My life unrolls before me
I am settled in this city already. I live near the market, I make my breakfast, tea. No coffee maker. I have to learn to make a good Turkish coffee. They still offer Nescafe. I had forgotten it existed. I also forgot about cigarettes and men and women smoke in important quantity.
A busy week. I have had meetings all week. 3 x at the UN, 1 x at the University, 1 x at the statistics office. Thursday, I made a tourist of myself at the Tbilisi Open Air Museum of Ethnography, travelling back in architectural before hitting the road to rural areas.
What was most important was the truth about the present which came to me from a beautiful rebellious girl who dares to stand in front of traditions and insults.
She left her parent’s home to live with her boyfriend, without being married. She dared to make love before marriage. For many, she is just good to be thrown away. Not a virgin, she is no longer a good girl, she is no longer good to marry. The conversation she has today with her father and mother, I had with mine 50 years ago. Again in my long journey, I promote our quiet revolution in Quebec. Yes, that’s what she wants, that’s what her country needs. I am troubled by this conversation that brings me half a century behind, while I am with a beautiful young modern woman.If this city has seen, during it’s history, the world pass by,
I feel this week to see a part of my life unroll before my eyes. I think of the time it takes to transform the mind of a society and the choices we make as we transform.