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14 December 2012

Translator means Investigator, too

If you think, I told you everything about the strangeness of translators' job, you are on the wrong way. The requests a translator living in a foreign country receives from time to time, would perplex anybody. So, about two weeks ago, an unknown man called me by cell and asked me to help him to find a missing person.

The young man argued with his girl-friend, she escaped in Italy, and he is worried she will not turn home to him.

We have strange behaviour with the persons we love. We do not respect them, we do not care enough about them. More close is our relation, worse are our conduct. We begin to understand something when the person we love is gone we think that forever.

In the case I write about, the woman probably went in Italy to visit her friends. But since she did not say anything about the voyage to her boyfriend, he thought, her cousins from Ucraina could advice her to remain there as a clandestine.

Source: via Jessica on Pinterest

Now, what was MY role in this story? I had to look for her.
He called me different times a day with every time new instructions and I had to speak with them trying to relax, to calm him for hours.

First, he asked me to call an organization she visited years before to see if she is in the same place.
Than, I had to call the cousin of the woman to send a message because the cousin could know where the woman is (and in fact she did).
Than, he asked me to hire an investigator
but after some hours he changed the idea and asked me to go personally in the town the woman probably is and to visit that just mentioned organization.
No, it was the last I could stand after more than a week.
I had to renounce.
I think, it's unpossible to earn all the money of the world. And prefer to avoid doubtful ventures.
Was I right?
I don't know.
But I like to sleep calm and relaxed without thinking more about this love story

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