Tuesday, February 01, 2011
It's funny. Last night I wrote about Fiddler on the Roof and tonight I ended up watching the first half of the film with K.K. She's home sick with some kind of virus and mentioned wanting to see the filmm again so we watched together on the couch with cold wind outside shaking the trees. It is so hard for her to understand the tension between the Jewish community and other Russians in the film, and impossible for me to explain. Bob's been reading about Somalia, Miramar, places all over the world where hate based on ethnic or religious differences is causing devastation right now. I guess I don't understand any better than K.K.