The identifiable beauty of learning lessons
Lesson learned. Lots of lessons to go... I don’t write so much anymore because daily circumstances force me to put all the energy into finding little odd jobs to keep the dream alive. Nevertheless, in the last few days, I learned some lessons about the consequences of taking on every opportunity that comes along. At the same time that a grandson – who’s Jewish family survived the horrific actions of the Nazi’s in the Second World War because of some brave farmer and his family in “Zeeland” (southern province in the Netherlands), hide them in a secret room next to a Moroccan sergeant from The Daoud group, who managed to escape as a forced laborer at the German construction on the Atlantik-Wall – is killing unarmed protesters and the Boar from Pig Paradise is lightning up the fire in the middle East by opening the embassy in Jerusalem, I was on my way to start on a 2 day job. I didn’t have much information but it involved some cleaning up and painting a few walls of...