Upozornění: Sepsat tohle nebylo jen tak. O některých věcech podvědomě přemýšlím rovnou v angličtině – též protože zárodek následujícího textu se počal tvořit už v LA. Je to dlouhé, a překládat se mi to nechce, nicméně kdo bude o text stát , nechť klidně zanechá komentář a překlad dodám.
Notice: This piece took me quite some time to put together, and even more time spent deciding whether to publish it or not. Ach weel, if you don’t like it, or do not understand, you’ll just skip the next installment, won’t you. No big deal.
Notice: This piece took me quite some time to put together, and even more time spent deciding whether to publish it or not. Ach weel, if you don’t like it, or do not understand, you’ll just skip the next installment, won’t you. No big deal.
I didn’t really place the sticker on the mirror. I just squeezed it in the slit between the glass and the massive wooden frame to perch there until I can find a proper place.(Which means it probably stays there until I move out.)
My godmother calls such events ‘serendipity’, and though the original term probably referred to something slightly different, I don’t mind using it in this sense.
Somehow I trust that any thing that keeps recurring in my life is in some way indeed “the luck some people have in finding or creating interesting or valuable things by chance.“
© HarperCollins Cobuild Advanced Learner’s Dictionary
The ‘interesting or valuable thing’ is: hugging.
In one of the previous accounts I tried to explain to my Czech friends what I find enchanting about L.A.
It ended up as a list of anything from the smell of boiling whey to the nuances of local accent.
The last line spoke about David Conder’s hugs.
Hereby I, Mgr. Marie Preclíková, admit that I miss them.
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