As so often happens when we look at some strange Martian landscape, so similar to our own, we seem to discover yet another face, another Christopher Columbus maybe, looking back at us from those lines scratched into some unknown surface by the all-knowing Cosmic Mother Nature.

Translation work is like that – trying to make sense out of strange stuff – but doing it as a business. Doing it, but doing it on behalf of somebody, doing work that translates back into money. And doing it well. Welcome to a Strange New World.