Carrying On
A few years back, when I was working in the Israeli Television as a subtitles translator, one of my colleagues was called Zecharia. He was the Yiddish and Russian translator. Most of us were students, in our twenties; he was much older, and would treat work much more seriously, always showing up with a suit and tie. He had a grey moustache, golden teeth and a certain kind of an outdated central European chick.He would always ask me: how are you?
I would say fine, and what about you Zecharia?
And he would pause for a moment, then look up, raise his head (you could tell that he cherished those moments) and say ceremoniously, emphasising the words:
We are carrying on.
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