How Do We Know Each Other?

Further Info

This story was made on a four and a half day training workshop for people intending to work on storytelling projects with young people.

The workshop was led by Liz Milner and Ruth Jacobs and was supported by Bristol’s Museums, Galleries & Archives.

Transcript

When I arrived in Bristol I felt alone in a sea of people. I had left a much larger city where I had belonged but was now displaced, bewildered and lost.

It took a long time to navigate through the sea of Bristol, to take on board the new sounds and smells and sights. But this sea is made from many droplets of water continually merging, forming and dispersing.

When I arrived in Bristol I only knew one native but it’s funny who you get to know, and who you meet: I could have sat next to you on the X39 – I took it twice a day for a year. Or did I run next to you in the Race for Life across the Downs?

Anyway, don’t forget to say hello at the Ashton Court Festival this year. I no longer feel lost at sea, instead secure in realising that I know somebody, who knows everybody who knows me.

So tell me, how do we know each other?

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