translation, it turns out, is not only the work, work, work i have ever known it is.
it is also like deep sea diving. if the immersion procedure is hastened, the narcotic effect does not last long, and the resurfacing brings a caisson disease of sorts with it.
it is best to immerse slowly and stay down, stay down for days on time. the nasty thing is, it is often impossible to do so, because of what they call life.
and so, translation makes me sick.
and the heat (up to 88F/32C) makes me sick.
and the ever-wandering thunder on the horizon makes me sick. especially because it does not come as often as it promises to come.
well, maybe it is just the heat.
