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I was born at the end of the cold war, unaware of the danger we were emerging from. Duck and cover drills (as if those could protect schoolchildren from a nuclear blast) were a curiosity of the past.
The farmer-poet Wendell Berry, who wrote about the dread of nuclear war, died recently. From his 1968 “The peace of wild things”:
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least...
Hello everyone! Due to the low number of sign-ups we’ve decided to skip this month’s women+non binary meetup. We hope you enjoy the wonderful Berlin spring, and for those at EAG London we wish you fruitful conversations! We’re looking forward to seeing you again in the next meetup of the series.