the objective: relying solely on the amazing power of comparisons, to realise that my chosen current situation is more comprehensible than i have, quite scathingly, thought lately.
the procedure: find a place whose language is more unfamiliar than the one with which i daily wrestle to the death.
the evaluation:
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Song o šetanju kroz Pariz [Song about walking around Paris]
Kad čoveka zgrabi neka kriza
on bi odmah skokno do Pariza.
Pariz nije ni šuma ni reka
Toje jedna varoš podaleka.
Kuće lepe a prolazi uski
Čak i deca govore francuski.
Možeš gledat tri četiri sata
Kao tele u šarena vrata.
Gledajući i šetuckajući
Stalno misliš kada li ću kući.
Kada li ću u Jugoslaviju
U zavičaj u svoju avliju.
Ponekad je lepše da se šeta
Oko kuće nego oko sveta.
[When a crisis grabs someone,
he would jump to Paris.
Paris is neither forest nor river,
just a city far away.
Houses are nice, passageways narrow,
and even the children speak French.
You can watch for three or four hours,
like a calf in a colourful door [ie. with wide eyes].
Watching and walking,
always thinking about when you will be home.
When you'll be in Jugoslavia,
your homeland and your own yard.
Sometimes it's better to take a walk
around your house than around the world.]
—Ljubivoje Ršumović [awful translation, my own]
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that is to say: i had returned home.
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