30 things I must do daily for 30 days forward. Now, I’m planning what those 30 things are. It’s quite a lot things. Of course it’s exclude basic activities that I almost do daily. Hmm.. so, I’m still thinking. Preparing 30 things to be my habits before I’m getting 30 year old.
Swedish novelist Jonas Hassen Khemiri published an open letter to Sweden’s Minister of Justice asking her to “trade skins” with him because of her views on racial profiling. Asymptote translated the letter into English and is now seeking others to help translate this piece into as many languages as possible. If you’re interested, here is the information on the project:
“THE JHK TRANSLATION PROJECT:
“Jonas’s inspiring message against racial profiling is currently the most tweeted document in Swedish history. It was first commissioned to be published in English in our current issue (http://tinyurl.com/b996ran), and was afterwards the subject of a viral op-ed (http://tinyurl.com/cvodv9n) in the New York Times.
“To get the message out to even more people, we asked Jonas if he would authorize us to get his 2000-word letter re-translated from the English into as many languages as we can find volunteers for. We will also undertake to look for newspapers all around the world to carry his rousing letter. (Important note: If the newspaper pays a fee, the translator can take half of it.) Jonas has agreed.
“We’re now looking for translators to step forward for this project. If you yourself translate or know a translator who might be interested in participating, please email us at firstname.lastname@example.org with the header “JHK TRANSLATION PROJECT.” Translators working with any language (except Swedish, Chinese, German and Finnish) are welcome!”
I’m interested to participate but not sure with my capability in translating. So, anyone from Indonesia? Here’s the project!
“After sex, you curl up like a shrimp, something deep inside you ruined, slammed in a place that sickens at slamming, and slowly you fill up with an overwhelming sadness, an elusive gaping worry. You don’t try to explain it, filled with the knowledge that it’s nothing after all, everything filling up finally and absolutely with death. After the briskness of loving, loving stops. And you roll over with death stretched alongside you like a feather boa, or a snake, light as air, and you … you don’t even ask for anything or try to say something to him because it’s obviously your own damn fault. You haven’t been able to—to what? To open your heart. You open your legs but can’t, or don’t dare anymore, to open your heart.”
—Susan Minot, from “Lust”
Art Credit Sandra Gamarra
Still touching my heart after several times I read it. I think I need to find its full version.