I’ve been a little sad lately. And it’s hard for me to say why, because who wants to read me going on like an angsty ninth grader. Let’s just say, over the years I have thought “Marika, you are cursed.” I shake it off, I continue my journey in becoming a badass, and then something will happen and I will think “See? Totally cursed. This is not your destiny, shut up and sit down. You are too old for this.” Only I know these things are ordinary things that happen to everyone, but because they don’t happen at a good time, or they happen all together, I get overwhelmed and scared and CURSED. But I keep trying if only to aggravate the Universe at large.
I’m going, to be honest, the good old USA is NOT helping me. Lately, I have been wondering who we are because this is not the America I know. Only maybe it is, and I just never saw what seems so clear now.
I went to Rohwer, and it was just the saddest place I have ever been. I wrote that I didn’t know why I had to go there, I just knew that I did. Now I know. The Trump administration is considering putting up a migrant camp two miles away from the memorial I visited. Read about it here
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”
We really haven’t learned a thing, have we?