Once upon a time there was a magician named Raul.
This Raul spoke a very difficult language to understand.
Nobody knew why that was the case with him. It wasn't clear whether Raul knew it himself. In any case, he never spoke about it. Only his friend Mauer, who was also a magician, could understand him. When Mauer visited him, Raul's greeting sounded something like this: “Ollah Rerebuaz Reuam!”
Nobody understood that, of course, except his friend Mauer
"Hello magician Raul,” said Mauer, “how is it going?”
"Yrev llew. Dna uoy?”
“Quite well. Thank you!”
Mauer sat down at his table in front of his house.

Raul had made coffee.
“Dluow uoy ekil eeffoc?”
“With pleasure. I love coffee.”
They drank in silence.
Mauer obviously had something on his mind.
“Um, could I have some herbs from your herb collection?”