Some days are duller than others. Yet sometimes a small detail can make it much brighter.
It was raining outside and I was working on transferring a short story from an old note book onto my computer when out of the blue, I decided to check what the Google translator would make of it. So I translated it in French and requested the English version.
Here is my original:
The Tantrum
‘Will you PLEASE climb up the tree?’ my mother asked.
‘No. I don’t want to!’ I replied crossing my arms on my chest.
‘It doesn’t make sense. It is dangerous out there. Get on with it!’ she insisted.
I hesitated. She had a point. Day or night, it was much safer on the high branches. Still, out of principle, I would not back down.
‘I don’t want to. I want to stay here,’ I was not even sure why I had picked this moment to be rebellious, aside from my overwhelming feeling of aversion to obey, obey and always obey.
‘Stop being annoying and come up with me,’ Mother was both frustrated and frightened, it showed in her voice. ‘This is ridiculous. Why are teenage monkeys always so stupid and stubborn!’
By Virginie Bonfils-Bedos
Here is the translation of my French version by the Google Translator. It proves that human beings are still better at communication across languages than algorithm. It made me smile though, and I hope you too.
The Tantrum (mistranslated)
‘Will you PLEASE IF YOU climb up the tree?’ my mother asked.
‘No. I will not!’ I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
‘It does not make sense. It’s dangerous in there. Move!’ She insisted.
I hesitated. She just said. Day and night, the high branches were much safer. But in principle, I not retreat.
‘I do not want to. I want to stay here,’ I do not even know why I had chosen this moment to be rebellious, outside of my immense feeling of aversion to obey, obey and always obey.
‘Stop being annoying and come with me,’ Mom was both frustrated and frightened, it showed in his voice. ‘It’s ridiculous. Why are monkeys still teenage as stupid and stubborn!’
By Virginie Bonfils-Bedos & Google Translator