Honesty, Honestly
“She is a fatty,” remarked Dolly, pointing to a very not-fat friend [name withheld] in one of my photos on my computer.
“He says you’re getting fatty,” remarked Dolly, translating the words in Bangla that Shorip said to me, while motioning towards my body.
“I don’t like tea very much,” remarked Mr Hossein after I presented him with a lovely packet of green tea that I bought especially for him in Srimongal.
“I think you’ll find Shahrasti quite dull,” remarked Mr Haq in the car on the way to my new home for the first time.
“Everybody loves me very much,” remarked Raju on the bus one day during a conversation about our work colleagues.
posted by Gillian Kennedy @ 12:21 pm
2 Comments:
I personally like the way that, in actuality, nothing gets lost in translation - I think so much is gained! Beats the hell out of being polite! Maybe. - AB
I bet you the first comment was after they saw that arse shot of me the night we went to Wildfire. For some reason I still cant bring myself to delete that photo...Must be the memories of that great night. xxxxx
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