获奖感言
Acceptance speech
2012年度安徒生奖作家获得者
2012 Hans Christian Andersen Author Award winner
Firstly, I would like to begin by thanking
国际儿童读物联盟的董事们
Ibby’s team of directors
联盟的发起人，婕拉·利普曼女士，为她伟大的贡献
the organization’s founder, Jella Lepman, for her great contribution
今天在这里各代表团的代表们
the representatives of all the delegations here today
阿里甲，IBBY的阿根廷代表
ALIJA, IBBY’s Argentinian representatives
评出本奖项的尊敬的评审团
the Honourable Jury who judged this prize
同时获得此大奖的获奖者，Peter Sís
my fellow prize winner, Peter Sís
世界上所有为孩子们带来优秀文学作品的机构，特别是CEDILIJ（“自由石杂志” 阿根廷的出版机构），我的总部，所有拉丁美洲作者、画家以及专家们
all of the institutions in the world who disseminate quality children’s literature, and particularly CEDILIJ, my head office
and all Latin American writers, illustrators and specialists
for their deep belief in their work, the joy they have shared, and the warmth of their company.
I was brought up in a village in the provinces, in a country in a continent which almost entirely shares one language. Despite its overwhelming vastness – we’re talking about the voice of over 450 million people – the literature of this continent occupies a somewhat peripheral place in terms of translation into other languages. However, this Spanish of mine – which gave birth to styles such as the Baroque and Conceptismo – is not one single language but rather a great range of variants developed in Spain and Latin America. These different ways of speaking and writing are hybrids made up of the voice of the original inhabitants and the contribution of Africans, Europeans and Asians. Whether they were enslaved, conquered, accepted or welcomed, they all permeated our ways of speaking and thinking.
The most important phrase in my house was: this generous country took your father in. I am descended from immigrants or, in other words, from the poor and the exiled. For as long as I remember, and no doubt long before, I heard stories about people who arrived in Latin America many years ago: men and women whose humble episodes took on a new relevance as the tale unfolded. I was brought up by a mother who loved telling stories and a father who had left his family behind in Italy and who retold the tale of travelling to Argentina and meeting my mother an infinite number of times. I was brought up on the Argentinian plains in a land of melancholy pragmatists, in a family w