Nothing could compare with the challenges and excitement of traveling to a place like Africa. I think, the only thing that could top it was getting married and starting a family, but that is a very different kind of adventure.
Small room that fit only our large mattress, a few boxes with belongings and a computer station that my husband, Taka, created by putting one picnic table on top of another, and that was it, the sum of what we had in the whole world.
We didn't have much of a honeymoon. After about a week from our wedding, I flew to Russia, to help with the teachers' and High School students' seminars there. Coming back from such spirit filled endeavor to an ordinary life was not easy. Fortunately, I had a job waiting for me: a receptionist at the Wholesale Seafood company. A year later I was pregnant and on the run.
New York was steaming like a swamp. The Washington Heights, the Spanish Harlem, was in turmoil. The police killed one of the Latino residents of the borough, - that was a reason enough for a riot and arson.
Disoriented from the impossible situation that I found myself in, I wondered the streets obscured by smoke from the fires, passed the looters carrying things out of the stores and concentrated on simply putting one foot in front of another. I also sat in my parents' apartment and melted in the summer heat, while they were visiting my sister in Denmark.
Taka and I.. What can I say? "East is East and West is West?" We just didn't see eye to eye. I was not used to the way he expected me to behave, and I never expected him to behave like he did: arguing about every idea or point of view, throwing tantrums if I disagreed with him, being cranky or outright hysterical for no visible reason.. Leaving and going to my parents seemed like the only thing that made sense. I felt so betrayed and at the end of my rope that I didn't think, what will happen when I'm on my own.
He showed up on my doorstep just in time. I was losing my resolve fast. Everything I knew about marriage came from the shows that I watched and the books. A romantic reunion seemed to be in order. Like a fool that I was, I didn't try to talk things over in a neutral place, to come to some kind of an agreement.