تبعيدی ها

دارم کتاب «غفلت»‌ (Ignorance) ميلان کوندرا رو می‌خونم. راجع‌به چند تا مهاجر چکی در فرانسه‌اس (مثل خود کوندرا). يه پاراگراف کوتاه درباره احساس يک تبعيدی نسبت به وطنش داره که يکی از بهترين تعابيريه که راجع به همچين مساله‌ای خوندم. يجورايی هم وصف حال من و امثال منه در اين ديار دور از ايران:

The same moviemaker of the subconcious who, by day, was sending her bits of the home landscape as images of happiness, by night would set up terrifying returns to that same land. The day was lit with the beauty of the land forsaken, the night by the horror of returning to it. The day would show her the paradise she had lost; the night, the hell she had fled.