My parents were originally supposed to visit New York these days. I have not seen them for more than a year. Last time I saw them was through a veil created by the fever delirium of a pneumonia I had caught while traveling from Paris to their home near Frankfurt. We have spoken since, of course. We speak on weekends mostly. They are quite excellent conversations. It is a slow progression, a slow change of rolls. I am not there now, but I can see that in about twenty years or so their actions will become transparent to me just the way my actions were completely predictable to them when I was a boy twenty years ago. There is a shift and the shift will become stronger as we progress through our relationship. Right now our conversations are very invigorating and good.
They will probably not come to visit this year at all. My mother works for a bank and she was requested not to travel to the United States this year. Yes, I am not kidding. Also, when I began asking questions about the angle of reportage about the current situation presented on German Television, my mother just changed the topic to my and his new electric scooter. Yes, my got this really excellent electric scooter. It is just missing a little sticker that would show to a policeman that the thing is allowed on German streets. It is not. And so we were talking about a new fun thing.
I love my parents. And I somehow must assume that they love me. (I am one of these single children, you know.)
And my parents will not be coming to New York this year. They were supposed to come here in April. This month would be great to show them that New York is not as cold as all the times when they came here and there was snow. Oh, wait, there was some serious snow storm here just a few hours ago. Maybe it is good that they o not to come and visit this year. Hmm, and I am not going to Europe this year. My parents will go to Venice, see the Biennale... hmm...