What bound them was not a single meaning but the act of connecting—how language, like signal, bridges distances. The wordlist was less a cheat-sheet and more an atlas for everyday navigation. It taught me to watch how people use words as tools, toggles, and small resistances. A simple sticker on a café window—ORANGE MAROC—became both an advertisement and a landmark for rendezvous. A scrap of paper in a pocket—link: rue des Forges—was a map for a stolen kiss.