Horrible. Horrible times with Putin ravaging Ukraine. Of all of the stupid things to do, the most idiotic, he decides to start a war. He doesn't decide to save the reserves he has for the catastrophe everybody sees is coming - climate change. No, he short-sightedly goes for the guns, lets the ego and emo take control. I'm glad Gergiev, his buddy, was sacked. I hope that every single tie with Putin gets cut, gets ousted, cancelled. At the other side, in Gergiev and Netrebko, I completely understand that one can be against the war and still be emotionally unable to denounce one's home country. Russians do seem to have a more emphatic vision of their land as their "mother," something that is less present in my own psyche. Perhaps I'm the torn apart soul that split itself too much between the Netherlands and the United States to be able to call any place home at all.
The last few days were strange, as we are singing Kanon Pokajanen by Arvo Pärt with Cappella Amsterdam. Strange. I feel like I'm just singing sounds and have not connection to the meaning.
I explained the cold war to my children and they started crying.
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