When Christmas is coming I always reminded my mother told her when she was little that was a poor Christmas, which was present in some Mandarin. The mine was far from the bustle of consumerism: a gift, at most two. The arrival of the plastic doll in a few more, but not much.
Besides, if she was born in 1914, he spent his early childhood in the midst of war, and mine, in parallel, from 52, in a post-war broken only guess that the horizons of economic development the following year.
When I spoke of her Christmas seemed a bit 'pathetic and listened enough. For my part, only much later I realized the connection between my life and history, that of the books I studied at school.
so happens that each of us lives his life in a self-centered, thinking of his coming to the world as the beginning of everything and not taking care, if not through a deep crisis of middle age, one's own horizon. An inevitable mental strain, not motivated by selfishness but that requires a profound cognitive shift: we understand that history and that our very existence lies in a broader horizon, made up of cultures, rules, and predictions of a more or less virtuous, when viewed from afar. A perspective that can
anguish, but it is helpful to call in individual lives, many things in their place.
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