Lost in Translation: How We’re Slowly Erasing Ourselves
Sometimes, you don’t realise where you’ve picked up a lesson. A simple phrase that might seem insignificant to someone else can completely shift your perspective. It happens in an instant. You can’t quite explain it, but something inside you changes. And the funny thing? The person who said those words often has no idea of their impact. This reminds me of an experience that changed how I see language and identity. The person whose words struck me wasn’t a philosopher or a historical figure. He was just another diver on the boat, waiting, like me, to reach the next dive site. It was a bright, cloudless day, and the sea was restless. Huge swells tossed us and our bags onto the wet floor repeatedly. We clung to our seats, raising our voices above the roar of the waves. Among us was Anthony, a sixty-something Irishman who had explored nearly every dive site in the world purely for the love of it. The second was Narayan, an Italian Jew in his late t...