It’s a late Thursday afternoon. My friend Anna is sitting in front of me, and I look intently at her face. We’re talking about how things have been lately. She frowns, rolls her eyes and says: “I can’t wait for things to go back to normal!” I nod, politely. I’m thinking about the many times I’ve heard variations of this sentence, coming from many voices, on many occasions, ad nauseam.
I'm often struck by the similar upbringing we had, of uncertainty, but being in well grounded families. I wonder if that is how we both have a special relationship with the unknown
Fascinating observation, Karena! I was chatting with my partner the other day and he is convinced that particular combination is the secret sauce, rather than any of the separate "ingredients" on their own. :)
You are absolutely right, Anna. I was lucky: the country got out or history turned before I was old enough to remember it. But many others don't benefit from such great timing...
I'm often struck by the similar upbringing we had, of uncertainty, but being in well grounded families. I wonder if that is how we both have a special relationship with the unknown
Fascinating observation, Karena! I was chatting with my partner the other day and he is convinced that particular combination is the secret sauce, rather than any of the separate "ingredients" on their own. :)
truth.nice one Lavinia..
+the value of resilience after having lived in authoritarian / communist hell holes cant be underestimated (if one gets out )
You are absolutely right, Anna. I was lucky: the country got out or history turned before I was old enough to remember it. But many others don't benefit from such great timing...