I am living in the United States of America right now. I am living in the American systems of signs right now, in between the American language and the American cultural history that, however, hasn't shaped my interpretation of the world around me. And neither has the history of my explanations and connotations shaped the Americans' understanding of the same objects. The air stood still, was brightly lit, everything warm and everything quiet, so peaceful, but without any sound. Culture is the organization of the world.
Culture shapes language.
Culture shapes the perception of the people that live within it. Die Welt hatte innegehalten, nur ihre Sonne strahlte weiter, ihre Graeser funkelten, ihre Blumen bluehten. The world had paused, only its sun continued shining, its grasses twinkled, its flowers blossomed. Amongst the inability to understand what Americans were implying or referring to in a conversation and my being misunderstood in return as well, I asked myself if there ever can be a translation of anything at all. And then, of course, the 'rewording' in another type of code altogether, as from prose to film script to movie.