We live in strange times.
Computers do strange things.
Often they seem to know what we want
before we know what we want.
And other times, for reasons we may never fathom, they don't
appear to have a clue.
This morning I was reminded of the behaviour of
blogger-comments and the fact that I and others have
had to click up to ten times, as someone has said.
I was reminded too of the several emails that friends and relatives have sent here that didn't arrive.
But now, my patience is being tried.
Yes, I'm sorry to say it only gets worse.
"You know who's" translation button is now playing up.
This morning I saw a report on the TV news about a courageous and exemplary Italian lady - a senator no less - who was deservedly awarded a high honour in Italy for keeping children informed of the Holocaust.
Liliana Segre's story interested me, and I thought I could use it in connection with my Italian language studies.
I decided would translate some internet paragraphs into English using the famous translation button.
Today, no.
The sulks?
Today nothing moves.
The Italian version won't budge. It is frozen. That's it.
And so I went to Wales. And there I found the gist of the story in yesterday's internet edition of the '
Rhyl Prestatyn and Abergele Journal'.
And I was reminded of my happy childhood in Wales before I was uprooted.
I remembered how a man showed a blue number on his forearm. And how he explained what it was.
Liliana Segre has a number on her arm. She shows her tattooed arm to children in schools.
Hopefully the so-called translation button will soon be shamed into action and provide the service it is supposed to provide.
