‘You
bought what?’
‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.’
Aygul’s face was a mixture of bafflement and anger.
‘You went to a Russian book shop and you got the first Harry
Potter book?’
I shrugged. ‘I got the Russian translation.’
I passed Aygul the book. She scanned the first page and then
threw it down with disgust.
‘It’s not even the good translation!’
Frankly, the translation doesn’t matter to me. I just find
that reading a familiar text in another language helps you pick up some useful
vocab. It’s more of a language exercise than simply reading for pleasure. I
started the book last night, but found that I had to circle fifteen
words that I didn’t know, so I went to sleep instead.
When I left for work, I discovered that it’s still just about
warm enough to walk outside without a coat. I decided to enjoy the last of the
sunny weather and walk into work this morning, thinking all the while how
excited I was to start reading Gary Potter (no jokes that’s Harry Potter in
Russian). If I got all my work out the way in a couple of hours, I thought,
then I could spend an hour or so before I left work just reading and circling words…
But the world had other plans. By some freak chance, I
happened to check the BBC website just as the Supreme Court were giving their
verdict on BoJo’s latest larks. I clicked on the live stream as Lady Hale got into
the nitty-gritty of how they reached their conclusion. It’s as if I’d been
teleported back to Britain precisely at one of its most significant historical
moments. It was weird thinking that that familiar room that I was seeing was pretty
much halfway around the world. The verdict was amazing to watch – Lady Hale was
so clear, calm and logical. I thought of all the other people who’d be watching
this in Britain now and in the next few days. The fact that a still of what I was
watching now would almost certainly be on the covers of all the newspapers the
next morning. And I marvelled at her composure. Once the Supreme Court had
ruled, I lost myself in a bottomless pit of articles about the court case and
its implications. Then I realised that I was reading one article for the
third time, and had reached the bottom of my bottomless pit. So I moved on to
articles about UK politics and Brexit, and finally Saudi Arabia.
I didn’t get much work done that day. Or read much Gary
Potter. But in the evening, I was dragged away from the news by the arrival of
three women who were somehow related to or involved with INTERRA. They
bought a cake, and I sat with them and ate cake while they chatted about INTERRA’s
current projects. I realised that another international volunteer is coming
from Slovakia in just a week, which means that I’ve been here for… almost a
month. Ooer.
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