Translations (The Witcher)

I’m reading the Witcher, written by Andrzej Sapkowski. It’s good, the one thing that bugs me is, is am I actually reading the words of the author, or that of the translator’s Danusia Stok, after a curiosity forming, of wether or not she was polish born, I found myself on a page that says she was born and raised in England.

Are there words in Poland that don’t exist in the English lexicon, (short answer is yes there are phrases that lack sense to the American). And with that is this the same story that was written. My best guess would be a yes, stories were transferred through history verbally with minor tweaks to the understanding so this is probably no different, my only hope is that authorial Intent is still soundly intact.

FORTNITE

It’s back in full swing new season new items new down time??? It is interesting how a game so silly can be so big. How much bigger can it get what does it mean for the future what do you think?

Birds of passage

In the effort to fly the little. Bird flys from pillar to pillar trying to complete his journey, only thing is he eventually gets lost and makes a nest. He hides his home up above and raises a family. Perhaps the next generation can make it through the passage.

Birds of passage

In the effort to fly the little. Bird flys from pillar to pillar trying to complete his journey, only thing is he eventually gets lost and makes a nest. He hides his home up above and raises a family. Perhaps the next generation can make it through the passage.

Scare of the minute.

It was something so short lasted. The word count that I had worked meticulously to accumulate, gone and halved. The evidence of the disappearance very minimal, this is it, time for the factory reset, a purge to get fresh. But in reality everything is fine.

Margarita on the beach

I understand that, the salt on the glass the sweet concoction mixed on the inside. Hearing the waves crash and staring at the sunset… a perfect goal in mind for the future. Sooner rather than later.

Memories

In a sense we are made by memories and we make them. We think back to recreate the good, 21 years into life and there is still much to create and recreate.

Memories

In a sense we are made by memories and we make them. We think back to recreate the good, 21 years into life and there is still much to create and recreate.

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