This December Romania celebrated twenty years since the fall of communism. In many ways, I cannot believe it’s been twenty years already, mostly because I expected a lot more to happen in my native country in twenty years, but also because I can’t believe it’s been twenty years since I was a preteen – fourteen to be more exact. This is crazy! I still remember growing up under communism, being constantly afraid of the secret police and mindful that they are listening to our private conversations.
I’ve been thinking some more about this idea of starting an autobiography category, but the more I think about it, the more I realise that it’s more complicated than I initially considered. A chronological biography is unappealing to me, and possibly useless for my readers as well.
But perhaps focussing on the mile-stones that influenced my journey would be a useful exercise. The difficulty, or rather the challenge is to look in balance at both the bad and the good experiences. I am very much aware of the hurt and oppression from my past, while at the same time acknowledging their formative quality. Perhaps a reflection on this aspect of my journey could make this category worth-while.
I’ve decided to start a new autobiographical category, not because I’ve acheived so much in my life-time 🙂 but because I think it is helpful for people to get an idea of where I’m coming from and what is the underlying narrative that defines who I am and what I do, and what this blog is about.
So watch this category for a narrative of my journey. Coming up!