Human nature will not flourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into unaccustomed earth.
– Nathaniel Hawthorne “The Custom-House”
She was excited to be in London, curious to know the land of her birth. Before leaving she had applied for her British passport, a document her parents had not obtained for her when she was born, and when she presented it at Heathrow the immigration officer welcomed her home.
– Jhumpa Lahiri, “Only Goodness” from Unaccustomed Earth
Ireland from above:
The train I perhaps should have caught. Yes, I missed my first train. *sigh*:
Typical German Landscape:
Typical German Supermarket Landscape:
I wondered why I’m so blunt sometimes and then I saw these labels posted onto cigarettes at the grocery store. Rough translation, “Hey YOU – Not only are your killing yourself by smoking, you’re also an ass by taking everyone with you.” How’s that for breaking boundaries of political correctness:
On a bike trip, I shot this view of the outskirts of the town that my family lives in:
If I die before I wake, I’ll be damned if I’m not coming back for this:
And also a helping of this:
Yes, I will drink your shot too:
Parking break required:
My aunt looks out of her kitchen at this:
Sadly, she does not usually get to see this:
But damn, she gets to see this though:
Italian Gelato. Or: How I spent two weeks stuff myself with more ice cream than I usually have in three hot months in the desert:
This is the town I was born in:
I wasn’t born in the streets:
Or in very retro apartments which are probably more per month than I what I make in the same time:
No, I was born on a hospital by this river – the one he drowned the first batch of rats in:
Getting drunk on gooseberry wine in front of my grandmother? Now that I cross off my life To Do list:
Even while drunk, I manage to take some snazzy pictures:
The before-mentioned grandmother, and just for kicks, also my grandfather:
This is the closest “big city”:
It gave me the opportunity for me to order alcoholic shakes before noon and without them asking for my ID:
Yeeeeaaaaaah! Part 2:
You just don’t find this sort of thing around here. Especially at City Hall:
Nor does our local scene particularly enjoy a thriving rickshaw business:
With men in spandex at that. Men that are entitled, nay, that should be encouraged to wear such:
Deer or boar? Yes. And potatoes. Are shots later?
Oh and cake? Hot about flaming shots and more spandexed rickshaw drivers?
I was worried as I climbed out of the womb. Note the clutching of the duck. Also note cousin with the pacifier.
Yes, I won the tall gene, but she ended up with the better hair:
So I thought, let’s visit the local archives in the town I was born. From the windows it was way more swank than what we got going on, but they knew I was coming and for the exact dates I was in Germany, lest they make me jump in the river for envy, they politely closed:
Then my aunt’s fiance said, “Hey, seeing how I teach people to shoot and own the keys to the private shooting range, let’s go shooting!” [No correlation to the above.]:
And I said, “Yeeeeeeeeeeah!”
I tilted my hip just so. A “natural” I was told:
I shot a clay pigeon in the air. It exploded in a burst of neon slivers:
Me: It’s certainly a strange trip, this whole life bit
D: if it wasn’t, I’d be bored. I mean, I’d love to be independently wealthy, but then I’d be traveling all the time.
Me: I’d think it’d wear out after a while
D: I don’t know…there is so much to see and learn
Me: Yes, but nomadic living is hard
D: of course its hard, but the truly independently wealthy are not nomads. at least, I wouldn’t be. home for a month or so, off for two or three and back
Me: Perhaps your soul calls to that. My soul calls to something else, but what returns out of the void is not that.
D: what is it?
Me: It’s like I’m meant to built by instability
Me: And instead of taking it and learning, I’m fighting it
D: you know, you’re being oddly pensive tonight
Me: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking
Me: At least, lol, more than usual. I try to avoid it
D: Well, there is nothing wrong with wanting to make your own life. I mean if you believe in destiny and fate and all that, then feel free to feel constrained outside your own control
Me: Making your own life just seems terribly lonely
D: haha, well, if not you, then who?
Me: Well obviously me, but still it seems lonely and willful to the point of narcissism
D: You read too much. all that masters work has left you a depressive mess of existential nonsense. Just make friends, do what you want to do, and try to have fun
Me: Lol. I vote against grad school. I got trapped in my own mind it seemed. I have lost myself a bit
D: it happens
Me: At least I feel right now that I don’t have to look far to find me
D: I’m still convinced that something happened in Germany that didn’t help anything
Me: And I think…yes
D: You never told me
Me: I suppose not
D: In fact, I don’t think I ever got a single detail about Germany
Me: Yes, I suppose no one really did