I should make clear that there is no logical reason for me to have been fighting for my life, and fighting to do real work, on the streets are of my country all of these years. I have no bad habits, lead a very clean life, keep in intellectual, physical and spiritual shape. No mendicancy ever, strict daily disciplune. My degrees were strong (first tier) and my experience in theatre significant and wide ranging. And yet, decades of fighting to survive in impossible situations, almost invisible.
Perhaps it has so something to do with my family's work (not mine) or perhaps I stepped on the toes of some soi-disant master if the universe.
There's been a string of these notes in the blog with springtime--the mind thaws. But I do need to make this clear -- there is no logic or reason to the excruciatingly difficult position I've been in. See the note attached to my online CV for details on the slog.