Fun times

As much as I like to think our job is exclusive, fancy and glamorous, it is not. There is no glory for us, goldfish separated by the VIPs by a glass wall. There is never a moment to shine, because well, if there is, it means we have made a monumental mistake. A good interpreter is an invisible one, argue some. But the one thing we share with 007s is the fact that we cannot reveal what goes on behind closed doors, what is said during our meetings, or what we read in the documents we are given to prepare … Continue reading Fun times

When you just know… this was your husband’s console

When I was little I dreamed of becoming an interpreter. And not just any interpreter: I wanted to grow up and be a Conference-Interpreter-Who-Works-For-The-Parliament. One might argue that that is ordinary, as I wanted to be just like my mum. The only thing that sets me apart is that… well, I never changed my mind. Twenty years after I made that resolution I became what I dreamed of becoming. But growing up I never expected that I would get married at 27 years of age get married to a fellow Italian and – God forbid! – a colleague! And yet, … Continue reading When you just know… this was your husband’s console