Saturday, October 20, 2012

this is the start

Part VI.

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out-- 
Because I was not a Socialist. 

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out-- 
 Because I was not a Jew. 

Then they came for me--
and there was no one left to speak for me.
--Martin Niemöller

The final event of the day yesterday was our visit to the Holocaust Memorial museum.
I originally allotted an hour and a half for us to travel through the museum. I spent close to three hours there, and I could have spent more.
As soon as we entered, I was swamped by the awe and the sadness that enveloped the exhibit. It was an absolutely mesmerizing and haunting exhibit. One that I will never forget.


And then, today, we returned. Never have I had a happier road-trip. Filled with music, and scary clouds, driving through fog, hills of autumn trees, and lots and lots of conversation (all this brought to you by coffee).

After a hectic hour or two of running around sorting vans, people and luggage, I finally settled down in my favorite coffee shop for peaceful hours of conversation.
We sat by the fireplace, cozy and warm as the October rain fell down outside.
After long talks and recaps of the different weeks we encountered, I walked to my dorm, struck by the similarities and differences between this year and last.
There were so many similarities between this year's fall break and last.
The circular nature of a year is overwhelming: you can revisit the same places or perform the same rituals, but there's always something slightly different. Something new and something deeper.
But the beautiful thing about rituals is that they tell you how to proceed in each situation,
So I knew exactly what to do with the rest of my evening:
cuddle in my magically heat-producing Disney Princess blanket, eat chocolate, and watch The Holiday.
It's fall break tradition. yo I'm not gonna not.

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