Quite unexpectedly, I find myself falling in love - not in someone but in one country and its rich culture. I've been interested in this country for many years, but this is the first time that I feel such love for it and its culture.
This country doesn't seem especially popular in the world. Actually, one other coutry, or to be more precise, its "decadent" half has hated it actively. It's the renewed - even intensified - unjustified hatred of the latter country toward the former that has aroused this love of mine.
As someone else who also feels as I do writes, the culture of the latter, or again at least of its "decadent" half, seems so immature, shallow and even sick compared to the culture of the former.
This week I even opened an account in the most popular native social media platform of this beloved country. I only follow some 20 "communities" about its rich culture, including its language and books, in this national language. I enjoy this platform much more than the other three I use - Facebook, Twitter, and Telegram. It has become my online cultural refuge.
Some may say I'm just idealizing this country because I don't live there, so may not be aware of its problems. I did visit it, or to be more precise, its capital, several times in the past (and loved it!). I'm also fully aware of its problems, including one serious mental and one no less serious sociocultural problems plaguing its people for a long time.
Though I completely lost my interest in literature some time ago, I'm even starting to relearn the history of the rich literature of this country. I may finally start reading in the original one of the most important masterpieces written in its national language.