On trauma, memory, community, place. | 29/31

“Adoption cast me in this role I never asked for.

In a wretched stage play that I now deem over and done with”

Daniel Drennan ElAwar

The following is from a series of musings on trauma, memory, community, and place. The introduction to the series and beginning essay [link] explains the purpose of this month of entries.

I remember working in a theater in Paris.

How I got the job was due to a misperception of identity.

At the time I lived on the Île Saint-Louis.

As romantic as this sounds, I should explain that my apartment was in an ancient stone building that formerly had been a convent.

I lived in a top-floor maid’s room.

My arms outstretched, I could touch both walls at the same time.

The “Turkish toilet” was public and down the hall.

In the winter I had to insulate the whole thing with cardboard.

It was a hole.

View original post 2,641 more words


Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s