As I sit here enjoying this beautiful day, I start to think about how this suburban fenced in community resembles what may become of the cherry orchard. My mind starts to drift off and imagine how the people that used to live here on this land used to live. How were their homes? Did they have to leave because of economic pressures? Where may they be now? Stuck in the city, forced to work at the traffic light selling gum or cigarettes?
The more I read Chekov, the more I realize that his work mirrors our reality. The reality that may be hidden behind a curtain...
I'm finishing off my blog now, and I sadly come to the realization that it's time to head back to Bogota; my reality.
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