A Tale of a Threshold Dweller

Long before I was born the world fell into darkness. It all started with the age of Enlightenment. Peoples awoke. Nations were born. The brains were freed from any chains they might have been bound with. They took their battles into every arena. And it was war.

People were caught in the middle of it. One young couple here. Their families had gathered over time a small fortune with their own hands work. Windows and doors, stairs and roofs – it was spread out in proud display over their city. Their houses, their city, their country, their nation, what could be better in the world? And shouldn’t the best rule the world just as the strongest rules in nature?

Same country, other places, other families there. Two families to be more precise, who had a lot in common though the distance between them prevented them from knowing of each other. Both families have children. They speak the same language like the young couple. Their dads fought in the same war – the one before this – on the same side like the dads of the young couple. They all belong to the same proud nation, or so you should think.

But no. Suddenly it matters that the kids’ moms pray to the same God in a different manner, the way their forefathers did. If they pray at all, since all of the aforementioned were never known to be awfully religious. Yet, is this really just a different religion or a different nation. And if it is a different nation, how could the members thereof ever feel loyal to the one, the best nation and not strive to destroy it?


The weapons fell silent. Bombs had enlightened in some horrible nights the sky over the young couple’s city. This light might have even darkened the darkness in the young couple’s heart and mind as it heavily damaged their pride. Their wealth lay in ashes. Yet, they survived the western front and the fire and in the chaos they started to become a family.

The kids survived. Their families too. Mainly unharmed, but not untouched by what had happened. So a boy from the one family and a girl from the other went out into the world to help build the home of the nation they were told they belonged.

And then they returned as a couple with children to the nation they were born in and that was now split by a wall and guns and more enlightened ideas from completely unchained brains in constant competition. The returning couple choose their side – no, not by ideology, but as a case of family matters. They ended up behind the Wall just like the other couple with their children. They were in the same state again, speaking the same language, nominally standing on the same side. But what would be the chances that they would get along if they ever met?

Their kids fell in love. The one a young soldier, the other on a summer job in a summer camp, they were paired up by their best friends so that the later could spend some private moments alone. The unlikely match-up worked. And the time of my birth should come.


The world I was born in wasn’t mine. It was populated by people, what is a scary thing. I struggled to understand. And the world got topsy-turvy. And it was still not mine. And I travelled and I moved and I observed and I studied – people. I am never a match, never a complete stranger, but always a stranger between the worlds. I am me. I am unique. What do you expect, as this is my story?

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