За емиграцията. Nothing here

Върнах се на тази тема, прочитайки този постинг на Светла.  Написах дълъг коментар, който щях да илюстрирам с долната песен. После открих, че тя го казва много по-добре, и го изтрих. Ще добавя само няколко думи:

Открай време си мисля, че интелигентните хора в тази страна си изграждаме “пашкули” в средата си (приятели, работа, хобита), които ни помагат да оцеляваме, но същевременно намаляват остротата на възприятието ни към това което се случва. Правим си средата поносима, но забравяме, че тя всъщност не е такава. Съответно не заемаме активна позиция по проблемите, които сме избрали да не забелязваме, защото иначе не бихме ги понесли. Понякога обаче те са толкова остри, че пробиват тази защитна бариера, за хубаво и лошо…

И пак да кажа очевидното: Има хора, за които стимулът за емиграция (и за повечето неща които правят) не е финансов.

Приятно (и надявам се, внимателно) слушане:

Nothing here


I see the longing in your eyes
You always were the dreaming child
This house is old and torn apart
It holds no future, has no heart

The world is changing every day
But here they cling to their own ways
They taunt you with their cruel tongues
On you their callous jokes are hung

So much in you that I can sense
You hate them for their ignorance
I hate them for the ties that bind
Your freedom with their narrow minds

You’ll only suffer if you stay
These cold grey walls will have their way
I beg of you to free your mind
And leave this sinking ship behind

It’s in the past, they’ll always live
A crumbling future up ahead
And years of grief and bitter tears
I tell you that there’s nothing here

There’s nothing here, you don’t belong
You must escape while you’re still young
The path for you is bright and clear
I tell you boy there’s nothing here

The colours run so deep out there
Find joy to trade for this despair
Go seek the wonders of the stage
Of music and the printed page

This century is moving faster
Share the joke and hear the laughter
Find precious bodies for your bed
And chase the dreams inside your head

Knowledge waits for thirsty minds
Beyond these peasant Philistines
Whose world revolves around horse and cart
Who belch and jeer, and curse the odds

The time is now I beg of you
Cast off the old, embrace the new
Drink deep the life and love my son
And damn this house to kingdom come



Orange flower, blue ribbon - all the sky
There are times that I feel closer
To the edge you’d crossed before
And sometimes I think I see you
Through an almost open door…

Silence of a Tree (excerpt)

Sometimes things bump around in your head for no obvious reason, they just want to bring themselves to your attention, or make a bigger picture, together.

Two colors. A picture I’ve taken three years ago. A poem from my school years. Themes my mind is focused on again these days. And a wise and comforting response to those feelings from a man on whose BBS I’ve spent countless nights in those years, whether it was a proto social network or not… Another man from my past and present, both ‘virtual’ this time.