[...] Cities can break your heart. Or give you peace. A city is a whole universe. They can be ghosts, or dreams. Sometimes I wonder if those two things are the same. [...]

 As translation is a complicated topic, even more complicated matter is when you add other means of communication to it. In this old-ish format of the episode, Magda focuses on what really are the elements of this wonderfully complicated mess of translation! 

[...] But the conclusion I wanted to get to, in the end, is, in the words of my friend Amruta: “knowing two languages doesn’t make you a translator any more than having ten fingers makes you a pianist.”

And yet, as I sat down thinking what I would talk about, if I had to talk about translation, I realized this wasn’t the conclusion at all. [...]

 [...] Today those mountains made me smile appreciating what I have and where I am. While filling my eyes with tears of the things I have lost or never experience again. Have I lost the thing that I wanted to have or is this the step into the right direction? [...]

Let’s make this clear from the beginning: when it rains, you really shouldn’t be in a hurry. Especially if you have to drive. And especially if you have to drive an old and bashed and clangoring car. And especially if, being older than the other cars, your car’s body is also heavier than other cars. And even more especially if your car is so old the tires have glued themselves to the wheel, so the last time you could change them was when you bought the car in the first instance. [...]

 The city was like a rainbow. No. Even more so. It was like there is an invisible prism breaking the sunlight into millions of the colours of the world. Standing there in the city centre was like standing in the painting from the impressionism era.  (...)

[...] June is the color of bees, of wheat fields, of fireflies, of bicycles, of kites, of silence. [...]

[...] Somewhere in the far distance, there was a splash. Another chunk of ice fell down, disrupting the cold arctic water... [...]

[...] Perhaps, when the archaeologists of the future will rummage in the garbage we will have left behind to give some sign of what it was to live the way we lived, what they’ll find is that we were just too overwhelmed to do or know or feel anything. Too lost to understand, or even just to listen. [...]