“Someone told me it’s all happening at the zoo, I do believe it, I do believe it’s true.” Simon and Garfunkel.
I seem to have been to a lot of zoos in my life.
When I first heard of the novel “The Kite Runner” by Khaled Hosseini published in 2003, I understood that it was about growing up in Kabul from the first coup to exile during the Soviet era into 21st century. They made a movie about it that came out in 2007. I did not want to revisit those memories. I was there a long time ago. It was my high school years. But someone turned up from those days last year, so I finally loaded it on to my Kindle and read it.
Khaled Hosseini mentions Marjan the lion at the Kabul Zoo, and he mentioned a date of 1975. It was the lion that made me go back through old photos. I was there in 1971 and also again in about 1974. My parents were posted there that time. I was going through my own coming of age issues, my own ineptitude with the world around me, and my own relations with my family. At 66, I still suppress, and am looking for who I truly am. It is a lifetime pursuit.