I just posted a note on the Ukraine and the Hot Lands of Michoacan, Mexico. Then I read a note in Newsweek by an English journalist who was threatened in Ukraine. Finally I read Paul Krugman's piece today in the NYT.
Like in One Hundred Years of Solitude by the late Gabriel Garcia Marquez, I feel like the last of the Buendias who finally understands the parchments carried by Melquides the gypsy:
The most important presence in the novel outside of the major Buendía male and female characters is the gypsy Melquíades, whose manuscript turns out to be the narrative of the Buendías. He is the gypsy friend of José Arcadio Buendía I, and he introduces Macondo to a host of fabulous things — flying carpets, magnets, daguerreotypes, ice, telescopes, and so on. He appears at the very beginning of the book and reappears in various ghostly reappearances; he stays around until Aureliano Babilonia begins the task of completing the translation of the parchment manuscripts — which Melquíades gives to José Arcadio Buendía
Now I understand everything!
I hope the gypsy's prophecy is not true, and the World Will Not End.
On the other hand it is exhilarating to see clearly.