Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

All the voices

pinpoint exactly what was wrong with the situation in the house. I needed to clear my head on this because sometimes, just sometimes I’ve had the cloudy thought that it wasn’treallysobad. Imean, nobody bothered me that much so long as I didn’t go anywhere near the sitting room and didn’t engage in the stupid crap they talked. Plus the rent was cheap. I mean the house was practically a hovel and the rent reflected that. But no, all that was by the by. Those advantages were just negatives. Everything positive pointed to the door and me going out of it for good. And I was glad I’d arrived at seeing this. I looked at that crumby door with a new respect as I came into it nowadays. The door was the means of escape.

A background thought: I just want to look at the way you start off in life. Let’s call it a journey, for the sake of argument. Life’s journey. Though personally I’m not so keen on that type of language. It’s a little on the sentimental side for my liking, but still. Anyway, you start off. And you hear the words of your socialisers in your ears straight away, before you even know what words are. Plus there are sounds and looks and gestures. And these are pumped right into you. You take them in because there is hardly anything else. Well nothing else, or nothing else you’re aware of. And it takes quite a while before something inside you says, No , that’s not the way I am at all. And you don’t even know what you mean when you say these

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