The Roads We Did Not Choose

Last night I had to choose between going to see a Becket play done in pantomime or to see a 2 woman play about the experiences of women who had been sent to the gulag. I decided on the gulag, and despite the play being in Russian, we had been given a copy of the script and I found myself weeping.

But, I'm very tired right now, and there is another entry, a bit longer, just below this one. Tomorrow, though, I'll tell you about Dmitri, neo Marxism, progressive nostalgia and The Roads We Did Not Choose.

Good night,

Annie