There are good days.
And not so good days.
And then there are really good days blighted by both malevolent situations and people.
A good day to remind myself where I came from. Once upon a time, several of my closest peers and colleagues ( God bless them, they have scattered across the globe from our homeland ), when I am down and almost out, would bring me somewhere, to remind me, “never again” and that if I survived it, all the cr4p people threw at us was nothing. Against it all, and there is much to do, we still have come a long way.
This was taken by Google Map rovers 2023 February, the only comfort I had at the end of the day where I slept for months was still there. More than 25 years has passed. It was still there.
I am sending the place a new bench today. Not to remind me of where I came from but to remember I was beaten down by the fates but was not beaten.
