how long does it take

I like listening to the radio. These days, they talk a lot about the “refugee crisis”. I don’t know how to deal, so I carry on with my life. I see photographs of crying children, and I start crying too. And then I pick up my smartphone and play a game of Tetris. The disconnect in modern society is unfathomable.

The politicians are talking about numbers and money and laws and structures, but then there are the people. And they come from places. Circumstances I can’t even imagine. In one of the programs, a woman said something that stuck to me. A question that I’ve been carrying around.

How long does it take for war to leave a body?

To be honest, I think I’m still feeling the swells. And in my case, it was my Finnish grandparents who survived a war.

We cannot understand. And that this autumn has been the most beautiful that we’ve had in years makes everything seem even more surreal. The sublime and the miserable not contradictions, but facts of existence.

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