Won't You Be My Distant Neighbor?
I'm fairly certain I've written about this subject before, being inundated with little old ladies from foreign countries on YouTube. It all began last year when I was enthralled by an older couple who live in Azerbaijan. Their son is the videographer who makes their home look like what heaven should look like. An abundance of flowers, fruit, vegetables and pet crows, all in beautiful living colors. I have watched the woman make enough food for thirty people whilst the old man tinkers about pulling weeds and planting more flowers. It's so pretty I question whether it's real, but I think it is.
Then I got a visit from an old lady who lives in the hills in Siberia. I felt truly bad for her because I think she was being used. She was handed a pair of new, bulky slippers before her day of drudgery began. The look on her face was one of confusion, as if she had never received a gift in her life. Looking at her surroundings it was easy to surmise she lived a really hard life, definitely not like the Azerbaijan family.
Now I get a lonely Japanese woman and two Ukrainian women who I've named Ukrainian rich and Ukrainian poor. They both live in squalor, but one has a nicer stove. It's easy to start feeling sorry for these women as they slowly move through their day. Stoking the fire, carrying in water and firewood, feeding the chickens, baking, cooking, sweeping... everything we all have to do to survive, except the majority of us don't need to snap a chicken's neck for the dinner meal. Their hands are massive from doing daily chores. Even with the stove constantly going, the women seem to wear every clothing apparel they own. Their morning wash is what the British call, "a lick and a promise." In vulgar circles it's called a whore's bath, where you stand at the sink and wash your hair and private bits as well as you can in freezing temperatures with a filthy rag. (don't worry, these are g-rated videos)
I actually enjoy watching these women go through their day because I feel connected to them. We are old, but we can't just stop and give up. We have seen things. They live in a country where a madman wants to kill them. Same here. They walk outside with a view of mountains and forests. I walk outside with a view to a street with a bus stop and a gas station around the corner where I can buy beer, a bong and baked goods. Tonight I made a meal the poor Ukrainian had made earlier using homemade dumplings, fried mystery meat, onions and chicken fat. I used leftover sausage, onions, olive oil and a pinch of barbecue sauce. It was delicious.
Every day another little old lady arrives on the algorithm express. I don't think I can keep up with all of them. They'll never know me and I wonder if they even care. I hope the family member who is recording their lives gives them something besides giant fuzzy slippers.
*Illustration from Freepik

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