A newly deciphered letter home dating back around 1,800 years reveals the pleas of a young Egyptian soldier named Aurelius Polion who was serving, probably as a volunteer, in a Roman legion in Europe.
In the letter, written mainly in Greek, Polion tells his family that he is desperate to hear from them and that he is going to request leave to make the long journey home to see them. Addressed to his mother (a bread seller), sister and brother, part of it reads: “I pray that you are in good health night and day, and I always make obeisance before all the gods on your behalf. I do not cease writing to you, but you do not have me in mind,” it reads. [In Photos: Gladiators of the Roman Empire]
“I am worried about you because although you received letters from me often, you never wrote back to me so that I may know how you …” (Part of the letter hasn’t survived.)
Polion says he has written six letters to his family without response, suggesting some sort of family tensions. (1)
All the same.
We do not.
Technology, progress, civilization all seem irrelevant when it comes to what truly matters.
We all seek someone to love us, someone to speak to us.
Polion is still here. In everyone of us.