Maysilee never had the happiest recollection from her youth, but from falling hopelessly in love with a Danish boy to gathering the pieces of her crushed heart and moving on with the son this love left her, everything was still painfully clear in he...
Hi, dear reader. I would like to apologize for the disappearance, but I had a big surgery last week on the femur and I had to spend a couple of days in the hospital. I'm back at home, but sometimes the pain will keep me from writing. Nevertheless, I'll have a lot more free time to write and obsess over Mads Mikkelsen, cause I can't leave my bed. So I have my pros and cons with this :)
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Present.
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"Maysilee, your cellphone is ringing!" Julia tells me sticking her head out the door of the dressing room.
I'm leaning on the corridor wall with Judith. "Is there a name on the display?"
"Weaston Grand," she reads.
"Whoa, now that's a name a want to have in my contacts list!" Plays Judith as I rush towards Julia.
"You should've said it sooner!" I grab the phone out of her hands and pick up the call. "Weas?"
They're laughing at me, I smile in response. It was amazing to be able to call amazing writers as them on a first-name basis. Julia Frank and Judith Hermann, long-run friends of mine.
"At last! Hi, my dear." His voice is high pitched as he greets me.
"Sorry, I was in the middle of something, but go on."
"What is it?"
"I'm at Humbolt University. I'm about to attend a round table about the current German literary movement with a bunch of other novelists and writers, for the literature and linguistics students. Lots of women around."
"Sounds important, you sure I'm not interrupting anything?"
"No, the lecture hasn't started yet, I was just talking."
"Sorry to call at this moment, but you know our calls always end up in something good."
"Yeah, your name causes reverberation wherever I pronounce it," I say with a smile, the two ladies still observing me with anticipation.
"I hope it's for good reasons."
"It always is."
Weaston Grand, a short name, but a powerful one in the movie scene. Ever since the 90s, he has been one of the biggest directors in the industry, growing from low budget movies in dirty corners of London to millions of dollars worth blockbusters. Oscar wins, Golden Palms, Golden Globes. He is somebody.
And no sane person would make a connection between us - a german writer with some international recognition and a global famous award winner English director -, but the way people meet and connect is funny and unpredictable.
He was in need of someone who understood well Russian literature for a fictional story about a Russian writer at the brink of Second world war. And through an endless web of connections, my name ended on his table. I didn't only translate the parts that needed to, but also helped him with historical accuracy.
