Thursday, July 2, 2020
America is my adopted country. A country that was for me, from afar, an affair of both head and heart. A matter of love at first read, and certainly at first sight. Not all love affairs are written in tablets of blood or rivers of tears. Some loves are more of the mind and some are prone to sweat rather than tears, bleeding only sparingly. Like so many who came to this country as adults, many by choice, I fell in love with the idea of America, as much as I first fell in love with a mythical place, a City of Angels it is called, out on the West Coast, a place I thought was surely part of Disneyland, ruled by wizards and run as a non-stop magic show, where everyone gets to play every part.