Stories
Large and Complex
One Saturday evening, we had dinner and continued our conversation over wine. Ethiopian Jazz was playing in the corner. The books he had been reading for his research had overflown from the shelf and were stacked on the couch and floor. Our conversations were often more like interviews. I had lots of questions. I often asked about history, which he found interesting and even concerning. He once told me, “it is curious that your generation has become reactionary.” Curious, I suppose, because we are chidren of a revolutionary generation.
Brothers at War
It was 1998 and I had just started life in the US. I was not yet eating pizza and cheeseburgers, but I was getting used to the taste of American injera.