I wrote this article in 2015. I am republishing it… because it is important to read now… given the next article I just wrote… It will make it easier to get.
Here I am this cool Saturday morning, weeping.
I observe. What is there? Pain, definitely. Sense of loss, yes. Sadness, no. Regret, no. Resentment, no.
I have had a hard life. The hardest part is the last 30 years. Maybe 33… Since I left Hungary.
In Hungary I had friends. I had people who would want me around, who would walk with me, who would vouch for me.