Money, Not All That It's Cracked Up To Be!

 For the love of money?

I can't get those pictures out of my mind. People walking in droves to safety with only a suitcase, backpack or less to their name. Those same people who twenty four hours ago had a home, a life and were living it.

What good does money in the bank do if accounts are frozen or destroyed? What good is having a fat bank balance when you can't draw on it or worse, when no shops are open to spend it in? Ukraine has lifted the curtain on our dream world and shown us what is really important.

Every day I walk past two newly built houses in our street. Houses which have cost a bundle in money and nerves by the look of it. Imagine if the call comes to leave everything behind and only pack that suitcase? Yes, money and stuff isn't all it's cracked up to be.

All of us have watched refugees from the middle east and apart from feeling sorry for them, mainly gone on with our life secure in the obviously somewhat false assumption that it could never happen to us, here in the fortress of safety, Europe.

In less than a week our world view, our life's goals and our grip on reality have changed. Or it should have. Seeing those terrified, exhausted, shell-shocked Ukrainians cross into Poland, Hungary or Romania is a scary reminder that there by the grace of God go we.

The thought of a packed suitcase keeps on lingering in the periphery of my mind. What would I pack? And why was I so stressed out about being a perfect housekeeper when houses can't be kept? No, we need to learn to be thankful and grateful for all that we have or don't have.

What  we are getting are two of those shoulder pouches. How else could we take Mausi with us? Maxi can walk on a leash but only sporadically so that Bob would  have to put him into a pouch. 

My money ( excuse the pun ) is on there being an internal revolution and that this Emperor sans Clothes will be exposed and deposed. As long as not too many lives are lost in his insane attempt at rewriting History. 

Biggi