** Some thoughts: 2:07PM (GMT+11) | Sydney, Australia (resting with multiple blankets over my body trying desperately to keep warm) **
A good friend of mine, who's family now live in Australia, shed light on his Iranian roots earlier this year during an evening commute up the New South Wales coast for a weekend getaway that we'd planned. It's a country which I lacked (and still lack) much knowledge about, so it was interesting hearing him explain the political and cultural environment of the country in the '70s and '80s, which, due to multiple factors, resulted in his father leaving the country, and detaching himself from his family and culture in the process.
I've never met my friend's father, but the way he described him conjured up this image of a man who, I imagine, carries with him a lot of trauma, the kind that's locked away inside, not easily accessible to anyone, including his own family. In Australia, he's safe, free to spend his days sitting at home watching television without much interaction with others. He can't return back to Iran, not even to visit his family - he'd arrive and wouldn't be able to leave (the same applies for his son and daughter). I wonder then why he's found himself here, in Australia, living this life that seems, in my eyes, quite stationary. Does he find this life fulfilling? Does he wish he was elsewhere? Does he secretly wonder what his life might look like if history played out differently? What role did he play in this history that's now transpired? What's his story?
Whilst reading about Ismael in Hossein Asgari's Only the Sound Remains, I was reminded of my friend's father.
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Watching the John Lennon & Yoko Ono documentary, One to One: John & Yoko, last night, my mind keeps thinking: the climate of the post-WWII world; the discourse of people who sought to provide an answer to the question: how can we stop global conflict, like that seen in the first half of the 20th century, from happening again; it all feels so distant to me as an Australian, 25-years old, living in Sydney. Through art and stories like that in Only the Sound Remains or One to One: John & Yoko, I'm able to take a peek into this period of time, explore a world where ideas were dangerous, where revolutionary activities overthrew governments, changed leadership structures, upended social order; a time where people stood firm, brave, willing to die for what they believed in; a world where so many questions were asked; where liberalism, as an idea, was still up for debate: is the ideal liberal society a communist one or a democratic one? Even if this "world" I describe is still playing out in other parts of the planet, I do feel like the global nature it once had in the wake of WWII has since passed. Stability prevails in the privileged bubble of a world that I inhabit. There are, however, people who live amongst my bubble who remember this "world" that's so foreign to me; it's a world that still very much inhabit, even if they don't necessarily disclose it to others.