What do Gossip Girl, Bones, Howie Day, Green Day, Medical Romance by Mills & Boon - and Taras Shevchenko have in common?
The tantalizing sound that makes my knees wobble - the sound of English. As I'm flipping through the dictionaries, pages and pilot episodes while converting the article on Shevchenko's relation to the theatre into sth I can revel in, i.e. I'm translating it. As if I woke up to a dream smelling of a fresh brewed coffee on my piled desk (certainly brought up by one of my colleagues, cracked fellow victims to the English language disease). Feeling the sunlight on my skin, listening to the distant hum of traffic, sipping my coffee, I know we collide - and set sparkles all around.
Aerkarri Beyliar, welcome!