Monday, Oct. 1
I write this on a cell phone, so be gentle with me. Monday was the dawn of the age of oppression-more specifically, the unit of oppression, although that is far less intimidating. On a somber note first, recall the allegorical tale pf the Holocaust we were told. Just because something seems like it doesn't affect you now doesn't mean it won't in the future.
On a lighter note, we discussed our weekends, which are usually a good indicator of whether or not you live in an oppressive country (hint-we do not. If we did, that conversation would have sounded more like this; "Well, I stood in the latke ration line for 7 hours. Then I had to go praise at the Arc of the Supreme Ubermensch. When I got home to my meager Guinea pig farm my family was dead from lack of latkes and they had taken my last viable Guinea pig.")
Then we discussed our books. If you were in my group you were treated to a fascinating discussion on the history of Iran from Shah to Ayatollah/Ahmadinejad, or "Ahmadinetollah" for short if you're into that.
Remember you need to combine some discussions.
Open the pod bay doors!
Hannah (currently running from Ahmadinejad)
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