Looking to the other side of the river
Week 6 of 2021: memories of Ottawa, Albania, and the island that some of you know so well by now.
For me, the second week of February was another week of walking in beautiful snowy landscapes in Ontario. Unfortunately, the bridge across the Ottawa River to Quebec was closed as one of the pandemic measures. So I saw Quebec every day but didn't go there for months.
In the photo, you see Ontario in the foreground and Quebec on the other side of the Ottawa River. This closure was nothing dramatic, and I guess that many people still did cross the bridge since, as far as I know, there was nobody giving fines for doing so.
But now that I write this way, it does bring back some memories.
It reminds me of a young man I once met in a small village in Albania, close to the border with Montenegro. I guess that must have been in early 2009 when I visited some waste treatment projects in Northern Albania. After the collapse of communism in 1992, he was amongst the first Albanians to study in the west. He spoke English with hardly any accent, had traveled the world, and was now back in the small town where he grew up to take care of his elderly father.
We had lunch, and he pointed at the part of the village on the other side of a small bridge over a stream. He then told me that he had never once been on the other side of the bridge when he grew up because it was forbidden to go there during the communist regime.
It also reminds me of the island from where I wrote to you this summer. In the last winter of the Second World War, the few thousand people left on the island lived in harsh circumstances, with the dikes bombed, their lands flooded, and brutal reprisals of Nazi Germany to any resistance. Every day they looked at the next island to the south that the Canadians had already liberated.
A group of about fifteen men tried to escape one night to the liberated part of the Nederlands. Ten of them were caught and publicly executed, a trauma on the island that nobody has forgotten. I often pass the monument that was erected in 1949 to commemorate them. I will someday write more about the island's history; there are so many stories to tell.
I already published dozens of 'island stories' between June and September; they are in the archive for those who subscribed more recently to this newsletter and want to catch up.
All this because I just wanted to share some pictures today of the second week of February this year. We are in week 6, still 46 more to go. I had no time for a longer article about the news of that week, so for now, all you get from me this late in the evening are these memories and two more photos.
I took the second picture on a morning walk; a fresh layer of snow had fallen overnight.
And then there is Luna since I saw in your comments that she is gaining some popularity amongst some readers. I believe she was posing for this picture, showing her best side :-)
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Notes:
None for today, all just memories.
Sleep well for those that are still awake at this hour.
Does anyone still want to see more pictures of Luna?
It is extraordinary how many people live with ghosts of wars and restrictions. Years ago I had a friend who spend WW2 days hiding in silence in a dark basement with his mother and sister in The Hague. He would sneak out at night to rummage for food scraps. He survived the war, his mother & sister did not. He came to the US with nothing, became a engineer, made wise investments and eventually lived a grand life. But he always left the lights on in his home and his refrigerator and pantry were always jammed with food. His nightmares of the dark and starving never left him. He remained the frightened little boy all his life. He gathered the courage to go into a movie theatre only once - to see Out of Africa.
On a much lighter note…I’m glad you have lovely Luna to amuse and brighten your life!!!
Here I am locating this newsletter some 20 months later, written just two + weeks before my life changed forever when I fell and fractured badly my femur, on 01/14/2022. Now I am homebound having some issues before but able to get out to drive and see the world that is my small town in western SC, USA. But the joy I find now viewing and learning about my world is the discovery of first this newsletter that has morphed into a group of nature and political pieces that have expanded my horizons beyond my former routine and found more friends all over the world! As an animal activist as well, I surely appreciate Luna, the beauty. I find that my fears of the dark and need to horde food for myself and my three fur babies 🐶😽😽 continue past the pandemic as lockdown continues for me and likely will until my journey is done. My family at Substack ( I have virtually no other) would have remained a mystery if not for the “great fall” that changed my focus forever. And so I am grateful to you, Alexander Verbeek, as it was your literary charm that drew me to this community these 20 months ago. The stories and photos, music, you post are enchanting so I thank you once again for being here as I searched for new meaning, purpose in my life. You will be pleased to know this novice had my “aha “ experience and FINALLY found my dashboard as a writer as well of comments, notes, chats, and am moving toward at least one newsletter for both utility and fun on fashion sustainability (with Evelyne Luethy) that of course I now recognize is so tied up in all the colliding issues of the day that it will be complex indeed.
As a postscript, the political arena after the midterm elections of 2022 has created the monster House Freedom Caucus that attempts to undo the victories of President Joe Biden and confound his climate agenda creating the need for great pushback on their looney tunes ideas and revenge for calling out the many lies and questionable actions of Trump and his cult of thugs. That is rising to a peak as I write relentlessly impacting all areas of our freedoms and lives. We remain hopeful as we must that Biden will prevail along with action on climate and the rejection of fascism
in our divided nation. His victory impacts the global order and so we fight on many fronts. I think of you walking the Camino Frances as we get posts as you are able and hope you will be our ally in your walk to the sea. Stay safe; be well! ❤️🇺🇸🌎🕊️