With the support of the group, I have updated my LinkedIn profile. Amongst other things I claim to be doing for a living (when in fact I am still not earning at all, but surviving on dwindling savings) is translating copy from German, after my epiphany on a recent trip to Hannover when I realised or remembered that I have the ability. Continue reading Dress for the Job You Want
I’m away from home without my children. I’m speaking German. I’m the only one with no previous association with the group: they all know at least some of the others and I feel ‘fremd’. The experience of the Technique is unsettlingly different to my own training (if more to my liking), and I am sharing a bedroom with someone I’ve never met before.
Arrived in Germany with time to spare, I left my case in the Hauptbahnhof and went for a wander. Hannover is not Germany’s loveliest city, but I liked it. Continue reading Landing Safely
Travelling on my own – seeing people like I used to be: stressed.
When I missed the train into town from the airport by less than a second and it, with relentless Teutonic efficiency, closed on my nose and drew away on the dot, I didn’t tell myself I was stupid for being slow, or that it was unfair. I found somewhere to sit in that featureless underground station and I read my book (Arnold Bennett’s Old Wives’ Tale, if you’re interested, and I’m loving it). A family next to me also missed the train. The parents spoke with strained voices, blaming one another. That used to be me. Horrible. Continue reading Footloose And Fancy Free