In a traffic jam, a little fortune-telling girl with unusual hands came up to me… When I saw the same hands on her father, I realized: that was exactly what would make the perfect birthday present for my husband!
I forgot my husband’s milestone birthday. Completely, absolutely, irrevocably wiped the date from my mind. The blame lay with a mad, knock-you-off-your-feet work rhythm: an Indian delegation, crucial negotiations, endless interpreting from English into Russian and back again, twelve, sometimes fourteen hours a day. When you work as a high-level simultaneous interpreter, your brain slowly […]
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