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There's a Russian fairytale of snowdrops in January a girl meeting the twelve seasons in human form who lead her in the middle of winter to where snowdrops grow I never thought once that I'd live in a land where snowdrops grow in February rather than in April & where the snowy winter has become a memory & where in my childhood we weren't able to buy sauerkraut & pickled gherkins done the way we liked yet which now has become more international & where people smile & say ' sorry' to you politely if you tread on their feet as if their feet were the problem & where time is measured by the Big Ben & Greenwich instead of by the Kremlin & it always rains in summer but there are rarely any thunderstorms & people holiday in places like Majorca & Benidorm if they're working class & France, if they're middle class & where I went to a public ( private) girls' school & wore a red uniform & sang the hymn ' Jerusalem' believing in this green & pleasant land with all my heart until I left & came back again, this time, an adult, a European living through the British recession & shocked at the newly hostile attitude to migrants yet even now when I see those snowdrops in February my heart soars & I'm back living a fairytale a child in wonder just as before
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
Snowdrops
There's a Russian fairytale of snowdrops in January a girl meeting the twelve seasons in human form who lead her in the middle of winter to where snowdrops grow I never thought once that I'd live in a land where snowdrops grow in February rather than in April & where the snowy winter has become a memory & where in my childhood we weren't able to buy sauerkraut & pickled gherkins done the way we liked yet which now has become more international & where people smile & say ' sorry' to you politely if you tread on their feet as if their feet were the problem & where time is measured by the Big Ben & Greenwich instead of by the Kremlin & it always rains in summer but there are rarely any thunderstorms & people holiday in places like Majorca & Benidorm if they're working class & France, if they're middle class & where I went to a public ( private) girls' school & wore a red uniform & sang the hymn ' Jerusalem' believing in this green & pleasant land with all my heart until I left & came back again, this time, an adult, a European living through the British recession & shocked at the newly hostile attitude to migrants yet even now when I see those snowdrops in February my heart soars & I'm back living a fairytale a child in wonder just as before
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
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