Aging on the Run, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
Our plane from Rome to Belgrade, Serbia,, was three hours late. The Serbian government had shut down its airport to rehearse for its upcoming military parade. Despite the ominous delay, I enjoyed the flight. It was a cloudless day. We saw the contours of both Italian...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism, Public History, Racism, Radical Hospitality, Social Movements
Multicultural Sarajevo A melodic chant drowned the raucous sounds of Old Town in Sarajevo. We sat in black wooden chairs facing the chancel in the Serbian Orthodox Museum. A couple crossed themselves in front of holy images. Two women—young, English-speaking,...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, Public History, Social Movements
Our place in Ibaraki, Japan, was dark, cluttered, cheap—and three blocks away from the Sōjiji Temple. There are 80,000 Buddhist Temples in Japan. Sojiji must be the prettiest, kindest, most sanguine, and welcoming. We made it ours, coming every morning to...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Racism, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
White waves, green water, and black volcanic rock, stirred by high wind. The view was wild, but inside the Jeju coffee shop, all was calm. A Korean ballad played softly. I was alone. My partner in this Aging on the Run venture was grocery shopping, leaving me...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, Public History, Radical Hospitality, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
“For the ancient Egyptians, the universe was composed of dualities: fertile and barren, life and death, order and chaos.” Andrew Humphreys, Cairo and the Nile, Eyewitness Travel. 2009. “A new museum has been built to showcase Egypt’s...
Aging on the Run, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Radical Hospitality, Social Movements
On the waterfront in Kadiköy, on the Asian side of Istanbul, in the November afternoon sun, a musician with a man-bun and beard plays on an electrified acoustic guitar. Old men and young women sit with their phones on video, capturing Turkish tunes...
