Tuesday Jun 27, 2006

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Life is an illusion.
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_elichrusos:

They were from the Netherlands, and it was around 1933. His Grandpop came to America for work, and they remained in touch via the post. After a couple of years, he wanted to bring her over, but he couldn't afford to go back and marry/escort his fiance to the U.S., so they wrote a letter to the Queen requesting the right marry by proxy. Her father stood in for his daughter's husband-to-be, and she came to the states just before most of The Netherlands' (and the rest of Europe's) Jewry was wiped out by Hitler and the Nazis.


This is like the stories I tell myself when I'm waiting for the bus; I'm so happy to hear that something like this happened to real people! If this is the first thing I'm to read today, I suspect I shall have an excellent morning.

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hadjischlomo:

CHRIST ON A CRACKER! It's always the most daring and improbable, against the odds stories that matter. Think of all the people in central Europe who got a bad feeling and left, before the mid-thirties, then later and later. Some people, conditioned to accept pogroms every generation or so with resignation, must have been just totally desensitized, tuned out, thought those who got out were nuts for a while.

No point getting depressed about all that; nationalism and genocide will never succeed in killing off any people who have soul. All of us alive on the planet right now are survivors, in one way or another. And whenever I start whining, I eventually think of people who had unspeakably awful conditions and were able to triumph over them.

Fuckin A', the hate and the love and the love and the hate; likeness and image of God and yet horribly scarred by the fall, or caught up in samsara, delusion, you name it baby.

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