Friday, September 15, 2006

...there was a roadblock...

I spent most of the screening of "To get to heaven, First you have to die" (from Tajikistan) deciphering the language and marveling over its similarity to Farsi, with the odd Russian word thrown in. And the completely neat-o fact that the language, while clearly derived from Persian, was written on official building and road signs in the Cyrillic script. Oh the influence of politics and invasion, how you linger...

Isn't there a career or something I can create that will let me do nothing but figure out languages all day? Maybe a spy, or a codebreaker. Could that work?

I love the movie, by the way.