He watched the ferry disappear towards the horizon. He almost got on it this time, close. He turned and walked slowly back to his apartment through the winding streets, his mind filled with the dream of home, always home. 30 years of being a stranger, not being part, different, labelled , always the foreign. He longed to belong but how could he when he was so different? Maybe this place was to blame, it had to be, otherwise there is no hope. There has to be a place for him. Maybe on the other side . . . .
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10/21/2014 09:43:38 pm
A fine portrait of an outsider and his longing to fit in. Wanderlust is king in his world. Why is he trapped on the near shore?
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Veronika Borzymowski
10/21/2014 09:48:26 pm
Thanks for this Doug, I do not know if this is such a near shore, but even if it is, it is a border between different lifes. I remember going with my parents in the 80s to take the ferry from Sweden to Western Germany in those days. If we got on the wrong one to Eastern Germany, it would mean my parents being probably put in jail (they escaped communist czech republic in -68). So closeness is no indication that something is near. Things side by side can be worlds apart . . .thanks for reading Doug !! v
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Veronica, The commentary left at my story and the answer left to Doug told me so much of the background to your story. Being an exile is never easy.. and the cold war for sure build a lot of walls in Europe.. and just when they are gone they seem to be raising again.
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Veronika Borzymowski
10/21/2014 10:12:23 pm
Yes living in exile is something that is very hard (depends on the person obviously) whether it is voluntary or unvoluntary. But it is also a fascinating theme. I just think that I might be too close to it to be able to fully develop the idea. . .Bjorn, thanks for your comment and don't let the Russians get too close, they are not very cuddly, know that from family history! Take care ! v
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10/22/2014 02:34:15 am
Tough being the other, in a minority. There is no answer. It's always been like that, probably alway will be. Just keep dreaming.
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Veronika Borzymowski
10/22/2014 03:11:03 am
. . never stop dreaming! v
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Veronika Borzymowski
10/22/2014 04:02:51 pm
Thanks : ) v
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10/22/2014 04:53:36 am
There is so much mystery and longing in this story - I can't decide if he's originally from the near shore or or the far one, but either way I enjoyed the sense of tension and uncertainty; of not belonging and wondering whether he ever could.
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Veronika Borzymowski
10/22/2014 04:02:20 pm
Dear Jennifer, thank you very much for your comment. I found exile being a very interesting topic but I cant really find a way to approach it . . .wishing you a lovely day ! v
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Veronika Borzymowski
10/22/2014 04:04:40 pm
Being an outsider becomes part of ones identity and then you do not belong anywhere. It takes a very strong person to be at ease in exile . . .v
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Veronika Borzymowski
10/24/2014 04:28:03 pm
Dear Liz, I am very sorry you feel so sad, I hope my story didn't deepen that. I too live outside my own country but even in my country I am foreign. For me I had to realise that home would never be a place, it is the people, the family, some friends. wishing you a lovely weekend! v
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