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===== For 50 years I’ve let friends and strangers share my house – this kind of communal living can make for better lives for all ===== | |||
[https://www.theguardian.com/world/2023/nov/11/for-50-years-ive-let-friends-and-strangers-share-my-house-this-kind-of-communal-living-can-make-for-better-lives-for-all by Lynne Segal 11/11/23 The Guardian] | |||
It’s more than half a century since I first set foot in Heathrow from Sydney, in my mid-20s, clutching my 14-month-old baby in one hand and what little remained of my luggage in the other. My large suitcase, stuffed with books and clothes, had vanished at a stopover at Colombo airport in Sri Lanka, where I narrowly avoided arrest as my infant son had startlingly managed to push an empty trolley into the glass duty-free shop, smashing part of it. I was surrounded by a hubbub of people and noise, and one man in khaki uniform who kept sidling up to me saying quietly, “Get on to the plane.” Slowly, I separated myself from those surrounding me and did just that. Twelve hours later, I landed in London, exhausted and bewildered. | |||
===== As Los Angeles burned, Latino immigrants rushed in to put out fires ===== | ===== As Los Angeles burned, Latino immigrants rushed in to put out fires ===== | ||
Revision as of 11:58, 7 July 2025
For 50 years I’ve let friends and strangers share my house – this kind of communal living can make for better lives for all
by Lynne Segal 11/11/23 The Guardian
It’s more than half a century since I first set foot in Heathrow from Sydney, in my mid-20s, clutching my 14-month-old baby in one hand and what little remained of my luggage in the other. My large suitcase, stuffed with books and clothes, had vanished at a stopover at Colombo airport in Sri Lanka, where I narrowly avoided arrest as my infant son had startlingly managed to push an empty trolley into the glass duty-free shop, smashing part of it. I was surrounded by a hubbub of people and noise, and one man in khaki uniform who kept sidling up to me saying quietly, “Get on to the plane.” Slowly, I separated myself from those surrounding me and did just that. Twelve hours later, I landed in London, exhausted and bewildered.
As Los Angeles burned, Latino immigrants rushed in to put out fires
Maria Garcia does not live in the neighborhoods that have been consumed by the massive Eaton Fire in northeast Los Angeles this week. But Garcia, who is an undocumented immigrant from Guatemala, sometimes cleans houses in those neighborhoods, so she knows people who do.
