One night, with burnout as my only companion, I let myself drift along with the flow of Everlast (remember House of Pain? Go listen to his solo albums\u2014you won\u2019t regret it). I scribbled down these words to describe the end of a relationship, one that ended in sadness, but also because we were no longer in sync. We had different expectations: she was moving forward toward her destiny no matter what, while I was stumbling, searching for a crutch that always seemed out of reach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What struck me the most in this story were the unsettling similarities between her father\u2019s life and mine, even though we were separated by a thousand kilometers and had never met. I was stunned. She, on the other hand, hadn\u2019t noticed or understood those parallels, and I found myself alone, bewildered, staring at what she presented as her origins\u2014while unknowingly overlaying them with a canvas that looked just like mine. A thousand kilometers apart, two lives had followed similar paths: one under capitalism, the other under communism.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Une nuit, avec le burn-out comme seul compagnon, je me suis laiss\u00e9 porter par le flow d\u2019Everlast (vous vous souvenez de House of Pain ? Allez \u00e9couter ses albums solo, vous ne le regretterez pas). J\u2019ai griffonn\u00e9 ces mots pour d\u00e9crire la fin d\u2019une relation, termin\u00e9e dans la tristesse, mais aussi parce que nous n\u2019\u00e9tions … <\/p>\n