My first encounter with translation that raised my awareness upon the matter (for otherwise I could simply mention my teenage years when I was listening to various songs in English and tried to comprehend the lyrics) took place after reading Galsworthy's Forsyte Saga in Romanian when I managed to find one of the volumes in English. The title of the first part was "The Indian Summer of a Forsyte". My challenge at the time was to understand what an Indian summer was and it conveyed the nostalgia pervading the book. Later, when listening to Joe Dassin's song... l'ete indien brought to my mind the Indian Summer of a Forsyte as a celebration of loss.
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