BEFORE / BEFORE-AFTER-AFTER * 25
25.Traducidas and Translated: TRANSLATIONS OF COLD
From: Madison, USA
Wind chill factor. By way of introduction. You're going to freeze to laughter, were the encouraging words of one of my teachers when he learned he had decided to study at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. I did not believe until it happened. In my first winter here not only froze me laugh, but the hair, lungs, and finally tears. And do not exaggerate. Thanks to this was that in those first seven months, "yes, that winter begins in late October and lasts until early May to find a reality which did not have any reference. The definition of cold changed every day, even hourly. I discovered in the streets thinking that I felt was, now the real cold, but next day when the thermometer was down a little more, tell me again the same. Snatching substantive climate left many days without a name. I started using English words for which still can not find an acceptable equivalent. A good example is more like an icicle that term pool and not a piece of ice hanging from the doors and windows. Another, my favorite is wind chill factor. The translation, apparent temperature or wind chill, does not define anything like something that could be explained as stupid killer wind that freezes up the whites of the eyes. Without the necessary words, how to name what hurts in places I had not felt before. To me the cold leaves me speechless, literally and metaphorically.
I'm not the only one with this problem. The winter experience of living in this city can be exciting, overwhelming, different, beautiful, but above all very personal. So we decided to present this project. Ten women (and a cultural attache), from different parts of the world, we've played with words to translate our experience of the cold. They come in different sizes and shapes, because we wanted to present as many views that we could. However, it is difficult to explain with words what can only be experienced in situ. So, if you still read the texts fail to understand our translations, I will give the same advice I give to him who asks me to describe my life in Madison. Go to the kitchen, opened the freezer and spoon the head. The cold sit there, by comparison, is for us a nice, warm day in January. Giannina Reyes Giardiello
Mexico
Before
After
Kaffeewetter
Das Wetter hier ist einfach nur in Wisconsin verrückt. Im Sommer ist es so heiß, dass vorstellbar is schwer ist, dass auch hier is kalt werden kann. Aber dann kommt der Winter und is gets cold. Really cold. And if you believe then that it might be impossible even colder, it is also windy. Just like yesterday ... .
I just had to buy some food. Everyday errands that are in the summer a snack, in winter more of a problem requires dar. The shopping Always a half-hour battle with my inner bitch who tries to partout to leave the warm house. Somehow I can understand him so well, my inner fears. Clearly he is afraid lurk in particular, what happens in the winter outside my four walls, for outside next to the cold even greater dangers. From the gutter directly above my Front door is not a romantic mistletoe as we know it from American movies, but a meter-long icicles. Let him .... hmmmm us ... Journal called death. Although I have no idea how many people are killed annually in the United States of icicles, but I have firmly decided that I will not belong to these people. Therefore I use in the winter months rather than my back door the front door.
If we can do it in spite of the inner pig dog and the death peg to the outside, you feel the cold first thing in the nose. After 2-3 steps she starts to tickle. One wonders whether one should maybe blow your nose, because it was a booger could be. {Da, I can hardly believe it, but now I have it actually written in full public view: boogers.} But then you realize: No, it's not a booger {Da! Again!}, But it's the nose hairs that are flash-frozen by contact of your own breath with the cold air. Blowing your nose would now be a very big mistake. More liquid, which reaches the cold air - you can you visualize the intended consequences, even without that I write the word booger again. {Oh, shit! Now I've got it done yet.}
Thus I struggled so with my dog \u200b\u200bin tow, and frozen pork nose hairs on through the cold in the direction of the supermarket. It was always windy and soon my nose so frozen that I had to breathe through the mouth. I thought I was dying. Middle of the street on the way to the supermarket. Froze to death! That was not all part of the plan. My plan included an academic career and, if I'm honest with myself and the world, including a large, handsome, dark-haired American. Instead, they would soon be read in the newspaper:
German student without a dark-haired friend dies or publications in view of the way to the supermarket.
The cause of death was not clear, but during the autopsy of the young woman was an unusually high number of popeln discovered in the nose ...
Well to me to be brief: I have actually not even the 15-minute walk from my apartment to the supermarket, but had to stop off in a typical American café. Bad luck too! And just in the cafe, where there is still the new Cinnamon coffee, which I've always wanted to try. Normally, I admit not spend money on these overpriced coffee fashion, but eventually it would have been very rude to sit at the café without something to order. So I was practically forced to drink a delicious latte.
What can we say this: It has already not easy in the winter here in Wisconsin!
Nicola Schmerbeck
Alemania
: Before Madison in the winter cold makes me want to become a turtle - and then head up and feet were reduced rolling out.
El frío de Madison es tanto que me gustaría convertirme en tortuga, esconder mis brazos, mi cabeza y después hacerme bolita.
Tianlin Wang
China
After 
: Before 매디슨 의 겨울 은 욕으로 시작 해서 욕으로 끝난다.
Winter in Madison begins and ends with a single word: crap.
Kee-Jin Choi Korea
After
: Before
The white
Blanco. Everything is very white here. Too white for my taste Caribbean. My great-grandmother would not have disappointed, of course: "There to advance the race, my girl "!... But what she never imagined it could give both white phobia cause dizziness, remove yourself the floor under your feet and make you feel like you're falling into an abyss of those dreams that are devastating.
The first time I thought it was facing a looming blank page, incommensurable and often consuming as all blank pages for those who want to pour some ink on them. Was out and realize that space was a large sheet of paper and some ink that would have been I could not ever sign with meaning. If anything as unreadable spot: a blur of sloppy, disjointed script of one who knows that does not belong to a place.
case ... It was November and the clock showed any period between six and eight o'clock. Late, as usual, jumped out of bed and ran to get on track no matter where. I did not draw the curtains and look outside. Rushed on, almost dreamily still cursing me because I would go again the bus and be late to my class, crowded spot that does not know (or understand) of arrears. I opened the door ...
White
white hand that erases the world total vacuum. The green of the pines was a milky silhouette that stretched over another eerie clarity: a street, road, a hill, dyed in a blinding whiteness. The cars that still slept buried in mountains disappeared over white. The cloud cover was merely reflect the big blur that was the floor. Not a soul wandering through this sea supremacist, I expected my feet just to swallow. Walking would have been to leave my mark, write and sign up ... but also sink into nothingness, to erase or blur step advancing elsewhere minutes after traces superimposed on the mine. Babel or nothing.
all happened in a split second ... I opened the door. And then came the fear. And the cold of the soul. And vertigo. My feet, torn, they were unable to generate movement. My being, in that no place of experience, he refused to write with ink on that big white spot, desecration.
di not a single step.
was the first time I saw snow.
Saylín Alvarez Oquendo
Cuba After 
: Before Cold
You insist on waking, as if I knew, as if every morning get used to tickle me fluffy in the toes, as if you always see that in dreams, at the precise moment when I come face to face with death as if you find a night that left corner in which to rest my secrets, as if you knew that although he wishes to hide, you breathe. Insist on waking up, yeah, like you are what they always deny it, as if they did not wish to dress up every night heat. Loyola Marilén
Cubanarriqueñamericana
After
: Before
Šaltis
Drebulys nuo Salci sukausto gelenčiais skausmais nugarą hand, Kuri LYG mėšlungis įkalina raumenis jos . Galai Pirštų maudžia iron
burned.
shaking.
certain places especially sensitive, the most susceptible.
Somewhere in the middle of the neck.
bearing. Deprivation
warming textiles pastirusi
bristly, my skin gets rocky texture.
Patuoluose susiriečiu
With viltim, kak one way or another body the body will not,
In warm.
only an illusion. Water and
morning. And again
stones. They face a long time to mature, while cold
hides spaces tarpuvėtiese, including stones and anything else.
unstoppable tremor anger Aiman \u200b\u200braukšlės go. Neva
garsai šildytų. Kitur
irgi tampsu.
Cold
The cold shiver my back cove
In scorching pain that like shin muscles chains.
points of the fingers are burning in pain
Metallic.
tremble.
Certain places, the most vulnerable, are rendered more easily.
an undetermined point in the neck.
bed.
No warm blankets, stiff
of goose bumps, my skin gets pieDRoSa texture. The blankets
twist me
With hopes that one way or another body does not betray the body,
Let me warm.
only an illusion.
Water and tomorrow.
stones again. Its surface tear still for long, cold
While there are spaces, between spaces, between the stones and more.
A constant shaking and crying anger wrinkles.
As if the sound could be heated.
Elsewhere is also dark. Kristina
Puotkalyte-Gurgel
Lithuania
After
: Before
QUESTIONS to tout brasileiro, dwelling no Brasil, qual é um e seus sonhos he will say "Have a Christmas with snow!" And I was not an exception. That snow beautiful, bright white, romantic, which conveys an air of peace, prosperity, beauty, and everything seemed to exist only in countries noble, civilized and polite while we poor Latin Americans, designed to melt under the tropical sun in December without even being able to conceive something as beautiful as snow.
Now ask for a Brazilian, living in a country noble, civilized, Nordic, which is one of his dreams and he will say: "Back for Christmas to warm the land, happy, happy, with rhythm, with dancing to swing , which has tasty food and escape from this cold makes me bitter, depressed, sad ... "And you may ask again:" But was not that you dreamed of having a Christmas with snow? "And he answers simply:" Yeah ...."
Life seems have a very interesting sense of humor, especially in my case. I remember these being a Brazilian, whose biggest dream was to see snow and live in a place where the heat was minimal and could breathe the air noble and civilized than the cold transpires. Today, I look out the window and I'm one of those places: the mountain top is white with snow and frozen, the frozen lake with cold, people frozen in their worlds and isolated by her coldness. And I, with tears of longing, frozen em meu rosto ...
Ask any Brazilian who lives in Brazil, which is one of his dreams and answer: "Have a Christmas with snow!" I was no exception. That snow cute blanquita, romantic conveys an air of peace, prosperity, beauty was all that seemed to exist only in countries noble, civilized and educated, while we poor Latin Americans were meant to melt in the tropical sun December without able to conceive even something as beautiful as snow.
ask a Brazilian now living in a country noble, civilized, Nordic, which is one of your dreams and answer: "Back at Christmas to the land warm, cheerful, happy, rhythm, dancing with hotness, you have a tasty meal and get away from this cold that left me bitter, depressed and sad ..." And you may ask again: "But was not it you who dreamed of having a snowy Christmas?" And he responds: "As it was ..."
Life seems to have a pretty interesting sense of humor, especially in my case . I remember still remember being one of those Brazilian, whose biggest dream was to see the snow and live in a place where the heat was minimal and could thus breathe the air civilized and noble that transmits cold. Today, I look out the window and I'm one of those places: the summit of the mountain is white, frozen and snow, the lake is frozen from the cold, people are frozen in their worlds and isolated by her coldness. And I am, with tears of nostalgia, frozen on my face ... Vanessa Fitzgibbon
Brazil
After
: Before
Januari. Härligt Vad det är riktigt kallt ute. Jag är på Promenad i Skärgården. Vad är det vackert! Torr luft och är klar. Solen och det skiner blanker När ljusstrålarna moter Isen. SnoN Tallarn på andra och of trade glittrar så fint. Utsikten är bedårande. Jag tar in och packa upp liten rast matsäck min. Det är nu som varmchoklad Smak enough! Stunden njuter Jag och av av otrolig fylls Lugn. Vilken underbar natur
skapat Gud har!
January. What glory is nice and cold outside. Skärgården way. It's so beautiful! The air is clear and dry. The sun shines and glows when its rays hit the ice. The snow on the pines and other trees shines calmly. The landscape is charming. I take a short break and my lunch bag. This is the exact moment that the chocolate tastes like glory. I enjoy the moment, I am filled with a unbelievable peace.
How beautiful is nature that God has created! Janine Wenzel
Vienna / Sweden
After
[Translations of Cold]
