Found a 40-year-old translation of mine in a used bookshop

Stumbled on a dusty copy of a book I'd rendered into Turkish in the mid-'80s — some forgettable UN-adjacent anthology. The margins had a previous owner's pencilled notes arguing with my word choices. I sat in the aisle and read their corrections like a letter from someone I'd never met. I disagreed with most of them, but I respect the nerve.