It just occurred to me that I was speaking Hungarian in my dream last night. I was sitting in a train and realised I recognised the language the two men next to me were conversing in so I incredulously said, “Bosci…” I joined in the conversation - in halting Hungarian - from there.
These are the best kinds of dreams. I kind of enjoy reliving this place through my dreams and gaining unrealistically nifty linguistic skills in my sleep. One year and many dreams on, however, it’s admittedly a little pathetic.
“Standing in that room, I realized that our two worlds, my friend’s and mine, were as distant from each other as Kenya is from Germany. And I knew that if we stayed together I’d eventually live in hers. After all, I’d been doing it most of my life. Between the two of us, I was the one who knew how to live as an outsider.” - Barack Obama, Becoming Obama
“The only way my life makes sense is if, regardless of culture, race, religion, tribe, there is this commonality, these essential human truths and passions and hopes and moral precepts that are universal. And that we can reach out beyond our differences.”
“Those awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say, “Teenagers think they are invincible” with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are.
… They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing.”
