
When Mira describes her study routine, she does not talk about apps or streaks. She talks about books she reads slowly, conversations she lets happen, and words she keeps in a physical notebook. Her daily ritual begins at six in the morning with twenty minutes of Mandarin news on the radio. She does not understand every word, but she picks out phrases and writes them in a list she reviews later.
Throughout the day, she cycles through different languages depending on what she is doing. Lunchtime Portuguese comes from a Brazilian friend she messages daily. Evening Spanish comes from a telenovela she streams on her tablet. French appears on weekends, when she meets up with her book club at a wine bar in South Melbourne. German has its slot on Sunday evenings. The schedule is loose enough to leave room for life, but strict enough that no language goes more than three or four days without attention.
The other tool she swears by is reading aloud. She reads short stories in her weaker languages out loud to herself while walking through the Carlton gardens. It feels strange at first, she says, but it forces the mouth to remember what the eyes recognise. She also recommends keeping a running list of false friends, idioms, and pronunciation notes, and reviewing them on the tram when she is commuting into the city. Small habits, repeated often, beat heroic efforts done rarely.
Australia is one of the most multilingual countries in the world by household, and Mira says she never feels lonely in any language she speaks. In Melbourne alone, she can find a Cantonese-speaking uncle at the Queen Victoria Market, an Italian neighbour in her apartment block, a Portuguese-speaking café owner on Lygon Street, and a Mandarin-speaking colleague at the translation agency where she freelances. The multicultural texture of the city has shaped how she practices and why she keeps adding languages rather than polishing just one.
She points to SBS as a quiet hero of Australian language life. The broadcaster runs programmes in more than sixty languages, and Mira often turns on the radio while doing the dishes, partly to keep her ear trained and partly because the presenters use a casual Australian English that helps her explain Australian expressions to her international friends. Things like "having a yarn," "dreading a snag," or the very flexible use of "heaps" come up constantly, and she has built a small side collection of phrases she shares on her blog.
On weekends, she sometimes meets friends at a brewery in Collingwood, where the conversations can switch between three or four languages within an hour. Last month, a Japanese visitor asked her how to follow Australian Rules football, and she ended up drawing diagrams on a napkin for an hour in mixed Japanese and English. Moments like these, she says, are the real reward for all those years of study. When the week has been long, she also enjoys unwinding with a bit of online entertainment, and a friend recently walked her through a piece on same day casino withdrawals that explained how payouts work for Australian players. She filed it away as a tidy reference for a quiet Sunday arvo.
Mira is honest that speaking eight languages is not something she recommends to most people. The work is constant, and the rewards are quiet. The hardest part, she says, is the guilt that comes when a language you once loved starts to slip. She went through a rough patch in her late twenties when work became intense and she lost her German almost entirely. Getting it back took two years of small, stubborn efforts.
There is also the social cost. People sometimes assume that being multilingual means you are constantly showing off, or that you want to correct them when they make mistakes. Mira is careful to clarify that she does not. She only speaks another language when it helps someone feel more at home, or when a friend prefers it. The "polyglot" label, she thinks, has become a little too romantic in some corners of the internet. Real multilingual life is more mundane, with a lot of grammar mistakes and forgotten vocabulary.
Then there is the time problem. Eight languages require serious time, and there are only so many hours in a week. She has learned to drop languages when they are no longer serving her. She used to study Russian, for example, but she let it go when she realised she had no one to speak it with. Letting go of a language, she says, is also a skill. Not every tongue is meant to stay in your life forever. To keep her motivation up during the inevitable rough patches, she treats herself to small rewards after big study milestones, and a recent guide covering cashback bonus offers for AU players made its way onto her list of ways to celebrate.
Mira's advice for someone just starting out is refreshingly simple. Pick one language, find one person who speaks it, and arrange to meet that person once a week. Apps can support that goal, but they should never replace it. The same goes for textbooks, podcasts, and YouTube. They are tools, not destinations. The destination is another human being who will notice when you sound a little different from how you did last month.
She also recommends paying attention to what you enjoy in your own language, and finding a way to do that thing in the new one. If you love cooking, learn recipes in the target language. If you love football, find a podcast about the Premier League in that tongue. The pleasure carries you through the difficult grammar chapters. Languages learned through joy, she believes, tend to stick. Languages learned through guilt rarely do.
Finally, she suggests that learners keep a record of small moments when the language does something for them. The first time you understand a joke without subtitles, the first time you read a street sign without translating it, the first time a native speaker asks where you are from because they cannot quite place your accent. Those moments are not milestones in the grand polyglot sense, but they are the real milestones. They are the moments when a language stops being a school subject and becomes part of who you are.