I gave a talk today about Ukrainian independence. I’m now invited as a living witness of historic events, imagine that. I even recently got a request to talk about my memory of Holodomor but I looked really crap that day, so it’s understandable.
During today’s talk, though, I ended up having to excise several of the best parts of the talk. They are based on anecdotes involving my father, and every time I would get to a story like this, I would feel tears choking me. So I edited on the fly.
I finished 20 minutes earlier, and the mangled talk wasn’t nearly as good as usual.
I have another public appearance on Tuesday, and I really hope I manage to hold myself together. I don’t want to become known as a weepy speaker who has fits of hysteria during talks.