Psychoanalysis and air travel

A lot of my situation is written in memoir form. You can find it on Amazon. Beware of narrow and self-serving interpretations though.

I lived in colonial Rhodesia and in 1980, when the regime changed from white, minority rule to black majority rule, in due course under the nominally “Marxist” dictator, Mugabe, many of my friends began to leave the country. We called it “taking the gap”.

My sense of things it that many Western readers, but above all those who embrace psychoanalysis or a very individualistic notion of being, cannot understand how suddenly I could have have fewer friends than before. Perhaps I was evil or had a personality change?

Three years later, my parents decided that we too ought to migrate, so we go onto a plane and left our country of origin forever. Of course, after this, my “personality” changed even more in that I could not longer relate to those things I was most used to. I was cast onto the turbulent seas of novelty and estrangement.

The only thing I can put it down to is the pathological danger of air travel at a tender age. It must have brought out the worst in me.