N.B. I am a lot happier at work than I was in the aftermath of the needlestick injury, mainly because a handful of staff members made a point of letting me know they identified with my stress response (well, the parts they picked up on at least….). My procrastination buddy even smacked me on the arm when she heard about it through the office grapevine and exclaimed, “Why didn’t you tell me!!” – a small thing that made me feel much more connected and less alone.
For me, she’s like a human portal to this other, non-Anglophone, threatened-by-a-junta, displaced world with all its adversity and defiant cheerfulness, despite the confronting gap in our respective life experiences, and our likely futures.
If it wasn’t for her I think I would be feeling a lot more Lost In Translation.