At the end of “The Truman Show,” the boat that he has taken has sailed into a wall. He had found the end of his world, and he realized that there was more beyond it. And as he left, he took a bow and said (essentially), “Thanks for watching.” And he walked out the door.
I have dealt with a similar wall that I have pounded against for 16 years. In dreams and in my waking moments, I often fear that Germany only existed in the pictures that I saw, the video that was shown to me, and through the people that said they were from there. It has felt fake, perhaps because I associate a lot of fiction with computers, the internet and television. Is my fear well placed? Maybe not. But that is what humanity is all about, is seeing if something is real, or if it is fake. And as I write this, the minutes tick away until I am taken to the airport and board the flight past this wall. Read more