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Translation, Editing/proofreading, Subtitling
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English to Thai - Rates: 0.02 - 0.03 USD per word / 8 - 10 USD per hour / 3.00 - 5.00 USD per audio/video minute Thai to English - Rates: 0.02 - 0.03 USD per word / 8 - 10 USD per hour / 3.00 - 5.00 USD per audio/video minute Thai - Rates: 0.02 - 0.03 USD per word / 8 - 10 USD per hour / 3.00 - 5.00 USD per audio/video minute English - Rates: 0.02 - 0.03 USD per word / 8 - 10 USD per hour / 3.00 - 5.00 USD per audio/video minute
English to Thai: How did it all begin? General field: Other Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - English How did it all begin? Well, I suppose it would be the day I rescued a newborn baby from a poisonous snake, heard the news of my mother's death and encountered my first ghost. Thinking about it, I could even pinpoint the time. A few minutes before six on a Friday morning and my quiet, orderly life went into meltdown.
Seven minutes to six. I'd run hard. Panting, dripping with sweat, I found my key and pushed open the back door. The moment I did so my young charges started screeching.
Rubbing a towel across the back of my neck I crossed the kitchen, lifted the lid of the incubator and looked down. There were three of them, hardly more than a handful apiece, hungry, grumpy balls of feathery fluff. Barn-owl chicks: two weeks old and orphaned just days after birth when their mother hit a large truck. A local birdwatcher had seen the dead owl and knew where to find the nest. He'd brought the chicks to the wildlife hospital where I'm the resident veterinary surgeon. They'd been close to death, cold and starving.
They'd been starving ever since. I took a tray from the fridge, found a pair of tweezers and dangled a tiny, dead mouse into the incubator. It didn't last long. The chicks were thriving but, worryingly, getting far too used to me. Hand-rearing wild birds is tricky. Without some sort of human intervention, orphaned chicks will die; at the same time, they mustn't become dependent on humans. In a couple more weeks I was hoping to introduce them to avian foster-parents who would teach them the skills they needed to hunt and feed themselves. Until then I had to be careful. It was probably time to move them to an enclosed nesting box and start using a barn-owl-shaped glove puppet at mealtimes.
Three minutes to six. I was heading upstairs for a shower when the phone rang, and I braced myself to be called in to deal with yet another roe deer run over on the A35.
'Miss Benning? Is that Miss Benning, the vet?' A young woman's voice. A very distressed young woman's voice. 'Yes, speaking,' I answered, wondering if I was going to get my shower after all.
'It's Lynsey Huston here. I live just up the road from you. Number 2. There's a snake in my baby's cot. I don't know what to do. I don't know what the hell to do.' Her voice was rising with every word; she seemed verging on hysteria.
'Are you sure?' Silly question, I know, but be fair, a snake in a cot isn't something you see every day.
'Of course I'm sure. I'm looking at it now. What the hell do I do?'
She was too loud.
'Stay quiet and don't make any sudden movements.' I, on the other hand, was moving fast, out of the house, grabbing my car keys as I went, bleeping open the boot, reaching inside. 'Do you think it's bitten her?' I asked. Surprising myself, I remembered that the baby was a girl. I'd seen pink balloons outside the house a few weeks ago.
'I don't know. She looks like she's asleep. Oh God, what if she's not asleep?'
'Is her colour normal? Can you see her breathing?' I grabbed a couple of things from the back of the car and set off up the hill. I could see the Hustons' house, a sweet, whitewashed cottage at the top of the lane. The family was new to the village, had only lived there a few weeks, but I thought I could picture the mother, about my age, tallish, with shoulder-length fair hair. She and I had never spoken before.
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I've been working in the customer service industry for over four years. I've translated documents, letters, invitations, and instructions for use in hotels.
I've also worked in a clinic and translated documents and information related to the treatments available at the beauty clinic.
Keywords: Thai, English, subtitles, hotel, clinic, documents, novel, literature, government
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