I saw it in a map, one without borders, walls, or rules. Escape was the name my family gave it, a thing we’d only dreamt of, the wind in our faces without ever looking back, the sun without windows and sky without ceilings, hope. Although our lives were rubble and ruin, they’d never taken that hope form us. One had to hope even when one had no hope to hope for. And then that map dug from the sand by my very own fingers. My map. Our map. My family called it escape. I called it freedom.

14 thoughts on “Freedom

  1. Wow I think maybe that is what my Great GPa felt when he came to America at the age of 17 from Finland. Hard to imagine being so young and making such a brave move. This reminded me of that Richard. Brave like you! πŸ™‚

    1. My parents moved to Australia from Finland with three small children and not a word of english between us. Everything new and different – it IS hard to imagine uprooting your family and plonking them down on the other side of the world away from family, friends, culture, language…. It might as well have been Mars! To us kids it was an adventure.

      1. Wow wow wow amazing and you are right hard to imagine it. Mt Great Gpa was 17 when he came to America from Finland. Just a young boy. He settled in Rothschild Wisconsin because the weather is most like Finland. Wonder what kind of things happened to cause your parents to move like this? πŸ€—πŸ€—πŸ€—

      2. Unemployment, esp during the cold winters. Dad’s work was outdoors. It was at a time of government assisted passage. A LOT of Finns moved to Australia in the late 1950’s – early 60’s. Some in mid winter freeze of
        -45 C to summer heat of +45C

      3. Oh my that is so so scary. I think that is the reason my GGpa came here too! Well it’s a good thing if things are better and they could find work but so so far from home. It gets so very cold there I know! Have you been back to Finland since? I really want to go there some day too! πŸ€—

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