Marko

Marko has a dog. His dog is very small.

I've forgotten to call brother Marko.

Marko has bought a book, but I don't know which one.

"Why do you like Esperanto, Marko?" "I think Esperanto's like a Zen or Daoist language. It's hard for me to explain." "I think I understand."

"Marko, do you think there's intelligent life beyond our Earth?" "I know some have doubts. But I think we as humans are not alone. This universe may be a gigantic desert with some rare oases, Meron." "You're smart!"

"Marko, are you just back from meditation at your Thai temple?" "Yeah, it's so cool with hardwood floors and candlelight." "Wow, it sounds fancy!"

"Would you, Marko, want to live in a city like Los Angeles or New York City?" "Sure, Dennis, but nothing compares to exciting Tokyo. I think it has to do with the Japanese writing, on signs, on buildings, on neon lights, and so on."

"Dennis, don't you think Roman-letter printing is too rigid?" "What do mean, Marko?" "I think compared to Japanese script, Roman script is too rigid and doesn't flow with the eyes." "Oh, I never thought about it."

"Dennis, I think your English accent is really cacophonic!" "Sorry, Marko!"

"Hey, Dennis, I have a stack of Chinese comics I bought off a street vendor." "Can you read them, Marko?" "I know some characters. I sort of get the gist of the stories."