All along my journey I literally visited great poets and writers, and philosophers. Then again, isn’t every great writer or poet also a philosopher? Almost immediately after arriving to Dublin, I saw him and before I knew I was sitting next to and loving my Oscar, thinking about the magnificence of life and how changing times made it possible for me to hug him. I’m just wild about Oscar’s wit and the lasting relevance of his major writings.
All along my journey I literally bumped into street names and monuments erected to commemorate other writers and poets and philosophers, got to hear music played on instruments that belonged to great musicians and composers, and also visited the house where Victor Hugo lived for twelve years during his exile from his beloved France. More about that, another time.
Maybe because of that a peculiar occurrence happened: all along my journey I literally bumped into people who were so very familiar to me. Well, they looked like someone I know or had known in real life. My husband and I even started calling out (quietly, so that only we could hear) who they reminded us of. Everyone has a double, or a triple, they say… and guess what, they don’t lie.