No More Comforting Lies

No More Comforting Lies

by RasmeniaNo Comments
Two decades. That’s what I celebrated on New Year’s Day. Twenty years since I boarded a plane in Denver to start a new life in Paris. So many things have come and gone during that time. Lessons. Loss. Lifetimes.A few days after toasting that anniversary, I buttoned up my black suit over my very fancy Joe Strummer t-shirt and threw on my very classy black Converse All Stars. Then my husband and I attended a ceremony at the town hall here in Brighton where we became British citizens.Not where I envisaged things going when I moved to France in 2006, but many things that are part of daily life were unimaginable twenty years ago. I’ve been visiting that point in time a lot recently. Temporal landmarks provoke reflection. A brief regression to who and where we were. It’s not nostalgia, exactly. Just a side effect of crossing a milestone.I’ll be honest. I experienced severe growing pains during the first few...
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Sachsenhausen

Sachsenhausen

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"First they came for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Jew. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn’t speak up, because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak up for me." -Martin Niemöller * * * This is the blog post that I almost didn't write. I debated long and hard about it, knowing that I could never do justice to the topic, that I wasn't worthy and I would have to abandon the mockery, snark and sarcasm in order to discuss it. Let's face it - as much as I hate it, some shit just isn't funny. In the end, I decided to sober up and write it, knowing that I still can do no justice to the topic, but the fact that it is such...
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