I did one thing just lately that may have been inconceivable to me at virtually any level previous to the previous a number of years of my life. I—born in America’s heartland, a former U.S. authorities official, somebody who has devoted most of his grownup life to grappling with questions of how you make this country better and stronger—grew to become a citizen of one other nation. I didn’t and would by no means hand over my U.S. citizenship. However now, I’ve two passports, one U.S. and one Austrian.
Let me clarify, which requires a little bit again story after which some reflection on the instances by which we reside.
My Dad was an athletic man. Practically six-foot-two. He performed tennis and lifted weights effectively into his eighties. Then, an outdated kidney ailment associated to his childhood poverty and malnutrition in Nazi-controlled Vienna pressured him into dialysis. A decline started that made it not possible for him to stroll. For somebody who had been so lively his complete life, immobility was a jail sentence, insupportable.