Question

Cine imi traduce si mie textu asta?
I have not yet travelled on a bus in India that has not been packed to bursting point, with people inside and luggage on top ; and they are always so old that they shakes up every bone in the human body. if the buses are always the same, so is the landscape through which they travel. Once a town is left behind, there is nothing till the next one except flat land, broiling sky, distances and dust. Especially dust: the sides of the bus are open with only bars across them so that the hot winds blow in freely, bearing desert sand to choke up ears and nostrils and to set one's teeth on edge with grit.

Answer 1

Inca nu am calatorit cu un tren in India care sa nu fie plin pana pocneste, cu oameni inauntru si bagajele pe sus; si ele sunt asa de vechi incat iti scutura toate oasele din corpul uman. Daca autobuzele sunt intotdeauna la fel, asa e si privelistea prin care ele calatoresc. Odata ce orasul este parasit, nu este nimic pana la urmatorul inafara de pamant plat, cer fierbinte, distanta si praf. In special praf: laturile autobuzulu erau deschise si doar cu niste bari peste ele ca adierile fierbinti sufla libere, purtand nisip desertic ce ineaca urechile si narile si care pune dintii unuia la margine cu pietris.(cred)