I’m in class all morning but then I got an urgent request for a translation from Ukraine. And you know how it is these days. I have to deliver the translation while there’s still electricity on the other end. Even the best translation will fail if the client is incapable of receiving it because the power was cut off.
Thankfully, the students were writing a test in one of the classes, so I could flit from the classroom to my office and back like a crazy multilingual butterfly. The translation is from English to Ukrainian, while the classes are in Spanish.
My earlier diagnosis of “fuck Russia” feels more relevant than ever.

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