ÜBERSETZEN ALS KULTURTECHNIK — TRANSLATING AS CULTURAL TECHNIQUE

Wladimir: What are we doing here, is what we need to ask ourselves. We are lucky to know it. Yes, in this monstrous confusion, one thing is clear: we are waiting for Godot to arrive. Estragon: Oh, yes.
Wladimir: Or for the night to arrive. (Pause) We are here, as appointed, that's all that matters. We are no saints, but we are here, as appointed. How many people can say that of themselves?
Estragon: Millions.
Wladimir: You think so?
Estragon: I don't know.
Wladimir: Possibly.
Pozzo: Help!
Wladimir: It's for sure that, under such circumstances, time takes its toll and forces us to fill it with activities, that - how shall I put it - can appear sensible at first glance, to which we, however, have accustomed ourselves. You will tell me, that happens in order to save our minds from decline. Sure. But is our mind not already straying around in the eternal night of unfathomable depths? That's what I wonder at times. Do you follow my thoughts?

Waldimir: what are we doing here, you have to ask yourself. We are lucky, and it`s good that we know it. Yes, in this huge chaos, there is one thing clear: we are waiting for the arrival of Godot.
Estragon: Oh, yes.
Wladimir: Or the night has fallen. Pause. We are here, according to our agreement, there is nothing We are not saint, but we do as we agreed. How many people can … say themselves like this
Estragon: Million.
Wladimir: What do you think?
Estragon: I don’t know.
Wladimir: it is possible.
Pozzo: Help!
Wladimir: whats for sure, under this circumstances, time is long, which drives us to do. let them filled with movement, but those movement—how can I say—at first glance we can be seen as reasonable, but we are already getting used to it. You are going to tell me it is for not letting our wish to come to nothing. Of course. But hasn’t he already been lost in the bottomless endless night? I think about this sometimes. Do you understand me?

Vladimir: What are we doing here, that's the question. We have the chance to know it. Yes, in this tremendous confusion, only one thing is granted: we are waiting for Godot to come.
Estragon: That's true.
Vladimir: Or for nightfall. Interlude. We stand here, that's all. We aren't saints, but we are here. How many people can say that?
Estragon: Masses of people.
Vladimir: Do you think so?
Estragon: I don't know.
Vladimir: It could be.
Pozzo: Help!
Vladimir: What is certain is that time is passing slowly in these conditions, and we are urged to filled it with activities, how to say, that first seem reasonable but to which we are used to. You might tell that it is to keep our reason from sinking. Of course. But is it not already wandering in the eternal night of puzzling depths? That's what I sometimes wonder. Can you follow my thoughts?

W: What do we do here, that’s the question. We are lucky that we know it. Yes, in this immense confusedness one thing is clear: we are waiting for Godot.
E: Right.
W: Or we’re waiting for the night. Break. We are here as we said, nothing is here. We are no saints, but we are here, as we said. How many people can say this about themselves?
E: Millions.
W: Do you think?
E: I don’t know.
W: possibly.
P: Help!
W: It is for sure, that under such circumstances time goes slow and forces us to do things in it, that – how can one put it – look reasonable on a first glance, but that we just got used to do. You are going to say, that this happens to prevent our mind from drowning. Sure. But does it not errate in the endless night of infinite abysses? That’s what I ask myself sometimes. Can you follow me?

Waldimir: What are we doing here, this is the question. We are lucky to know it. Yes, in this enormous confusion one thing is clear: We are waiting for Godot to arrive.
Estragon: Oh yes.
Wladimir: Or until night falls. Pause. We are here as agreed, there is nothing. We are no saints but we are here as agreed. How many people could say that?
Estragon: Millions.
Wladimir: Do you think?
Estragon: I don‘t know.
Wladimir: Possible.
Pozzo: Help!
Wladimir: It is certain that time takes long under these circumstances and brings us to fill it with activities which – how shall one say – could seem reasonable on the first glimpse but to which we are already used to. You will tell me that it happens to keep our mind from going under. Sure. But isn‘t it already straying in the eternal night of unsearchable depths? This is what I wonder sometimes. Are you following my thoughts?

Wladimir: What are we doing here? One has to ask oneself that question. We are lucky enough to know. Yes, in this massive confusion one thing is clear: we are waiting for Godot to arrive.
Estragon: Indeed.
Wladimir: Or that night-time arrives. Pause. We are here as agreed and there’s nothing. We’re no saints but we are here as arranged. How many people can claim that for themselves?
Estragon: Millions
Wladimir: You think so?
Estragon: I don’t know.
Wladimir: Possibly.
Pozzo: Help!
Wladimir: What is certain is that time stretches under such circumstances and that we are driven to fill time with activities which – let me put it this way - seem sensible at first glance, that we have become accustomed to. You will argue that that happens to keep our minds from disaster. Of course. But doesn’t it already wander in the darkness of unfathomable depths? That I ask myself sometimes. Are you following my thoughts?