My dad’s world.

“It’s essential to know what’s going on in the world”, my dad used to say.

“It defines who you are as a human being!”

So he taught us to read multiple newspapers, watch the news, and be interested in politics, culture, and history.

Study, remember, reflect, and discuss.

Know shit.

Always use your mind.

That was his thing.

For most of his life, he was the erudite man, the smart and politically engaged citizen of the planet.

An educated stage actor, well-read, and a teacher.

He loved discussions, he loved reading.

He was always up to date.

And now he has Alzheimer’s.

Yeah.

It’s pretty ironic, because all the stuff he knew about everything, all the things that were so important to him and seemed to define him, are mostly shattered or dissolved.

He doesn’t read newspapers anymore, and he doesn’t watch the news (and if he does, he doesn’t remember).

He has no clue what’s going on at present, because most of the time he has no idea in what year he’s living, or even where he is.