My grandfather was out of Czechoslovakia taking a family friend's daughter to Israel and as he was making his return home, his father sent word not to come back, that things were going bad and that if he never heard from him again, to observe his death on a particular date (I wonder if my mother has that date somewhere?). Imagine getting that kind of a telegram from your father. Most of my grandfather's family, including his wife and two sons, died in the camps. One brother fought in the resistance, and was poisoned. Some of his family did get out though - I visited some in Israel in July. But when I was at Yad Vashem, D told me that my grandfather had worked out that he knew something like 90 or 120 people from his village who were killed in the camps/by the Nazis as they came through.
That's a bit depressing.
Anyway. It's backstory.
So I'm sitting there last night talking about the stockmarket crash and all the banks collapsing with my Dad and the doctor-guy. And I had this really surreal moment. We were in a room, packed with people around a table eating and drinking and celebrating the Rosh Hashanah and there we were discussing the state of the world and what we thought might happen next. How it affects the US Presidential campaign, how safe our money is etc etc. And contemplating the idea of suddenly losing everything. And I was thinking that this would be what it was like back in the 1920s/1930s when people were assessing what was going on in Germany and the war and how bad you thought things might go or what could happen. I know it was probably the shoes I was wearing, and also a little bit of an oldfashioned top, but if I squinted just a bit, and heard a Big Band type song playing in the background, it could have been 1932. It was really surreal.
Then I woke up today to hear that the US market has free fallen more than it did in the crash that caused the Depression.