My sister and I used to tell each other Nasreddin stories when family dinners got too intense but now she rolls her eyes when I try and says we're too old for that nonsense and I don't know how to navigate family chaos without our shared secret language.
More people experience this than they realize.
The absurd stories that once provided refuge from family intensity now feel childish to one person, leaving the other without their trusted ally.
“Where Are You with Nasreddin Hodja's stories — wisdom through absurdity?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.