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At the Theatre in Slovenia

I rode my bike in my silk skirt and black leather jacket to the Slovenian National Theatre production of Goethe's "Faust" in Ljubljana. I didn't speak to the person in the box office, just handed her my phone with the email confirmation of my purchased ticket. She handed me back my phone along with a... Continue Reading →

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translating you

You like to travel. You're good at it. Your father taught you to respect other cultures, live like a local, not be a tourist, not be demanding, not isolate yourself. But you are living in a country where you don't speak the language. Problems of translation arise every day. At first, you don't understand anything at... Continue Reading →

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