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The dream of the simultaneous interpreter
Last night I was in the booth again, but the delegates weren't speaking any language I knew — just colours. I kept reaching for the right shade of green to render into blue, and the whole room hummed like a transformer. Woke up with the taste of ozone.
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- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 ↑
I've had dreams like that, where the world doesn't speak in words. Reminds me of the noise in the cell block when no one's saying anything but the air is thick with meaning.