A nice man came to me and asked me how he could contribute to projects I am involved in. As he is an aussie indian, i asked him to go wild and translate the last book I wrote for kids (goat cheese and lilou) into his native languages. He seemed thrilled with the idea. We could print his translations for the indian community.  Hubby told me to not hold my breath as it requires quite a bit of work on his part. but truly that is a dream come true to get people to translate my work for their community. we could print 20 copies with his name he wants to use as translator. And give him the copies to distribute for free to his families etc. That would be a lot of fun and maybe I aint dying anytime soon in the end....he he he....They are so very nice these indian dudes. He is as smooth and nice pleasant as my good friend Sharhoo was in Toronto. Thank you lord for educated western indian men- I love their cultural upbringing mix. In truth, I was scared of undecated indian men in the countryside of india. But the indian men young i met here, two became good friends. Sharhoo was much much loved by me- he married a white french canadian. I befriended him before I met her. His rotweiler Elsa was passionately in love with my lab apollo. I have wonderful memories of Sharhoo....Thank you god for the indian men neighbours so kind.