Suzie: The Girl who changed our lives

So I'm at university now.
Admittingly, I've been at university for a while.
Things have been fine, insightful, interesting.

I've currently been reading 'Thus Spoke Zarathustra' by Friedrich Nietzsche which has been a very interesting voyage so far, but this entry will be specifically about a rather short book called Suzie: The Girl who changed our lives.

Having personally corresponded with the author, I felt I should read her book, which turned out to be a shocking reveal of a life that I was completely unaware of. Ann Chadwick has had a very full and interesting life, and is keen to explain in detail her childhood, growing up in a family with an adopted sister - A little girl called Suzie, who boarded a 'kindertransport' train from Prague to eventually arrive at London, and then, to East Anglia, just in time to escape from the horror of the Hitler's onward march. It takes you through the emotional trauma that Suzie suffered, the heartbreaking letters received by the Chadwick family by Suzie's parents, and despite the burdens and darkness, the rise and happiness of life that would blossom within the family.

The book isn't lacking on presenting life for the Chadwicks and Suzie's parents, the Spitzers which is wonderful and always interesting. The only thing is that this book is not written by a professional author and could really do with a good editor to really make this book a gem. There is a lot of repetition, paragraphs that dive too fast in another subject, information that isn't so significant in the story. I disliked the fact the book continued to mention the telling of Suzie's story, but, as a book itself, Suzie's story wasn't emphasized enough. The storytelling was not perfected.

Yet, one would appreciate the honesty and the immense effort Ann Chadwick has put into this book, and it is a story that one should read and appreciate. This gives a priceless account on another side to the war that has been almost invisible to the general public. I can only wish more books like this were around, but unfortunately, like history, the truth begins to fade. Suzie: The Girl who changed our lives is a book that will confidently set in stone a part of history, it's truth unchanged forever.

New Adventure

I'll be in Bath tomorrow, and that's a pretty strange thought. Packing is... Well, I am typing this while I should be filling up suitcases so I guess it's going pretty slow right now. Ah well. I have a new happy song, perhaps called Asa Branca above ^ (I have no idea), and currently wearing m'bright yellow hoody, hopefully they'll bring good vibes for today. Time to just see where the wind blows.

Lyrical Tube

Six strings seems to be my medicine for today. 
It has been relaxing to play my 3/4 guitar a lot recently, and I was hoping to compose some kind of song for a friend to sing, but it'll most likely have to wait until December now.

Some ideas so far:

Smoking cigerrettes nine til five

Staggering home trying just to survive

Hopeless wonder thunder comin' boilin' to brew

Bake an all night wonder blunder tryin' to get through

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A small light touch of Winter

On little red nose.

Child wrapped softly from head to toe

As she waddles back home.

A giggle, a coo is uttered in warm breath

As animated face is delighted,

Clasping hands reach out

For white flakes of snow.

I wonder if it is obvious which one I wrote first...

Flicker

The film flickers, but always on a constant animation, rolling forward the course of life. Colours sometimes fade, but, they've always been there, sometimes dulled by imperfect images, imperfect mistakes. I think to myself, along with the philosophy of Miyavi that I will not die for you, but live for you. My recklessness will never be self contained in a prison, but harnessed in specific motion so that I can safely say with a smile, that my choices were made based with my own mind, my free-will. Perhaps, if I ever become old enough to watch the film, I will understand more about things I was too immature to decipher. But, just like when a film is projected on a big screen, at that point, each action is permanent. The director can only watch beneath two hands and pray he did a good enough job for his audience. But it is my hope and belief that living life this way, no matter the result or consequences will give satisfaction. No matter how long the reel is, no matter who the audience is. I wonder if you'll ever watch your own film, but I have a feeling, just like me, you'll never grow old enough in mind to reflect upon unimportant manners. Instead, you'll keep on producing a picture. No matter the quality of the last chapters, or the setting, you'll still live life instead of watch it go by. This is the nature and concept of living without regret.

Swimming

Mennyivel tartozom?

Chapter...?

Sometimes a large clump of thoughts acts like a crowd.
Constant buzz around your head.

I've had this crowd following me for a while now, but, it's not been in vain.

I've learnt a few things, and realised a few more. A couple of surprises, a couple of understandings within things that have been around for a long time. It is almost comforting, to be able to admit to some of these thoughts are fears I've had but not confronted. They are still like a gas, not opaque or anything I can grasp and throw away. But, there is always a difference when you know it's hovering around.

I've decided I want to focus on a few subjects in my spare time. Of course, BSL is still on the list, and writing both poetry and stories, but I hope to learn and study a couple of other things. Philosophy, biology, baking, lyric writing, brush painting, maybe even how to use Blender, but that might be pushing it a bit.

Maybe, if I have time, I'll someday publish "A poem for all my beautiful friends (And all those to come)" but it sounds a bit too cheesy. I don't know. 

We'll see.

Doughnut Monster

I sigh.
Sitting to my right is a see through plastic container, displaying honestly the last doughnut from the pack of four. Half eaten, the icing long gone, the doughnut sits dismal and quite unappeitizing. But, just with a glance, the emotion of this ice-less ring is largely apparent. It wants to join the fate of it's brothers and sisters, and no matter how hard this journey might be, I have to take the challenge, in order to honour itself and it's forefathers. I lift the lid, and snatch it from it's prison. A moment later, and the duty is done.