Translating and writing are self-realization for me. Gratefully, I forget everything: the world around me, time and space, hunger, thirst, and cold, my family—who are otherwise very important to me—I'm in the flow and enjoy this feeling immensely, often late into the night! Unfortunately, it's not suitable for everyday life, not compatible with family life. What should I do? Perhaps I'll return to it as a retiree?
– untypically for me a short story
