My birthday (July 17) has been clouded over the past decades by various calamities and tragedies.
- 1981. The Hyatt skywalks fell in Kansas City. 114 people died.
- 1996. TWA flight 800 explodes over Long Island Sound. 230 people died.
- 1998. Papua New Guinea tsunami killed more than 2200 people.
- 1999. The world woke on July 17 to news of the death of John F. Kennedy, Jr.
- 2014. Malaysia Airlines flight 17 was shot down over Ukraine. 298 people died.
I don’t think this day is particularly cursed, any more than any other day. But my own natal day perhaps distills may attention a little bit!
This morning, as I lounge in my flat in Vienna, I’ve been watching the world’s reaction to our American president. His unconscionable bloviations in Helsinki yesterday are being reported with utter amazement on BBC, Sky News, CNN, and the French English-language news feed.
And one must wonder: is his treason the beginning of something even more tragic than the one-off events that I associate with my birthday?