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  • Essay / Lost In Translation by Eva Hoffman - 1245

    Eva Hoffman's memoir, Lost in Translation, is a timeline of events from her life in Krakow, Poland – Paradise – until her immigration to Vancouver, Canada – Exile – and in his university and literary life – Le Nouveau Monde. Eva divides her journey into three sections and gives her personal observations about assimilating into a new world. The story is based on memory – Eva Hoffman gives us her first-hand perspective through flashbacks with an introspective analysis of her life “lost in translation”. It is his memory that permeates his writings and especially his experiences. As a reader, we are presented with many examples of Eva's memory as they appear through her interactions. All of these interactions evoke memory, ultimately through the quest to find a reality equal to that of his life in Poland. The comparison of Eva's exile can never measure up to her paradise and therefore her memories of her past can never be replaced but only supplemented. Eva begins the memoir in the middle of the action on the boat to Canada. We become instantly aware of the situation and before we are presented with memories of the house she is leaving, she establishes the idea of ​​memory. After hearing the Polish anthem after her departure, Eva comments: “I am suffering from my first and severe attack of nostalgia or tesknota – a word that adds tones of sadness and longing to nostalgia” (4). The sound of the Polish anthem instantly reminds her that she is leaving her whole life behind. "I am filled to the brim with what I am about to lose: images of Krakow, which I love as one loves a person, of the sunny villages where we had spent summer holidays, of the hours that I "I spent thinking through passages of music with my piano teacher, conversations and escapades with friends" (4). Futures Eva would later comment: “How absurd our childish attachments are, how small and meaningless why did this particular willow awaken in me a feeling of beauty almost too acute for pleasure, why did I want to throw myself away. on the grassy hill with a surge of joy that seemed overwhelming, oceanic, absolute.?