Something of a poignant soliloquy that touches on something I and numerous people I’ve known have had difficulty trying to put into words.
On a wonderful island, a young girl plays at the beach with her friends. Out of the water a bull rises. He is a friendly animal and invites her to mount his back. He carries her away across the sea, only to reveal himself as the God. Is she a bold young woman who knows what she is doing? Or is she deceived and defiled? Whatever happened or did not happen, the children born from the union of this young woman and the bold bull would, by a twist of mythology and history, one day be known as Europeans.
I am a long way from home, in a part of Europe I have not been to before. The rural village where I stay…
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