K. Piggot made me think about the town were I currently live. I think about the fight that had to happen to save some of the most important buildings with important history. I thought about how I cannot drive past the place where I grew up because it hurts too much. To see the the old house my father built with his own two hands as well as the huge old oak trees in the woods which surrounded it gone is so heartbreaking. I watched a documentary about native Americans who had lived in Death Valley for generations. They were displaced from their homes so the government could designate it a National Park. Parks are nice, but the inhabitants had no say in the matter. Shame on us! Then, I also thought about the cities in Ukraine. Bombed and forever changed. WW2 changed the world and its cities forever. History has repeated itself time and time again making us all nomads I suppose.
Thank you for sharing this lovely comment. I had absolutely no idea about Death Valley's story as a National Park, which is unsurprising but no less frustrating and appalling. I'd love to know the name of the documentary so I can watch it for myself, so I'll have to look for it! I often have a lot of mixed, bittersweet feelings whenever I go back to my hometown and even the house where I was born and spend five years in. Seeing the before and after photos of Ukrainian cities is just... gutting. Who knows how they will rebuild it, if they even can. I like to hope that they will, but they'll never look the same again.
K. Piggot made me think about the town were I currently live. I think about the fight that had to happen to save some of the most important buildings with important history. I thought about how I cannot drive past the place where I grew up because it hurts too much. To see the the old house my father built with his own two hands as well as the huge old oak trees in the woods which surrounded it gone is so heartbreaking. I watched a documentary about native Americans who had lived in Death Valley for generations. They were displaced from their homes so the government could designate it a National Park. Parks are nice, but the inhabitants had no say in the matter. Shame on us! Then, I also thought about the cities in Ukraine. Bombed and forever changed. WW2 changed the world and its cities forever. History has repeated itself time and time again making us all nomads I suppose.
Thank you for sharing this lovely comment. I had absolutely no idea about Death Valley's story as a National Park, which is unsurprising but no less frustrating and appalling. I'd love to know the name of the documentary so I can watch it for myself, so I'll have to look for it! I often have a lot of mixed, bittersweet feelings whenever I go back to my hometown and even the house where I was born and spend five years in. Seeing the before and after photos of Ukrainian cities is just... gutting. Who knows how they will rebuild it, if they even can. I like to hope that they will, but they'll never look the same again.