After my father’s death I have done what I’d sworn I was never going to do and returned to paid translation work. And now I’m thinking, why did I ever leave translation to be a scholar? It’s so much easier for me to translate than to write. Writing is bloody torture.
Every day is Father’s Day if you are close with your Dad. Because you live out what he taught you in everything you do.
One of the important things my father taught me that when you experience a tragedy (which everybody does because that’s life), it’s crucial not to turn other people’s lives into hell because you are suffering. It’s a really important lesson.
He also taught me to yell “speedo!” whenever a yellow car passes by on a road. It brightens up any trip, guaranteed.
Happy Father’s Day!