If you read my book, and you really should, A European Odyssey; How a boxer’s daughter found grace, I take you on a fantastic tour around Europe. Where I treat each country like a personality. Rome reminds us about the mythic twins, Venice as the world’s most glamorous aunt, Paris the prettier sister, Prague the gentle creature with claws, etc.
I elaborate of course, and sure, each country boasts a unique cultural reality but we’ve all spent the past year with our minds in mourning.
However, summer’s arrived and tensions subside. Stress falls away as we find our new normal. Here in Piemonte, our region is ‘white’ which means indoor eating is available and everything’s open. Masks still obligatory – this is, after all, a country full of hypochondriacs. And during a pandemic this isn’t such a bad thing.
But what in the world is wrong with the English? I read the headlines daily and it feels as if they’ve gone down the rabbit hole. Is it incompetence or opportunistic politics?
I mean Europe is doing quite well. Messaging is steady, communication is open and we did, in our podcast, forecast a Tortoise and the Hare fable playing out in modern time.
Yet I wonder with the English whether it’s more subversive, even more than usual, as if they’re finding new ways to close their doors, everyday.
In my beloved former home, the culture wars are killing any attempts for truth and reconciliation. And we all know, before you reconcile, some kind of truth must be agreed upon. Doesn’t look like they’re in a hurry.
As a friend said to me, years ago, after touring the States, from New York to Seattle and everything in between, he simply said, “I love it, the convenience, the people, but it’s too big”…
…he may have been on to something.