The Berlin

I Move Too Much

Picture this, people gather at the biggest square in a city and chant fanfares for change. Suddenly, the numbers grow and the voice profoundly becomes larger until to the point it's impossible to avoid it. This is when madness starts as violence erupts within secular societies, clashes between the law and the people and clashes between people and people and as well clashes within someone's inner sanctum.

This grim reality are in in places such as Ukraine with it's EuroMaidan movement which started because of the Ukrainian government ditching talks with the European Union and deciding to align with the Russian Federation. Now, even with the current government impeached, Ukraine is fallen into a deep divide in the Crimea region with the municipality of it's capital, Simferopol voting to secede from Ukraine and joining Russia as a federal state; not to mention the sheer size of the Russian Army there too.  Not only that, in Thailand the shirted factions are having a power struggle due to a controversial amnesty bill announced by prime minister at the time Yingluck Shinawatra that could allow former prime minister and coincidentally brother of the current pm Thaksin Shinawatra to be able to return to Thailand without being apprehended by authorities.

Going back in time, this sort of microcosm in society for change wasn't easy to come by. Dissidents could be shot, castrated, tortured, kidnapped or even have their family killed and turned against them. This was a case in the eastern bloc and most of Asia. But it started falling apart in the 1980s but one year that stood out was 1989 not just because of the overthrow of Nicolae Ceaucescu in Romania or more notably the Berlin Wall event.

Now, enough of the Cold War class but let me tell you why 1989 is a year I still, today am intrigued in. It was because that was the year my parents met. Frankly, I don't who.

What I mean by whom I mean I don't exactly know who my father is. I never saw significant male figures in my life; when I lived in Germany or America and now I live in Australia and as always it was just my mom and I. Because of her profession she liked to move countries a lot because she always seemed to be unapologetically a person filled with wanderlust. She's been everywhere. Even "friendly" places like Uganda and North Korea, or perhaps even Tehran as an American. Whenever I ask her about that she gives me a look straight into the eye and then goes on a rant in Swahili. I didn't realize she knows Swahili!

How we moved to Australia? I don't know to be honest all I know is that I was young, I moved from Berlin to here. And before that I lived in Irvine, California but then to Los Angeles after. I mean it's been awhile about 7 or so years since I moved from Germany and I was granted citizenship last year and I use my Australian passport more than my American one anyway and if you're gonna ask about if I don't have a German citizenship then it's because I only lived there for 3 years.

I only know of living in America and Berlin because my mom briefly told me, and I was snooping one day and saw old Lufthansa and Swiss air tickets. But other than that she never tells me the full story. That's gonna change, I'm gonna try to squeeze out information all right on my second year of university when I declare major and juggle 2 part time jobs. I don't know what I'm doing...why can't i do this when I'm a miserable 40 year old? Oh wait, I am working towards the impetuous miserable 40 year old who hates his job and wishes he got more time to sleep, a lifeless vessel that wants more and more wealth.