When I lived with my parents, Christmas was a great celebration of loneliness. While all my friends spent 3-5 days with food and gift excesses, I sat bored at home.┬áIf I had known Hannah Arendt’s “Jewish Writings” at the age of 13, I would at least have known an expression of my feelings: Outcast. While Arendt’s writings deal with the lack of a political identity for Jews, I simply did not want to feel so excluded. Continue reading