On Diaspora and Names

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The Name

My last name, Astarhan, is spelled differently between me, my brothers, and my father. Even the Hebrew spelling differs among parts of the family. Immigration is engraved onto our identification cards and passports. We are a mini diaspora, carrying displacement in our pockets.

The family name is the name of a place. Astrakhan—a city in southern Russia, by the Caspian Sea, near the Persian border. Someone from my family came from there, or passed through, or fled. The name marks movement.

Khan is a historic title—chief, king, ruler—originating among nomadic tribes of the Eurasian Steppe. But khan is also a type of inn, a caravanserai. A trading center and hostel.

A star khan. Am I the star king? Do I have a shelter under the stars?

Continue

• Diasporism — R.B. Kitaj, living in two societies at once
• Meandering migration — queer roots, (un)belonging as possibility
• The Khazars — Atil, the grandfather, radical Yiddishland

Or drift elsewhere:

• Walking the Panke — the river, the walk
• Water as metaphor — what flows, what remains