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http://twitter.com/Celeathka Sporadic useage, but it pings on my phone so a good way to get a hold of me! I often post WIPs here.
sketches and WIPs + art posted immediately
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Well, my midterms are coming up in my two studio classes, and surprisingly that means I suddenly have a lot of free time, because the only homework I have is my midterm projects. It also means I'll have more to post soon, so that's really all those of ya'll that don't care about the personal crap need to read. :b
I'm also feeling a little more emotionally stable, if only just. The police contacted me for followup on my sexual assault report in what resulted in one of the most confusing and terrifying days of my life... Two officers showed up at my apartment door with the understanding they were picking up someone who spoke good Italian.
My Italian is...good enough for navigating and buying things at the market. I am certainly not conversational. One of the two officers spoke a little english. The other spoke none. Both I, and my housemate that was home, were awoken by this and were very confused.
The officer that spoke some English was able to, with my limited Italian knowledge and his limited English, explain I "needed to make a report" and that they could take me to the station.
I figured out that he meant the followup with a detective (investigatore) after a comment made by his partner that I understood...maybe three words of.
I was taken to the station, and while the detective that spoke with me was almost...aggressively friendly, his english was worse than the patrol officer's, and he was frustrated and confused to learn that I spoke only a little Italian.
As I learned, when my initial report was taken down, they did not write down a translator as being used. This is realllyyyy bad for a number of legal reasons. He asked if I had anyone I could call, and I attempted to explain that I didn't have the number for the woman that translated for me the first time, but that I had the number of her colleague, and she could contact her for me.
He understood me as saying that I had the number for my prior translator, leading to what must have been one of the most confusing calls that poor teacher received that day. Thankfully she figured out what was going on, and called my teacher, and the colleague that had translated for me prior.
After nearly thirty minutes of waiting at the station, and awkward attempts at conversation initiated by the detective, (I do wish the stereotype about all Texans having huge ranches with horses was less widespread...and cowboy six shooter impressions stop being funny after the third time...) they arrived.
The report was taken down again, and it was explained to me that, with police escort, they were hoping I would be willing to go back to where things happened to point out the shop where the assault took place.
This is when we hit a huge snag.
The detective wished to take down the woman translating for me as the official translator for the case. This would mean she could be called in to discuss things in my stead, even after I have left the country.
...this is not ok.
However, as she declined being taken down as the official translator, the police now have to find a translator they can hire on, which means I have to give the entire report all over again at some undetermined point in the future...
Honestly I was shaking already having to give it a second time, and my memory is swiss cheese on what happened by now as it is...
I'm scared.
And while the police are taking me very seriously (which is reassuring) already I've been asked questions making sure I "told him no" and "used force in getting away."
...which seems to imply that being too afraid to act (which I was for a significant amount of time,) will be read as compliance.
I'm scared now, if there IS video footage they can pull, that it will be read that way. I was friendly with the seller at first, even laughing at his jokes before he started to advance more forcefully on me, because he WAS being genuinely friendly at first, and I WAS actually looking to potentially buy something there.
Hghhh
And on top of that I managed to get sick during my trip to Urbino, so now I'm fighting off a sinus infection and have no real energy. ._. Still, at least I'm mentally better than I was, and I'm getting things done again.
I'm also feeling a little more emotionally stable, if only just. The police contacted me for followup on my sexual assault report in what resulted in one of the most confusing and terrifying days of my life... Two officers showed up at my apartment door with the understanding they were picking up someone who spoke good Italian.
My Italian is...good enough for navigating and buying things at the market. I am certainly not conversational. One of the two officers spoke a little english. The other spoke none. Both I, and my housemate that was home, were awoken by this and were very confused.
The officer that spoke some English was able to, with my limited Italian knowledge and his limited English, explain I "needed to make a report" and that they could take me to the station.
I figured out that he meant the followup with a detective (investigatore) after a comment made by his partner that I understood...maybe three words of.
I was taken to the station, and while the detective that spoke with me was almost...aggressively friendly, his english was worse than the patrol officer's, and he was frustrated and confused to learn that I spoke only a little Italian.
As I learned, when my initial report was taken down, they did not write down a translator as being used. This is realllyyyy bad for a number of legal reasons. He asked if I had anyone I could call, and I attempted to explain that I didn't have the number for the woman that translated for me the first time, but that I had the number of her colleague, and she could contact her for me.
He understood me as saying that I had the number for my prior translator, leading to what must have been one of the most confusing calls that poor teacher received that day. Thankfully she figured out what was going on, and called my teacher, and the colleague that had translated for me prior.
After nearly thirty minutes of waiting at the station, and awkward attempts at conversation initiated by the detective, (I do wish the stereotype about all Texans having huge ranches with horses was less widespread...and cowboy six shooter impressions stop being funny after the third time...) they arrived.
The report was taken down again, and it was explained to me that, with police escort, they were hoping I would be willing to go back to where things happened to point out the shop where the assault took place.
This is when we hit a huge snag.
The detective wished to take down the woman translating for me as the official translator for the case. This would mean she could be called in to discuss things in my stead, even after I have left the country.
...this is not ok.
However, as she declined being taken down as the official translator, the police now have to find a translator they can hire on, which means I have to give the entire report all over again at some undetermined point in the future...
Honestly I was shaking already having to give it a second time, and my memory is swiss cheese on what happened by now as it is...
I'm scared.
And while the police are taking me very seriously (which is reassuring) already I've been asked questions making sure I "told him no" and "used force in getting away."
...which seems to imply that being too afraid to act (which I was for a significant amount of time,) will be read as compliance.
I'm scared now, if there IS video footage they can pull, that it will be read that way. I was friendly with the seller at first, even laughing at his jokes before he started to advance more forcefully on me, because he WAS being genuinely friendly at first, and I WAS actually looking to potentially buy something there.
Hghhh
And on top of that I managed to get sick during my trip to Urbino, so now I'm fighting off a sinus infection and have no real energy. ._. Still, at least I'm mentally better than I was, and I'm getting things done again.
Stereotypes are just tiresome in general.