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15.11.01: Le Rugby, rue Roquépine / boulevard Malherbes I had finally accumulated enough translation work from the Joint to make it a legitimate (and mildly lucrative) side project. Their office was in a very swank building in a very swank area, just a few doors down from one of the lesser roundabouts on the Champs Elysées. Sometimes it didn't seem to be more than a small Judeo-Argentinia social club, although the occasional French or American person did stop by; everyone was super-friendly to me, in any case. I had gone over to get some Bible and Talmud software installed so as to have an "authorized" transaltion for those clunky Spanish renderings of scriptural quotations. I never managed to hang out outside the office context with either of my two main contacts there, Judith and Pablo, whether or not they in fact would have liked to, so the best I could do was to use the ride home to hit a café I might otherwise never get to. This one was actually a bit of a hoot: all sorts of rubgy team photos and paraphanelia on the walls, and the seven o'clock crowd of office co-workers getting a little rowdy at the end of the day.
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