Anyone ever have certain moments, Romanov-related ones, when you get filled with this kind of extreme interest and/or compassion? And you're suddenly kind of there? I was just now re-reading this good story my sister wrote about their last night and was kind of imagining them partially as my family, because of the closeness in both groups, and thought seriously about how scary it would be and envisioned it, as I do relatively rarely, as a totally plausible and true event--something to be startlingly aware of rather than have only read about. I guess I sometimes hold both our families in the same regard becuase we're rather similar in a way.
How about you? Ever have random moments when you feel inexplicably moved, or when your interest is suddenly rekindled?
