#foreign language translator

[rachels-rendez-vous]

skin care and makeup in french

aka how to have your own vogue beauty secrets moment en français 🧼

(doing this mainly for myself and a very niche audience)

face - le visage, la figure

skin - la peau

skin care - soin visage

eyes - les yeux

lips - les lèvres

cheeks - les joues

eyebrows - les sourcils

eyelashes - les cils

water - l’eau

cleanser - le nettoyant

makeup remover - le démaquillant

toner - le tonique, la lotion tonique

serum - le sérum

face oil - l’huile

lip balm - le baume à lèvres

moisturizer - la crème, la crème hydratante

exfoliant - l’exfoliante

massage - le massage

face mask - le masque

foundation - fond de teint

concealer - l’anti-cerne, l’anti-tache

powder - la poudre

bronzer - la poudre de soleil

highlighter - l’highlighter, l’illuminateur

lipstick - le rouge à lèvres

lipgloss - le brillant à lèvres, le gloss (à lèvres)

eye shadow - le fard à paupière

mascara - le mascara

eyebrow pencil - le crayon à sourcil

eyebrow gel - le gel à sourcil

makeup brush - le pinceau de maquillage

eye liner - l’eye-liner, l’eye-liner liquide

blush - le blush, le fard à joues

to put on makeup - se maquiller

to wash - se laver

to take off makeup - se démaquiller

to do skincare routine - faire des soins de la peau

to massage- masser

to apply - appliquer

[belle-keys]

Recommendations for media about translation, interpreting, and foreign languages

Movies and TV

Quo Vadis, Aida? (2020) The Interpreter (2005) The Last Stage (1948)

Books

Babel: An Arcane History by R.F. Kuang The Centre by Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi Translating Myself and Others by Jhumpa Lahiri The Interpreter by Suki Kim Girl in Translation by Jean Kwok Translation Nation by Héctor Tobar Alphabet of Thorn by Patricia A. McKillip Translation State by Ann Leckie

Other Important Topics and Subjects

La Malinche The Rosetta Stone The Tower of Babel The Adamic Language Esperanto Philology Goethean World Literature

Documentaries and History

The Interpreters: A Historical Perspective The Nuremberg Trials Biblical Translation St. Jerome - patron saint of translators Shu-ilishu's Seal (first depiction of an interpreter)

[nekohrine]

ace culture is listening to a fun popular song and not relating to a single lyric

[sisi-learns-languages]

Russian Vocabulary: Around the House

Russian — English

• Дом — house

• Комната — room

• Гараж — garage

• Лестница — stairs

• Диван — couch

• Лампа — lamp

• Телевизор — television

• Ванна — bathtub

• Душ — shower

• Раковина — sink

• Мыло — soap

• Туалет — toilet

• Чашка — cup

• Вилка — fork

• Нож — knife

• Микроволновка — microwave

• Тарелка — plate

• Холодильник — refrigerator

• Ложка — spoon

• Кровать — bed

• Одеяло — blanket

• Подушка — pillow

• Стул — chair

• Патио — patio

• Бассейн — pool

• Двор — yard

• Чердак — attic

• Подвал — basement

• Потолок — ceiling

• Стена — wall

• Дверь — door

• Пол — floor

• Крыша — roof

• Окно — window

[hegoeshardasfuck]

two is better than one anyways

wordcount: 1.9K

tags: double penetration, vaginal sex, kinktober, bottom Sakura, top Sasuke, top Naruto, background infidelity, canon relationship

synopsis: "I'm in." / "Sasuke!" / "What? She's my wife, if she wants to try take both of us at once I'm in. Are you?"

authors note: i love them so much, expect more of them this kinktober!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59358802

"You really want to try it?" Naruto asked while the afterglow of sex settled in.

Sakura nodded, "I can take it."

"What if we break you?" Sasuke asked. In spirit he'd be smoking, but he's too busy trying not to focus on the ache in his pelvis to do so.

"There are medical ninjas who know better than to ask how I got my vagi-"

"If you use scientific terms I'm definitely gonna say no."

"Let me put it in a way a street rat will understand: the medical workers won't ask why you're carrying me in with blood pouring down my thighs in a worst case scenario. Is that easier for your ears?"

"Yeah."

"You really think we could fuck you up that badly?"

"The human body is fickle, some have bodies which could handle sex with a tailed beast, others can barely handle the workload of sex with another human."

"You know, you're not making it easier to believe that you taking the both of us at once won't hurt you."

"It will hurt, obviously. The angles you'd have to take would ensure some ache at first."

"I'm in."

"Sasuke!"

"What? She's my wife, if she wants to try take both of us at once I'm in. Are you?"

Naruto paused for a moment.

A chance to double team his earliest and longest standing crush with his second longest standing crush and best friend Sasuke?

That's a once in a lifetime sort of thing.

He sighed, "Yeah, I'll bite if Hinata says I can."

"Why don't you just invite her sometime," Sakura offered.

"Maybe in a couple more visits. She's very traditional, I'm shocked she even let's this happen."

"Makes sense considering her bloodline."

"Hey, that's my wife you're talking about.

-/-/-/-

She lays with just Sasuke in her for hours it feels. Naruto stays to the side, still as stone, hard as rock. He looks nervous.

"Are we gonna do this or not?" Sasuke asked as he looked over to Naruto.

"Yeah! Yeah, obviously," Naruto said far too fast to be truthful.

"If you don't want to we can do something else," Sakura offered, shifting just a bit from where she lay.

"I do! I just, I don't wanna hurt you." He takes tentative steps closer as he speaks. In a smooth motion he has his head between Sasuke's hip and Sakura's thigh, "I don't think it'll work."

Sasuke scoffed, "It'll work."

"From this angle?" As he speaks he gathers slick on two fingers and slides them across Sasuke's length.

It rouses a gasp out of Sasuke.

"You'll strain your hips if me and Sasuke are both between your thighs." He presses down with blunt nails and circles until he finds the sweet spot. With a muted grin he jams in two fingers under Sasuke's cock, making sure not to hurt either of them with his motion.

Sakura gasps with Sasuke this time.

As he fingers Sakura and rubs up on Sasuke with limited motions, he speaks aimlessly.

"Really, you'll have to be positioned awkward to even consider it."

He slides his palm down Sasuke's cock with a shallow thrust.

"Sasuke's a bit too wide in the hip for both of us to fit comfortably between your legs."

He leans a little further in, buried in the conjunction of his lovers. It's what heaven is like, he'd assume at least.

"And really, if Sasuke's cock and two of my fingers have you this twitchy I can't even imagine what adding me to the mix would do. Kind of an exciting thought if it doesn't injure you."

He sounds eager as he allows the notion to flourish in his head. He'd been dreading it in a way for the most part, excitement of fucking his friends, fear of hurting them. But, now that he's here, giving Sasuke a handjob and fingering Sakura simultaneously, he's starting to want too.

He steps back and away from them. They both whine as he retracts his hand.

"How much can you bend your leg?" Naruto asked before raising it from the ankle, "I think I have an idea."

"She can handle a mating press," Sasuke said coldly.

"As far as it needs to go," Sakura said.

"Nice." Naruto slung her ankle over his shoulder before slinging an arm around Sasuke's, "So, before I hop in-"

"Please never say that about me again," Sakura said desperately.

"Sorry- before I slide on in, how we gonna move?" Naruto asked.

"Move?" Came Sasuke's next question.

"We want to fuck her, right?" Naruto asked.

"I think that being full of both of you at the same time will be more than enough," Sakura answered with, "And we all know how much you two love frotting."

"We do not!"

Sakura rolled her eyes, "Sure you don't- just put it in already."

Naruto just grinned as he retracted his arm from Sasuke's shoulder, "Hold your horses, Sakura."

Truth be told, he doesn't know what he's doing at all. Still, he slides a hand down to Sasuke's hip to hold him still. Sasuke's hand comes to rest on top of his. They definitely could've set this up a lot better than they did what with the both of them standing and Sakura laid out on the bed.

Naruto falters before roughly lining up, shudders course through him at the touch of skin on skin. He leans in as he goes, his other hand sliding down Sakura's leg for support. Fuck, this harder than he thought it would be. He knew it'd be tricky at the minimum considering the angle working against the feat, but this is a struggle.

Sasuke's incessant whimpering as he grinds against him makes up for it. He still gently tugs Sasuke back a bit to catch the slick on his own cock before wedging himself in on the thrust back. It's barely any at all that got in, but its a start, and by god it's a start that makes Sakura react.

A long hiss of a cuss spills out of her lips as she tears into the sheets. She grits and teeth and lets the burn resolve as Naruto and Sasuke wait patiently, both reactive in their own right. Any motion from this point will push either of them to the brink with friction pressed so close together and Sakura knows this will throw her over the edge. Normally it'd take work to get her cumming, but tonight it'll be a different story.

"How are we-" He pauses with a caught breath.

Sasuke had moved.

"How are we holding up?" Naruto tried to ask.

"Good," Sasuke said promptly but breathlessly.

"I'm good," Sakura said, she was already starting to sound ruined.

Naruto nodded. His grip on both of them tightened, "Wanna keep going like this? Or do you wanna bust out the strap instead, Sakura?"

That gave Sakura a moment of pause before speaking, "Let's keep going."

"Okay!" His enthusiasm is breathless.

For a brief moment he falters, trying to further grasp this reality he's fallen into. It's wild. He doubts it'll ever read as reality looking back. It'll feel more like a wet dream than anything else he'd imagine.

He would try to make it last as long as he can, but his lovers are swift to impatience no matter the topic. He supposes that he is too. This awful tease of friction and pressure alike would drive him up the walls any other day.

All things considered it's easier than he thought it would be after that initial push. Everything about it leaves him winded and panting. Sasuke is whining, clawing into Naruto's hand as he tries to hold himself upright. Sakura seethes out a few curses amidst ragged moans and even more ragged breathing.

Wow.

Holy fuck.

For a moment they're completely still with disbelief. That actually fucking worked. A nagging thought kept all of them from believing it really could. Naruto thought Sakura would call it off, Sakura thought Sasuke, and Sasuke thought Naruto. It's hard to tell if it was worth it at this rate, can they even move enough to garner any pleasure?

It's Sasuke that tries to move first.

"Don't, holy shit." The words are hard to pick out from the vicious moan and heavy breathing.

"I'm with Naruto," Sakura chimed in with on an oddly high pitched tone.

"Pios naomh-"

"Sasuke, i love it when you speak foreign languages at me, but now is not the time," Naruto seethed.

Red rose to Sasuke's face, "Sorry."

They all hold still.

They don't want to move.

To break this oddly perfect moment.

"Ready to move?" Naruto asked.

"If you move I'll cum," Sasuke said.

"So yeah, we're ready to move then," Naruto said firmly, "At the same time, or something like that."

"I can do that."

Sakura stayed quiet.

"You okay with that?" Naruto asked.

She nodded.

"On three?"

"Just move you idiot-"

And Naruto moves without any warning, all three of them react. Sasuke moves next, inverting Naruto's motion. Too much stimulation. He's gonna drop to his knees and beg.

Sakura can't even think. Her throat is gonna sting tomorrow with how harshly she's abusing her vocal chords. It fucking burns, pleasures, and overwhelms her all at once to have both Naruto and Sasuke at once. This is nothing like being spit roasted or even taking one in the ass and the other up front.

She's just drowning in this sea of sensation, one central point bursting across the rest of her body. It's too much. She can't. Not for much longer at least. Her body will be fine but she can feel the pressure of a fast approaching orgasm even cloud her brain.

The hand on Sakura's leg is clawing into her now, he'll have to apologize later if he accidentally draws blood. He'd never do it on purpose. But right now he can't really focus on much aside from the fact he's fucking and frotting at the same time. And he's doing it to his best friends no less.

Oh yeah, this is what it's all about. He can't imagine this with anyone else. Can't really think up much of anything right now as orgasm fucking rocks him. The familiar keen of Sasuke rings true in his ears as Sakura yowls out.

That was fast.

He still doesn't move an inch until he stops shaking so much, knees pressed into the edge of the bed. His breathing is heavy and he can feel Sakura's leg twitch periodically as she whimpers and mumbles. Sasuke is leaned heavily on him, hand transferred to the bed for support.

Naruto tries to move Sakura's leg enough so he won't fuck it up as he collapses. He ends up with her leg resting across his back and an arm over the base of her ribs. Sasuke follows promptly thereafter, whole body heaving as he lays on his side next to Sakura.

"Holy fuck."

Sakura tries to sit up. Her entire body feels too weak to do so. She just drops back down again instead and Sasuke sweeps the hair out of her eyes.

"Thanks," She mumbled out in response.

"Guys," Naruto started with, "Holy fuck."

"We heard you the first time," Sasuke said as he flopped onto his back.

Naruto slowly dragged himself out of bed to hitch Sakura higher up the mattress.

"What are you doing?" Came her weary question.

"I gotta clean you up," Naruto said as he stared at the ruined state of her cunt. A twisted sense of accomplishment runs through him at the sight. He helped leave her gaping and oozing.

"Think we can both fit?" Sasuke asked as he sat up.

Naruto grinned, "Let's find out."

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

reached a brutally underrated Matt Mercer joke in my random relisten today: having a group of enemies address the wizard who has stepped forward to negotiate as loud food

[honest-studies]

Goncharov (1973) International Posters

Translation Credits Serbo-Croatian (Croatian/Bosnian) - Katarina Kačevac Hadžihmetović Serbo-Croatian (Serbian/Montenegrin) - Katarina Kačevac Hadžihmetović Chinese (Traditional) - CMH (@honest-studies) Spanish - Nadia C., Dante S., Cristobal B. French - Anonymous Hindi - Anonymous Russian - Haze German - Prinzessin der Spinnen Portuguese (Brazilian) - Anonymous

Original poster design credits to @beelzeebub, Photoshop editing work by me.

[jesncin]

How do you pronounce Constantine?

Constan-tine (like wine)

Or constan-teen

Constan teenager, the second one! (As I heard in the movies)

If I were to pronounce Constantine's name with the power of my inner Javanese accent, it would be:

CHON-STAHN-TEE-NEH

pak chonstanteeneh sihir bule itu loh yg mabuk terus

[yallemagne]

Me: "Hear me out."

Me: *searching the Victor Creed/Wade Wilson tag on AO3* "Hear me out. Lissen. Just hear me out."

Me: *seeing the results* "ONLY TWENTY-ONE???"

[allgremlinart]

NOOOOOO......

[lurking-latinist]

one thing about reading very old fanfic is that the machine-translated foreign language is much worse

[rachels-rendez-vous]

“When the violin repeats what the piano has just played, it cannot make the same sounds and it can only approximate the same chords. It can, however, make recognizably the same "music," the same air. But it can do so only when it is as faithful to the self-logic of the violin as it is to the self-logic of the piano.

Language too is an instrument, and each language has its own logic. I believe that the process of rendering from language to language is better conceived as a "transposition" than as a "Translation," for "translation" implies a series of word-for-word equivalents that do not exist across language boundaries any more than piano sounds exist in the violin.”

john ciardi’s introduction to his translation of dante’s inferno <3

[hakugreenfinch]

Iggy the Stray Dog - ch1

Author: Otsuichi

Original concept: Araki Hirohiko

Originally published: JOJO Magazine 2022 Spring

*** This is a fan translation made purely for entertainment. Please do not repost/reuse/etc without my permission and credit! ***

The plane lands at John F. Kennedy International Airport. In the air, a haze like light yellow smoke drifts, one could not see anything too far away.

I show my passport to pass immigration inspection at the airport. I collect my check-in baggage and catch a yellow taxi. My destination is the Speedwagon Foundation headquarters, located in Midtown Manhattan. I estimate it would take about thirty minutes from the airport by car.

On the way there, the driver keeps wiping the sand gathering on the car’s windshield. Wait, sand? Taking a closer look, even the back seat window is covered in what looks like light yellow sand. I speculate the hazy sight I saw from the airplane must have been the fault of the sand dancing in the air.

„Does sand usually pass over New York this time of the year?” I ask the driver. It wouldn’t be odd for tiny specs of sand to get caught up in the desert wind and travel tens of thousands of kilometers to faraway countries. The driver throws a glimpse at me from the rearview mirror.

„It’s been like this for half a year now, it happens every now and then. I wonder where on earth it came from... Sir, can I ask where you’re from?”

„From Egypt.”

„Thought so! I was sure based on your clothes. This song called „Walk like an Egyptian” is very popular recently in this country, do you know it?”

„No, I haven’t heard it.”

„Well, it’s everywhere. I’m sure some radio station is playing it this very moment!” The driver turns on the radio as he speaks, and music starts playing. It isn’t the song we just discussed but it is a lively music filled with energy, very much like this country. „Welcome to the United States, Sir! Are you here to sightsee?”

„No. I must do some work at the request of my American friend.”

„Wow, good luck with that!”

The taxi drives up on the highway and before soon I can see a bridge before us. Crossing East River, the Robert F. Kennedy Bridge is lying across from the Wards Islands and finally reaching Manhattan Island. I bet my driver wouldn’t even imagine that I of all people would visit this country to capture a stray dog.

***

According to the Speedwagon Foundation’s reports, it was first observed at a New York corner store. One morning as the owner pulled up the shutters of his store, he found that some of the shelves were vandalized. As he evaluated the damage, it seemed like someone had been inside.

In the dark, he heard a noise resembling chewing.

The owner grabbed a mop that happened to be at hand and stepped closer, ready to attack with the handle. Then, he realized what was hiding in the shadows – a small dog of roughly 30 cm height. It was a Boston Terrier. The middle of its head, its nose and mouth were white as well as around its neck, while its eyes, ears and torso were black. Drool was dripping from the skin hanging over on both sides of its muzzle.

The Boston Terrier stopped chewing and stared straight up at the store owner. It was eating coffee flavoured chewing gum.

The store owner swung the mop at it in an attempt to chase it outside, but the dog clung to his head with an astonishing jump, rampaging as if it was trying to tear his hair out, and finally farted before his face and ran away. The store owner testified that it smelled like rotten eggs. Apparently it is quite common among dog breeds like Boston Terriers to breathe through the mouth and fart a lot but thanks to it doing so in front of the man’s face, its private parts flashed before his eyes and he could tell the dog was a male.

Only one thing remains a mystery about this incident – until the store owner opened the shutters in the morning, it should have been impossible for anyone to enter the store. There was no other entrance and the windows had been closed shut. How did the Boston Terrier get inside then?

Upon closer inspection, the Speedwagon Foundation found that a ceiling tile had come off, that’s where he could supposedly enter. But was that even possible for such a small dog? A dog normally couldn’t even have gotten above the ceiling.

Since then, multiple incidents have taken place in various areas of Manhattan of a stray dog stealing chewing gum. One time it was a newspaper stand in the office district, another time it was a store in the harbour from where the Statue of Liberty could be seen where the candy shelves were raided and robbed completely of coffee flavoured chewing gum. If tourists decided to chew some, a stray dog would jump in from outside of their field of vision and run away with the strip of gum. The culprit was always a Boston Terrier. Even if people ran after him, they never managed to capture him.

Countless complaints have been sent to New York City Hall and as a result, pest control was set to work. There is a number of small private pest exterminators in Manhattan, taking care of rats and bats at the request of citizens, but stray cats and dogs also aren’t unusual for them to take care of. The animals they capture are sent off to shelters and put down.

The city commissioned several of these contractors. The „stray dog hunters” collect information on the Boston Terrier’s sightings and jump in their cars carrying huge nets, just like in “Ghostbusters”. However, not even they succeed.

When they chase him down and attempt to corner him, grains of sand start flying around out of nowhere. The sand clings to the men’s faces and get in their eyes, robbing them of their vision while the Boston Terrier runs somewhere far away. The inexplicable sand phenomenon has been reported in other cases as well.

In the nothern parts of Manhattan, on street corners that tourists should never get anywhere near, a fight broke out between rival mafia gangs. At first, it was just an exchange of insults but it soon escalated into guns being pointed at each other. At the sound of the first gunshot, a nearby restaurant’s windows shattered, but no further shots echoed after that.

As the gangsters tried to pull the triggers of their guns, for some reason they just didn’t move. Upon taking a closer look, they saw that they were completely clogged with sand. Thanks to the sand that got inside the machines, they simply couldn’t move properly or shoot bullets.

Could it have been the work of some natural phenomenon? No, that wasn’t it. A Boston Terrier was spotted not far away, sunbathing as he took his noon nap. The sand clogging the guns was his work. He thought that the noise of gunshots was disturbing his nap and thus, who knows how, he made sure that the gangsters’ guns malfunctioned.

He has some sort of power that allows him to manipulate sand.

The Speedwagon Foundation and I hold the same opinion.

I read through the reports concerning the Boston Terrier in a room of the Foundation’s headquarters. On the outside, it seems to be an old-style stone building, however on the inside it is a modern office building. It appears that my face and name are already familiar here since no security guard stops me at the entrance.

Outside my window, the many buildings of Midtown fill my sight, their silhouettes line up across the scenery obscured by sand as if they were ruins in the desert.

„Does this dog have any friends? Dogs usually gather into packs.”

A staff member of the Speedwagon Foundation answers my question.

„It appears he only moves around by himself. However, several reports state that stray bitches had served him. It looks like other dogs have also noted his oddness. For instance, in front of a certain downtown shop there are big dogs that bark all day but whenever this Boston Terrier passes by, they pull in their ears and tails and hide away. He’s not even one third of their sizes and yet those huge dogs are terrified of him! Some even call him the king of stray dogs.”

I pick up another report. This one is summarizing the tales the „stray dog hunters” told.

One day, a vermin exterminator received a request from the city to capture some wild dogs. It happened when the man had locked the dogs up onto the tray of his truck and took a cigarette break in the driver’s seat. He heard a rustling sound, as if sand had been falling down. Taking a closer look, sand had piled up under his seat. It reached up to the man’s ankle, and no matter how much he struggled, it soon reached up to his waist. He tried to open the door and escape but by then the sand has already reached the height of his shoulders, rendering him unable to move. At last, the driver’s seat had been covered in sand up to his neck.

With a thump, the car began to shake and he saw the dogs that were supposed to be locked up on the tray fleeing the truck, one after the other. He later checked the tray and found that although he had locked it up, the door seemed to be damaged.

Through the car’s windscreen, the man covered in sand caught a glimpse of a Boston Terrier. The dog crossed in front of the car calmly, just as if he was looking down at humans, mocking them.

„Was he looking for friends?”

„He might have simply been acting on a whim. Here is some additional material.”

The Speedwagon Foundation staff member shows me another several pages long document. It seems to be a pedigree paper, a registration certificate with a thread diagram and the owner’s name.

„We have confirmed that he ran away from somewhere. It looks like he belonged to a wealthy man in a kuxurious mansion.”

„How do you know?”

„We asked around about a Boston Terrier that loves coffee flavour chewing gum. It wasn’t easy, though...”

According to this man’s story, the time a wealthy household’s pet dog ran away and disappeared and the time this Boston Terrier was first seen in Manhattan line up. The house’s butler confirmed that without a doubt, this dog had a bizarre obsession with coffee flavoured chewing gum.

„At this house, they used to call him Iggy.”

„Iggy, huh...”

Iggy, the odd dog with the power to manipulate sand.

He must be hiding somewhere around Manhattan even now.

„We, the Speedwagon Foundation also took part in the stray dog hunt to help capture him but it was all in vain. It would be a problem if nobody manages to catch him...”

„He probably wants to avoid falling back into that man’s hands.”

Fear confuses the mind. Just a couple of months ago I met a certain man. That man wasn’t human, he wasn’t something that was supposed to be real, something that was supposed to exist. He showed up and called out to me in an intoxicating, beautiful voice.

With a disgraceful shriek, I ran away.

I haven’t returned to my hometown since then.

I shove a bunch of reports inside my suitcase and stand up.

  I leave the Speedwagon Foundation’s building. Midtown is a prosperous area even on the island of Manhattan. Skyscrapers are towering on each side of the main street, their highest floors disappearing into the clouds. All kinds of people dressed in all sorts of clothes are crowding the streets and a variety of languages can be heard. I even see quite a number of Arabs just like myself.

I stop a taxi passing by and sit in the back. I give my hotel’s name to the driver, apparently it is right around Central Park. It’s a top notch hotel booked by the Speedwagon Foundation. The driver, a fat white man, takes a look at me from the rear-view mirror and, without saying a word, steps on the gas pedal.

The Speedwagon Foundation was established by a man named Robert E. O. Speedwagon. They are dedicated to studying medicine, pharmacology, archeology and ecology among others, working for the sake of people’s livelihood and welfare. The founder, Mr Speedwagon has already passed away but by means of his will, my American friend and his family get to enjoy the Foundation’s support.

After just a while, the taxi arrives before my hotel. The driver stops the taxi’s fare meter and sticks his hand out to me.

„Seventy-five dollars.” An arrogant attitude rings from his voice.

„Seventy-five dollars? There must be a mistake.”

Just now, I took a taxi from the airport to Manhattan but this price was higher than the fare I paid that time.

„No, it’s seventy-five dollars. Look at the meter, it says seventy-five, doesn’t it?”

The white driver points at the price shown by the liquid crystal screen on the instrument panel with a thick finger. It is the meter displaying the fare. Certainly, it says seventy-five dollars. It is probably overcharging to rip off tourists. I’ve heard of a trick that, by modifying the meter, made it show an unfairly high fare.

„I’m afraid your meter is broken. That’s why it is displaying such an odd number.”

The driver taps it as if to test it and clicks his tongue.

„This is the latest model, I just got it recently. There’s no way it’s broken. If you’ve got that, pay those seventy-five dollars.”

„No, I’m certain it is broken. There, take a look at the screen. Isn’t the display a bit odd?”

„...the hell, what’s up with this?” The driver sounds puzzled. The liquid crystal screen is flickering. He starts sweating – the temperature inside the car is rising. It is me, using my powers just a little bit.

A charred smell begins to waft in the air. The meter is burning up from the heat on the inside until nothing shows up on its screen anymore.

„It’s smoking!”

From the gaps of the machine, white smoke is leaking. The driver lets out a scream as he sees it and tears the door open, getting out of the car. I take my bags and step outside as well.

„How on earth...?! It was brand new,” the driver yells, checking the meter inside the car through a window. The heat melted the screen and the surrounding devices look charred as well. I take out some banknotes and offer what I think to be an appropriate amount to him.

„From Midtown to here the fare should be this much. Your meter was broken, that’s why it was showing an odd number.”

„Aah, yeah... I guess that’s what it was.”

Frankly, the driver doesn’t really look like he cares, he is rather disheartened. Even now, he seems to be on the brink of crying. He is a bad person and he deserves no sympathy. Have I not heated the meter up just enough to damage it, he would have scammed other tourists. The Old Testament’s Exodus said so – an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

The driver puts a cigarette in his mouth, he probably needs a smoke to calm down. I hold out my hand in the cigarette’s direction, pinching its end between my thumb and index finger. The man looks up at me, tensing up. I am taller even than most Americans.

„Your job should come first. That’s what they say in my hometown. From now on, live an earnest life!”

Heat arises between my fingers. The end of the cigarette lits up in red, smoke rising up. Making sure it did, I let go of it. The driver stares at the light, dumbfounded.

„Are you a magician?”

He must think that because I lit a fire without a match or a lighter.

„No, I’m a fortune teller.”

Picking up my baggage, I walk away.

The hotel is a building with a feeling of historical importance and dignity. Stepping through the front entrance, I get overwhelmed by a magnificent lobby. Each and every lighting fixture is like a piece of jewelry. At the reception desk, I make arrangements regarding my accomodation. I put down my name and passport number on a form. The receptionist takes a look at it, and calls out my name with a smile.

„Mr. Mohammed Avdol! We’ve been expecting you.”

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Why. If you're going to translate the non-English parts of a video and put the English at the bottom of the screen. Would you then not ALSO choose to include the translated speech in the main English subtitles for the video??

[pollyannaskiosk]

am i a coffee addict? absolutely.

finishing summaries of 2 Korean articles is a goal for today. it’s a homework for our political translation course. writing summaries is time-consuming as you need to comprehend the text in Korean, which is difficult. such kind of articles are full of new words we’re supposed to learn by heart.

so, there’s pattern that works for me:

1. finding new words and their definition

2. translation of the paragraphs, one by one

3. highlighting the main ideas in each paragraph and quotes that can’t be omitted

4. putting all the highlighted parts together, using necessary grammar

boom, you’re cool because you have done the assignment and practiced translating🤝🏻

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Being a language nerd: I can not recommend this website enough, it has so many different keyboards to choose from, if you study languages and you need a keyboard!

It even differentiates between older and newer versions of the same languages!