This is a cross-posting from a digital travel magazine I used to edit: Travelati. I’m sharing this today in honor of my friend Flora – who is key to this story – who died a year and a half ago of breast cancer. This October she would have turned 47 and I think of her every day.
“Booger!” my colleague Flora exclaimed with a wide grin.
Standing in the oversized, ornate hotel conference room – a resplendent remnant of Russian influence decades prior – I had just said that I’d thought our meeting had gone well and quietly turned to verify her response.
When “Booger!” came out yet again, I widened my eyes, covered my nose and sheepishly asked,
“Booger! Booger! It was being perfect!” she replied.
I hear phonetically and when someone shouts “booger” at my Anglophone ears, I become very self-conscious.
Eventually it was explained that what sounded like “booger,” is actually “bukur” in Albanian and it translates roughly to “beautiful.” I was relieved so I smiled, dropped my hand and accepted this strange sounding compliment with gratitude.
Click this link to continue reading: http://travelati.com/stories/martina/booger-the-hidden-beauty-of-my-double-life-in-albania/