Drifting: 3.
To move leisurely or sporadically from
place to place, especially without purpose or regular employment: a day
laborer, drifting from town to town.
Oxford English Dictionary
Reminiscences,
even extensive ones, do not always amount to an autobiography. [...] For even
if months and years appear here, it is in the form they have in the moment of
recollection. This strange form—it may be called fleeting or eternal—is in
neither case the stuff that life is made of.
Benjamin, Walter. A Berlin Chronicle. 1932.
Benjamin, Walter. A Berlin Chronicle. 1932.
Bulgaria 1989 |
Setting
the scene
It’s probably a contradiction in terms but I’ve
always been good at drifting. Not in a sophisticated Guy Debord, Derive way, nor
in a Clint Eastwood High Plains Drifter style and not even in a Jack Black[1]
hobo manner. Instead, my drifting was just an antidote to making any hard
decisions and is probably part of my DNA. I drifted through school from one
thing to another, then from job to job, then to university and, decades later,
even 11,000 km across the world. And
through my aptitude for drifting is how I came to travel around Eastern Europe
for 6 months with my then girlfriend, Sheela.[2]