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Oct. 12th, 2006 07:00 pmIts really interesting the kinds of sensory associations your brain makes for itself. For me, probably obviously, music is the strongest of senses for making associations, although I've noticed that smell and taste are also strong for me; visual and tactile are the lowest, for some reason.
But while listening to my iPod today, my brain made a sudden association that kind of startled me.
I discovered the U2 song, All I Want Is You last summer when I got my U2 iPod, and downloaded the U2 box set. It quickly became one of my favorite love songs. Its still number two on my "Love Songs" playlist, right after ABBA's Take a Chance on Me.
But the association isn't a love or crush or infatuation one. Its a friendship one, and, for lack of a better way to put it, a political one.
In Palestine, in Tuwani, CPT works with an Italian group called Operation Dove. They're all really cool, fun people, and it was a joy to work with them. My last couple weeks there, I made a really good friend, named Laura (in Italian, it is pronounced "LOW-ra"). We discovered almost immediately that we shared an affection for U2, but also especially for the song "All I Want is You". When it came up on my iTunes on my laptop, we'd sit together on the mat, listening to that song over and over with goofy grins on our faces. It drove our housemates a little nuts. But we bonded over that, and even though I worked with her less than the others, she was the one I was closest to when I left.
So the song makes me think of Laura. Which then makes me think of that awful day with the settlers and the soldiers, when she was one of our team to be assaulted by soldiers.
Luckily, it also makes me think of the day, while waiting for the ever-tardy school escort to take the children home to the next village, when Laura challenged the children to a pick-up game of football (soccer), albeit with a completely dead, flat ball.
Then that makes me think of the little tykes. Which makes me think of the village. And a whole host of memories come tumbling out.
This time last year, I was in Tuwani. It was the most amazing experience I've ever had in my life. By now, I was supposed to be back there. That has been my biggest struggle throughout this whole injury think. I know I keep blabbing about it, and showing pictures that are now almost a year old. But I have to keep reminding myself that everything is okay; I'll be well enough soon to go. Even if "soon" has a very fluid meaning.
See how my mind tortures me?!? I go from a love song by U2 (have I mentioned that I'm going to marry Bono?) to a new friend, to a war zone, to physical therapy, all in the course of about four minutes. But at least my brain works now!
I miss Laura. I should get her email address and send her pictures.
But while listening to my iPod today, my brain made a sudden association that kind of startled me.
I discovered the U2 song, All I Want Is You last summer when I got my U2 iPod, and downloaded the U2 box set. It quickly became one of my favorite love songs. Its still number two on my "Love Songs" playlist, right after ABBA's Take a Chance on Me.
But the association isn't a love or crush or infatuation one. Its a friendship one, and, for lack of a better way to put it, a political one.
In Palestine, in Tuwani, CPT works with an Italian group called Operation Dove. They're all really cool, fun people, and it was a joy to work with them. My last couple weeks there, I made a really good friend, named Laura (in Italian, it is pronounced "LOW-ra"). We discovered almost immediately that we shared an affection for U2, but also especially for the song "All I Want is You". When it came up on my iTunes on my laptop, we'd sit together on the mat, listening to that song over and over with goofy grins on our faces. It drove our housemates a little nuts. But we bonded over that, and even though I worked with her less than the others, she was the one I was closest to when I left.
So the song makes me think of Laura. Which then makes me think of that awful day with the settlers and the soldiers, when she was one of our team to be assaulted by soldiers.
Luckily, it also makes me think of the day, while waiting for the ever-tardy school escort to take the children home to the next village, when Laura challenged the children to a pick-up game of football (soccer), albeit with a completely dead, flat ball.
Then that makes me think of the little tykes. Which makes me think of the village. And a whole host of memories come tumbling out.
This time last year, I was in Tuwani. It was the most amazing experience I've ever had in my life. By now, I was supposed to be back there. That has been my biggest struggle throughout this whole injury think. I know I keep blabbing about it, and showing pictures that are now almost a year old. But I have to keep reminding myself that everything is okay; I'll be well enough soon to go. Even if "soon" has a very fluid meaning.
See how my mind tortures me?!? I go from a love song by U2 (have I mentioned that I'm going to marry Bono?) to a new friend, to a war zone, to physical therapy, all in the course of about four minutes. But at least my brain works now!
I miss Laura. I should get her email address and send her pictures.
