Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Couple Without A Country

It's so great to be back home! Back with Sven and RockFrog and all the other animals, in our lovely little place, downtown Zooropa, USA.

Well, now that we've got a couple of regular readers, perhaps we should show the decency to explain this last bit – without overdoing it, of course.

For better or for worse, we, Mimi and Roufa, were born in two different countries in two different years. After quite some spreading, our wave functions finally managed to overlap in a third country and they remain entangled ever since. Now we live together in a fourth country. Give us some time and we may end up in yet a fifth. In short, we belong nowhere in particular. We float.

Our countries of origin evolve without us, visit by visit our memories get scrambled and confused. Our present country of residence we will never fully comprehend. Clearly we are sentenced to lifelong tourism, to perennial stupidity. We are doomed to constantly being taken by surprise. It's not the worst thing that could happen to us.

Our household's official language is English. In reality, we have our own dialect, sprinkled with elements of all the languages that we've ever had to use. We suspect, though, that every household has its own dialect, more or less.

Have you got your own dialect?

We've never been to the Third World, strictly speaking.

As far as we know, there is no place called Zooropa in the US. So that's where we live.

We own no house and we own no car. We hope to own a puppy before the year is out.

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Who we are is really not important. We are in the eye of the beholder. So we'll just shut up and suck our eggs, like good kids.

3 comments:

footiam said...

Third World isn't such a bad place to be, I suppose.

Roufa Tav Gosou & Mimi Lass said...

We wouldn't know, footiam.

Bimmy the Bookish said...

We like to think of you living somewhere near the Reading Hero lounge, perhaps joining Rock Frog and Sven as they sip their cocktails whilst reading good books. We like to think of you being near enough to pop into the DAFTS Gallery for a browse.
We can tell that your diversity and well travelled-ness makes you open to the wonderfully silly, and easily disgusted by stupidity.
Do we really need to know more??
Are we defined by where we come from??
Must we be popped into the catbox for easier identification??
Is that what has happened to Catpaw - it's a worry that he is so quiet, isnt it??
Be bold, Roufa Tav and Mimi,
Be silly,
Be insightful,
Be yourselves - hurrah!!