No news but some
I love this holiday. Hy came over in the afternoon and we had tea, then pasta for lunch, then coffee, and overall a lot of lazy afternoon talk. Everything good that I love! Then I went to sleep for an hour (maybe two...) and hello again world, this is woozy typing.
I'm stuck on the last two paragraphs. Stuck stuck stuck!
I have no email. No snail mail. No messages. No nothing. I have myself. This is ok.
Talked to Melanie yesterday and someone had broken into her boyfriend's house and taken the two computers (hers and his). They called the police and found out that five other Armenians' homes had also been broken into, with only the computers stolen. I'm not sure what to think about this 'global village' at all right now. On most days I can believe that it's all happening in the news safely on the other side, but the other side is also connected to our side, and hearing news like this is a jolt to your illusion of safety with distance. I don't feel afraid, it's just bewildering to realise that the news can one day be you, or your friends.
I'm stuck on the last two paragraphs. Stuck stuck stuck!
I have no email. No snail mail. No messages. No nothing. I have myself. This is ok.
Talked to Melanie yesterday and someone had broken into her boyfriend's house and taken the two computers (hers and his). They called the police and found out that five other Armenians' homes had also been broken into, with only the computers stolen. I'm not sure what to think about this 'global village' at all right now. On most days I can believe that it's all happening in the news safely on the other side, but the other side is also connected to our side, and hearing news like this is a jolt to your illusion of safety with distance. I don't feel afraid, it's just bewildering to realise that the news can one day be you, or your friends.