For 30 seconds, you are not a B1.1 Mensch. You are just a Mensch. And it feels like flying. We glorify fluency. We worship the polyglot on YouTube who learned Hungarian in a week. But we forget the vast middle—the millions of people living in the soggy valley between beginner and advanced.
There is a specific kind of person you meet in the international waiting rooms of the world—in the language school corridors of Berlin, the integration courses of Zurich, or the evening adult education classes in Vienna. They are neither beginners nor advanced. They have left the harbor of A1 (where "I am a banana" is a valid sentence) but have not yet reached the shores of B2 (where you can argue about Kant’s categorical imperative). b1.1 menschen
You try to make a doctor's appointment over the phone. The receptionist speaks fast Schwyzerdütsch or Sächsisch dialect. You say "Wiederholen Sie bitte" three times. On the fourth time, you just say "Ja" to everything. You show up for an appointment next year. In a different city. For 30 seconds, you are not a B1