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310/ Oh dear, Ouma
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Message de here4u posté le 01-11-2025 à 16:53:32 (S | E | F)
Hello dears,
Il y avait plusieurs lignes qui avaient disparu... Elles ont été remises. Merci Gerold!
A phone call tore Kristien's night... Apprehensive, she finally talked to her sister Anna...
Translate into French:
A gasp at the other end. ‘How did you know?’
'She was here last night she came on the back of a big bird.'
The memory was startingly vivid. I’d looked at my watch, it was just past one; Michael was
snoring. She’d come with the memories of sunsets and thunderstorms, and dust-devils swirling
on the plains, and of birds, and of silence deeper than earth or water.
Anna’s voice cut across the recollection. ‘Kristien, what are you saying? You mean you dreamt
about Ouma?' 'No, I couldn’t sleep and I saw her, but she wouldn’t talk to me’. Hearing an
unintelligible sound in my ear I sighed. ‘All right, then. Let’s say it was a dream’. Now tell me'
«Something terrible has happened.»
«Is she dead?» I whispered.
«No.» A catch in her voice. 'At least, not yet. She… They burned down the house. Last night.
And now she’s … she keeps quarrelling with the doctors and the nurses. She thinks you’re with
her and she keeps on talking to you.» A choked laugh . «She says she has stories to tell you.»
«For God’s sake get to the point,» I snapped, aware of Michael lending an ironical ear to the
conversation. «Tell me what happened.» I insisted.
«I’m trying to. It was after midnight. Someone threw a bomb or something through her
window. No one knows for sure yet. But they say the place is burnt down, you can imagine,
all that woodwork. Somehow she managed to get to the phone before she collapsed, but even
so- it was hours before they could put out the fire- and now she’s in hospital, in Intensive
Care. She’s in bad shape, Kristien, you know she’s over a hundred. » It was sometime before
she could go on. « Casper says I must hurry up, it costs money.But it’s so awful. There’s
police all over the place, and the farmers are calling up a commando, and Heaven knows what’s
going to happen.»
André BRINK, Imaginings of Sand.
Cet exercice est un
et sa correction sera en ligne le dimanche 16 novembre 2025.
Beaucoup de temps, donc... Courage à vous tous.
Message de here4u posté le 01-11-2025 à 16:53:32 (S | E | F)
Hello dears,
Il y avait plusieurs lignes qui avaient disparu... Elles ont été remises. Merci Gerold! A phone call tore Kristien's night... Apprehensive, she finally talked to her sister Anna...
Translate into French:
A gasp at the other end. ‘How did you know?’
'She was here last night she came on the back of a big bird.'
The memory was startingly vivid. I’d looked at my watch, it was just past one; Michael was
snoring. She’d come with the memories of sunsets and thunderstorms, and dust-devils swirling
on the plains, and of birds, and of silence deeper than earth or water.
Anna’s voice cut across the recollection. ‘Kristien, what are you saying? You mean you dreamt
about Ouma?' 'No, I couldn’t sleep and I saw her, but she wouldn’t talk to me’. Hearing an
unintelligible sound in my ear I sighed. ‘All right, then. Let’s say it was a dream’. Now tell me'
«Something terrible has happened.»
«Is she dead?» I whispered.
«No.» A catch in her voice. 'At least, not yet. She… They burned down the house. Last night.
And now she’s … she keeps quarrelling with the doctors and the nurses. She thinks you’re with
her and she keeps on talking to you.» A choked laugh . «She says she has stories to tell you.»
«For God’s sake get to the point,» I snapped, aware of Michael lending an ironical ear to the
conversation. «Tell me what happened.» I insisted.
«I’m trying to. It was after midnight. Someone threw a bomb or something through her
window. No one knows for sure yet. But they say the place is burnt down, you can imagine,
all that woodwork. Somehow she managed to get to the phone before she collapsed, but even
so- it was hours before they could put out the fire- and now she’s in hospital, in Intensive
Care. She’s in bad shape, Kristien, you know she’s over a hundred. » It was sometime before
she could go on. « Casper says I must hurry up, it costs money.But it’s so awful. There’s
police all over the place, and the farmers are calling up a commando, and Heaven knows what’s
going to happen.»
André BRINK, Imaginings of Sand.
Cet exercice est un
et sa correction sera en ligne le dimanche 16 novembre 2025. Beaucoup de temps, donc... Courage à vous tous.
Réponse : 310/ Oh dear, Ouma de gerold, postée le 02-11-2025 à 08:48:47 (S | E)
Hello!
A gasp at the other end. ‘How did you know?’
'She was here last night she came on the back of a big bird.'
The memory was startingly vivid. I’d looked at my watch, it was just past one; Michael was snoring. She’d come with the memories of sunsets and thunderstorms, and dust-devils swirling on the plains, and of birds, and of silence deeper than earth or water. Anna’s voice cut across the recollection. ‘Kristien, what are you saying? You mean you dreamt
about Ouma?' 'No, I couldn’t sleep and I saw her, but she wouldn’t talk to me’. Hearing an unintelligible sound in my ear I sighed. ‘All right, then. Let’s say it was a dream’. Now tell me'
«Something terrible has happened.»
«Is she dead?» I whispered.
«No.» a catch in her voice. 'At least, not yet. She … They burned down the house. Last night.And now she’s … she keeps quarrelling with the doctors and the nurses. She thinks you’re with her and she keeps on talking to you.» A choked laugh . «She says she has stories to tell you.»
«For God’s sake get to the point,» I snapped, aware of Michael lending an ironical ear to the conversation. «Tell me what happened.» I insisted.
«I’m trying to. It was after midnight. Someone threw a bomb or something through her window. No one knows for sure yet. But they say the place is burnt down, you can imagine,
all that woodwork. Somehow she managed to get to the phone before she collapsed, but even so- it was hours before they could put out the fire- and now she’s in hospital, in Intensive
police all over the place, and the farmers are calling up a commando, and Heaven knows what’s going to happen.»
André BRINK, Imaginings of Sand.
Un souffle à l'autre bout du fil. « Comment le sais-tu ? »
« Elle est venue ici la nuit dernière, sur le dos d'un grand oiseau. » Le souvenir était étonnamment vivant. J'avais regardé ma montre. Il était juste passé une heure. Michael ronflait. Elle était venue avec les souvenirs de couchers de soleil, d'orages, et de tourbillons de poussière qui se se tortillaient sur les plaines et d'oiseaux, et de silence plus profond que la terre ou l'eau.
La voix d'Anna me rappela à la réalité. « Kristien, qu'est-ce que tu racontes ? Tu veux dire que tu as rêvé d'Ouma ? » « Non, je ne pouvais pas dormir et je l'ai vue, mais elle ne voulait pas me parler.»
Entendant un son inintelligible dans l'oreille, je soupirai. « D'accord, disons que j'ai rêvé ! Maintenant dis-moi ! »
« Quelque chose de terrible est arrivé. »
« Elle est morte ? chuchotai-je »
« Non ». Elle fit une pause. « Du moins, pas encore. Ils ont brulé la maison. La nuit dernière. Et maintenant elle ... elle n'arrête pas de se disputer avec les médecins et les infirmières. Elle pense que tu es avec elle et te parle tout le temps ». Un rire étranglé. « Elle dit qu'elle a des histoires à te raconter.»
« Viens-en au fait, pour l'amour de Dieu ! » la brusquai-je, consciente que Michael écoutait la conversation d'une oreille ironique. J'insistai : « Dis-moi ce qui s'est passé ! ».
« C'est ce que j'essaye de faire. Il était passé minuit. Quelqu'un a jeté une bombe ou quelque chose dans la fenêtre. Personne ne sait encore exactement. Ils disent que la maison à brûlé entièrement, imagine, avec tout ce bois ! Je ne sais pas comment, mais elle a réussi à atteindre le téléphone avant de s'effondrer mais, même ainsi*, il leur a fallu des heures pour éteindre le feu et maintenant elle est à l'hôpital, aux soins intensifs.
La police est partout sur les lieux et les fermiers sont en train de former une milice. Le ciel seul sait comment ça va finir ! »
André Brinks, Les imaginations du sable
* Je ne comprends pas vraiment à quoi se réfère ce "even so", ni la ponctuation qui suit.
Il doit manquer quelque chose entre "intensive" et "police".
Réponse : 310/ Oh dear, Ouma de here4u, postée le 02-11-2025 à 10:35:30 (S | E)
Hello dears,
HALLOWEEN
, 
mon ordinateur qui avait besoin d'une révision, et les forces du mal s'étaient joints pourtronquer le transfert de mon texte....
Heureusement, gerold l'a détecté !
et 
. Hope we'll now stay on the right and light side of the FORCE!
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