99 Red Balloons
Mar. 17th, 2003 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geminigirlI came home to a notice about disaster preparedness from my management company. That's not a promising sign.
Tonight, as I entered JDC, in the intake room, being searched was one of the kids I knew from other work at that site. He'd been released. But he saw me and waved at smiled. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him. It's hard to escape from the cycle for some kids, I guess.
I'm thinking about the first iteration of the Gulf War...I remember so vividly where I was when Iraq invaded Kuwait...at Buck's Rock Camp which was a life changing experience on it's own...but then Kuwait was invaded, and one of the morning announcements included a comment about "for those counselors who have cars, this will mean higher gas prices."
I went to Germany shortly after that, and although I spoke (speak) German, I wanted English language information...my German wasn't that good. It was impossible to find in my small village, so whenever I travelled to Cologne, I would find whatever English language newspaper I could.
I came back, and learned to drink coffee, and cut school to protest.
I cried the night the war began. I had to play a concert...they put TVs in the green room for the performers.
They put TVs in the cafeteria, in the outer library (which was the lounge where I hung out...we had no study halls, so if you weren't scheduled for something you just kind of found some place to go, or left campus.)
I watched the War on TV.
I hate how this war is being treated like just another reality TV show. It's not. It's reality.
Tonight, as I entered JDC, in the intake room, being searched was one of the kids I knew from other work at that site. He'd been released. But he saw me and waved at smiled. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him. It's hard to escape from the cycle for some kids, I guess.
I'm thinking about the first iteration of the Gulf War...I remember so vividly where I was when Iraq invaded Kuwait...at Buck's Rock Camp which was a life changing experience on it's own...but then Kuwait was invaded, and one of the morning announcements included a comment about "for those counselors who have cars, this will mean higher gas prices."
I went to Germany shortly after that, and although I spoke (speak) German, I wanted English language information...my German wasn't that good. It was impossible to find in my small village, so whenever I travelled to Cologne, I would find whatever English language newspaper I could.
I came back, and learned to drink coffee, and cut school to protest.
I cried the night the war began. I had to play a concert...they put TVs in the green room for the performers.
They put TVs in the cafeteria, in the outer library (which was the lounge where I hung out...we had no study halls, so if you weren't scheduled for something you just kind of found some place to go, or left campus.)
I watched the War on TV.
I hate how this war is being treated like just another reality TV show. It's not. It's reality.
