Wednesday, March 04, 2009
In My Youngest Son's Motherland
It must be nice to be able to go to one's motherland and be close to one's roots. Here I am once again in the mighty Tatras, this time with my youngest son so he can see and appreciate where half of him comes from. The mighty Tatras, so rugged and so beautiful, looking proud and steadfast as ever.
It has been a pleasure coming to these mountains over the years and watch the people of this land gain their freedom from the yoke of Communism and totalitarianism. They seem to be more prosperous every year, and they deserve it. They are good honest hard working people.
And I wonder will there be enough time when I can go back with my boys to show them their fatherland. The Caspian Sea, Sahand and Sabalan mountains, the Alborz and Zagros mountains, the Persian Gulf and so much more.