Friday, November 30, 2007
My relationship with my name ‘Penelope’ was always controversial I loved to hate it for various reasons. In Greece was a dated name from the Greek mythology. The children in school didn’t care about this detail and deformed it without mercy, penelo (brush in greek). When arrived in England I had the same flashbacks from childhood. The name I had nursed for so long and I though I had cured it, now in the new country it has had a relapse again. The English Penelope was different from the Greek Pinelopi, different intonation different pronunciation. I was behaving as an Alzheimer’s patient in the public places, when they call my name. Simply I didn’t recognize it and I didn’t respond. I had a new identity to conform to in the new country.