I didn't have a chance to get all introspective over this, though, because a really amazing visitor turned up to synagogue. An elderly Lithuanian Jew who decided to stay in Lithuania after the horrors of Nazi occupation, waiting patiently through the equally horrific Soviet period for some Jews to come and find him so he could tell his story. The Jews who eventually did so happened to be Swedish, and brought him to Stockholm to bear witness. He was speaking in Yiddish, partially translated by the community into Swedish, both of which are languages I can vaguely guess at but no more than that, so I only got the rough gist of what he was saying. Family and friends murdered by Russian troops... viewed the Germans as liberators at first... Jews more frequently shot on the spot in Lithuania and buried in mass graves there rather than sent to the death camps... Jewish tombstones dating from the 14th century used as building materials... surviving family now in Israel and South Africa. The community asked him to lead us in the mourners' prayer, the Kaddish, which he did, somewhat stumblingly, and he commented afterwards that it was the first time in fifty years that he had prayed with a Jewish community.
Then I went to work and had a good knock-down argument with my boss. In some ways I had a similar sort of creative relationship with boss S back in Dundee, but my current boss is less likely to need reminding that he isn't my mother. So now I'm all buzzing with ideas and plans. I also discovered a note that someone had found the incubator broken on Friday and rescued all my cells, for which I am deeply, deeply grateful.
I really wanted to spend the train journey home reflecting on all this, but ran into Milo so I had to be polite to him instead. And I've spent what was left of the evening buying and preparing food so I can feed ploni_bat_ploni tomorrow.
I should probably talk about how I spent the weekend too, but I'm overwhelmed and also tired. Oh, I'm really getting into ellen_kushner's Swordspoint at the moment.