I will find you

This couldn’t be it, she thought while she stood there looking at him. She had no more tears left to cry, no more feelings left to feel, she just stood there, looking at his lifeless body. This wasn’t what we agreed upon, she thought. We said we’d stay together for ever, for an eternity, we would grow old together, sit on that bench near the pond looking at the geese come back from their long flight after a long winter. He broke his promise and now he was lying there, white as a sheet and cold, so very cold. People came to her and talked to her but she barely heard what they said. She wished they’d all leave.
She wanted to be alone, even if it was just for one more minute, for one more moment to hold his hand.

She looked up when someone touched her arm. They said it was time to close the coffin.
No, she shook her head, it wasn’t. Just give me one fucking minute alone. She had said it out loud hadn’t she? They were all staring at her so she must have. She didn’t care. Someone closed the doors and she was alone with him.
She walked to the man she had known and loved for so long.

‘This isn’t fair’ she whispered ‘you promised me.’

She took his cold, ice cold, hand in hers and stood and watched, waited. Someone coughed behind her but she shook her head, no, not yet. It wasn’t time yet. She looked at his face again, a few days ago those now closed eyes had looked at her all bright and smiling and he had said;

‘If something ever happens, wait for me. I will find you again wherever you are.’

She had laughed at him but he was so serious. She leaned forward and kissed his cold lips and whispered ‘Wait for me, I will find you again.’
 

This time when they came she had to let go. She swallowed hard when they closed the coffin. She didn’t hear the people around her saying how sorry they were how he would be missed.
She just stood there numb to all of it, repeating in her head; ‘wait for me, I will find you wherever you are.’

The weeks that followed went by in a daze. She did things without feeling them without really noticing. Just on autopilot she thought. Autumn came and went, the dreaded December month came and went. She made herself scares from friends and family. Maybe it wasn’t a good thing but on the other hand… for her it was the best thing she could do. She knew she could live without him, but she didn’t want to. Life had no meaning without someone who you connect with, share things with, laugh with, or even cry with. Before she knew him she felt alone in life, when she met him she felt a connection like it was meant to be, like she knew him before. He once said it was from another life time. She’d always mocked him for it but now that he was gone, she started to think he’d been right about that. One January morning she walked to the pond and sat on the bench were she had been sitting a lot with him. She remembered when they first met. She was sitting right here on this very spot, looking at the ducks feeling alone and sorry for herself when he came sitting next to her with a loaf of bread to feed the ducks. He didn’t say much, just smiled so lovely and warm at first. Before he even spoke she knew what he was going to say.

‘Fancy meeting you here’ he said and smiled. 

She had never even seen him before and yet… She knew him from somewhere.

‘I know you’ she said ‘Don’t I?’

‘Yes’ he smiled.

‘I’ve never seen you before though’

‘No you haven’t’ again the smile.

‘But how?’ 

‘I’ve found you’ he simply said.

That was 10 years ago. Just 10 years! That was nothing! He was just 34 when he died. They were supposed to grow old together, here, and right here on this bench.
She spent her days on the bench. Watching winter end and spring begin, the geese returning from wherever they’ve been. Still she hadn’t cried. Not a single tear. All the while she just sat there during the day numb really and lying awake half the night.

‘You have to cry’ her mum said ‘this isn’t good you holding it all in’

She just looked at her and shrugged. How would you know, she thought. I lost my soulmate, my reason for being.
Spring went and summer came, summer went and autumn came and it was already one year since he’d passed. She just couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t go on like this, without him. Year after year went by, and still she felt numb and no one could help her. She wouldn’t let them get close enough. Not anymore. She kept everyone at a distance. It hurt too much.

After a couple of years, winter was just starting to leave; she sat on the bench when the geese came back.

While she looked at the geese she felt a tug at her jacket and a little voice said; ‘I’m back, I’ve found you again.’

She looked up startled at a little boy who could be no older than three years old. He stood there smiling a warm smile and held out his arms for a hug.
She hesitated but she held out her arms and the boy jumped on her lap and cuddled her.

‘Did you miss me?’ he asked.

‘I…’ she didn’t know what to say.

‘It’s me!’ the boy said again nodding. ‘Sorry I had to leave early don’t be sad anymore’

She looked at the boy again and when she looked in his eyes she felt it. All of a sudden she started to cry. All the tears from years past came flooding out and she couldn’t stop them.

‘There, there’ the boy said patting her arm.

‘I’m so sorry’ a woman’s voice came ‘Is he bothering you? Don’t you run away from me young man!’

‘Oh, no he isn’t’ she said ‘it’s just something he said that was so touching’

‘Yes’ the woman said ‘he does that. It’s a strange boy’

‘He isn’t your son then?’ she said drying her eyes.

‘Oh no’ the woman said ‘he’s an orphan. I’m his foster mother for the time being until there is someone who wants to adopt him. But strangely enough everyone who has had him in their care for a while brought him back. Like I said… He’s a strange boy’  

The boy looked from the woman to her as if he wasn’t three years old but 34 and understood everything. He nodded to her.

‘Can I have one more moment with him?’ she asked the woman. ‘We were just about to feed the geese’

‘Well, alright, I’ll wait here’.

She stood up and took the boy’s hand to walk towards the pond. When they were feeding the geese he said; ‘Do you want to be my mummy?’

‘Do you want me to?’ She asked in return.

‘Oh yes I do, but it can be strange you know’

‘Strange?’

‘Yes, for you’

She kneeled down to look the boy in the eyes; ‘is it you?’ she asked ‘have you come back?’

‘Yes’ he said.

‘How do I know that?’

The boy put his hand on her cheek and smiled ‘because’ was all he said. 

He turned around and skipped back to the woman on the bench.

She looked at him and heard him say; ‘it’s okay now, she is going to be my mummy!’

She knew he chose her and he would choose her over and over again, in any lifetime, whenever, wherever because he said so.
It would be a different role this time, but better a different role than no role at all. 

© KH

James Rhodes; speaking up

James Rhodes giving a statement after the judge ruled in his favour with friend Benedict Cumberbatch watching

Of course I am the first person to admit I know of this wonderful musician through his friend Benedict Cumberbatch but I'm very glad of it. What a kind, wonderful, lovely human being he is! James Rhodes a very talented pianist has written a book which I can't wait to get my hands on. 

Yesterday he was in court to win his case for free speech. Yes, this is still 2015.
James' memoir details the very serious assaults he suffered as a young boy and the way in which music has helped him to deal with the trauma. However, his ex-wife sought to prevent publication of key passages, arguing that they would have too distressing an impact on their 12-year-old son. But what about James, I thought? What about his rights? And do women shelter their children too much? Isn't it best their son would know about his dad? That is another discussion entirly I understand that. 

 Benedict Cumberbatch, James Rhodes and his wife Hattie

The pianist was at court for the ruling, accompanied by his second wife, Hattie, and schoolfriend Benedict Cumberbatch, the actor. His fight for the right to tell his story has been backed by writers including David Hare, Michael Frayn, William Boyd and Tom Stoppard.
James said he wept as he read the ruling that anyone who had suffered in the way in which he did had the right to tell the world about it. It was “an amazing, resounding endorsement” of the right of sexual violence survivors to tell their stories, he said. “One of the hardest things has been the secrecy involved; not being able to talk about it directly or indirectly, the threat of imprisonment should I even reveal there was ongoing litigation.

“I’ve had to give concerts with all this hanging over me, not knowing if I was going to lose my house … feeling that I was being punished for something that was done to me 30 years ago. It made no sense to me that this could happen in Britain in 2015.”
Rhodes was repeatedly raped while a pupil at the junior school at Arnold House, a preparatory school for boys in St John’s Wood, north London. His abuser was a man called Peter Lee, who worked at the school part-time, as a boxing coach. Lee was recently arrested and charged, but died before he could be brought to trial.
The attacks left Rhodes with spinal damage and the trauma led to many years of addiction, self-harm and mental health problems for Rhodes.

Rhodes’ autobiography, entitled Instrumental, will be published next week. Interwoven with his account of rape and trauma is the story of the way in which he largely taught himself to read music and play the piano, and his relationship with music.
His autobiography reveals how now, at age 40, his intense relationship with music has helped him to make sense of the torment he has endured.

Music can heal. James knows that more than anyone. I understand that, I too use music to soothe when grieving or when hurting. For him to write about this is very brave and helpful for others in the same posistion.

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Retiring from Geekdom

Simon Pegg as Scotty in Star Trek

Actor Simon Pegg is being very critical in a recent Radio Times interview about the Science Fiction genre, one that has brought him his fame and fortune. 

But he told Radio Times magazine that society had become “infantalised” and that challenging films had been usurped in the box office by the vacuous.
Despite his reputation as a poster boy for geeks, he told Radio Times magazine: “Before Star Wars, the films that were box-office hits were The Godfather, Taxi Driver, Bonnie and Clyde and The French Connection – gritty, amoral art movies.
“Then suddenly the onus switched over to spectacle and everything changed … I don’t know if that is a good thing.”
Pegg, who played chief engineer Scotty in the recent Star Trek films, added: “Obviously I’m very much a self-confessed fan of science fiction and genre cinema but part of me looks at society as it is now and just thinks we’ve been infantilised by our own taste.
“Now we’re essentially all consuming very childish things – comic books, superheroes. Adults are watching this stuff, and taking it seriously.
“It is a kind of dumbing down, in a way, because it’s taking our focus away from real-world issues. Films used to be about challenging, emotional journeys or moral questions that might make you walk away and re-evaluate how you felt about … whatever.
“Now we’re walking out of the cinema really not thinking about anything, other than the fact that the Hulk just had a fight with a robot.”
The Mission: Impossible star said he wanted to take on more dramatic roles.
“Sometimes (I) feel like I miss grown-up things,” he said. “And I honestly thought the other day that I’m gonna retire from geekdom. 

Now I don't know about you Geeks, but this SciFi Geek was kind of annoyed and offended by Mr. Peggs statement. As if 'we' geeks don't know that 1) it's all fun and games and acting 2) we don't know what else is going on in the world 3) we are all teenagers 

No none of the above Mr. Pegg! I am your age probably and I am first and formost a geek who really knows and understands what is going on around me and who cares about others and the world around me. I am sure it isn't meant like it comes across and there's probably more said, but it seems like Simon Pegg belittles his fans and fellow geeks in this short statement. I for one think that geeks as much as any are more aware of what is going on around them. Geeks being set apart themselves for most of their lives and all. They need a way to escape, through films like these but when it's time to face reality they sure can! 

Further more I don't agree that it is childish! Why should it? It can be, if you go and dress up and all, but I love being a geek/fan of SciFi Star Trek in particular and not having to be ashamed of it! I am a 47 year old woman and I can be childish but I certainly am not! 

I am sure he didn't mean it like I read it, but I just felt I had to say something. As if geekdom is something to be ashamed about. Geekdom is awesome and just be proud of it! 

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The Blooming Garden

There was nothing wrong with it, he thought while he was looking out his garden doors into the garden. Nothing wrong at all, in fact it had become his pride, his life’s work. The colour palette of green mixed with purple, violet, red and yellow was shining upon him. The elongated sunflowers at the end of the garden path, the waving plumes at the waterfront, the soft purple bellflowers of the Campanula and the brighter purple of the Lupines, the Spiraea softly swinging in the wind, the hollyhocks with their different colours, carefully chosen and sown by him, the honeysuckle which smelled so nice in the evenings. He sighed and turned away from the window. He knew it would never be the same again.

He once had been a slim, muscular and attractive young man, when he was in the prime of his life when he met her. He did not like to think back about it but the reason why she had chosen him had not been his looks. He only found that out later on. The fortune he would inherit from his father, who had become a rich man from his textile factory, was the apparent reason for her to go after him. He stupidly walked into that trap, blinded as he was by her good looks, slim body and feigned timidity. He was young and madly in love. A year later they were married. They moved into this house where, as it turned out, she never liked being in. He thought it was delicious. A cosy house, a lovely garden and his job at his father's office was sufficient for him. But not for her. Unfortunately they remained childless and although he could not prove it, until this day he guessed that there was no medical cause that supported that.
His wife had become over the course of the years, how unpleasant he even found to say, a cold woman. No longer the warm, shy girl he had met. He remained more and more often in his garden then he had planned. His wife amused himself sometimes without him. She went to her friends, to play tennis and attended parties. She was a guest at many a party. The few times that he couldn't avoid coming along, he noticed that she had many males casting an eye on her. Many necks were strained on an evening when his wife made her entrance not only men but also women although their glances were not always that friendly behind her back, as he saw it.

As the years of their marriage progressed, he had also increasingly reluctantly accompanied his wife on such outings. The people were, he felt, emptier and pompous, meaningless. They only did it, he said to his wife, for one thing: Money and ostentation. His wife thought that he was dramatizing and then left again with the most expensive creations next event.

Meanwhile, his father was old and weak. His wife, he perceived, made allusions to the death of his father and the resulting fortune what that would entail. Because his marriage got worse and worse and his wife completely went her own way, he decided to consult a solicitor, though without telling his wife about it. He spoke a long time with him and came back with a big smile on his lips. He had made his decision.

He visited his father more and more often now his health declined. His mother was deceased when he was a little boy. He had no siblings, so he was the only heir. How sick his father was, even he was enormously concerned about his daughter in law's sudden visits with some regularity. He managed to make his father comfortable and after a few weeks, his father died in his sleep at the age of 85. A huge burden pressed on his shoulders and suddenly he knew.

A few weeks after the funeral of his father, his wife came into the living room with two cups of coffee and sat down next to her husband. He looked up from his newspaper and looked at her puzzled. She went away every night and now she sat beside him with coffee? He folded his newspaper and looked at her. This would be the moment he had been waiting for. She did not hesitate. She began to talk about wanting to live bigger, his father's money, and factory sales, sell this, and buy that. About that she wanted to leave him, that she was entitled to half the money. She had already packed her bags and would leave him. Her friends knew about it, she was going to live abroad and demanded his money.

He saw it in her eyes. The greed, the desire of ostentation what he had seen all those awful parties. His wife, the girl he had married, that woman didn't exist anymore, but this was the last straw. He stood up and walked calmly upstairs. His wife followed him, screaming almost. She pulled on his jacket, forced him to listen. All that she accompliced was that he tripped and fell. She backed away to avoid him falling against her and he rumbled down the stairs on his back. As he fell he heard it. Crack, said his back. And while he was lying with his back on the cold tile floor in the hall, the cold he did not even feel, he heard his wife walking alongside him, looking him right in the face with a triumphant look before she picked up the phone to call the doctor.

Months later, he was sitting there, in front of the garden doors looking at the flowers in his garden. He himself had not had the courage to do something in the yard, let alone driving through it. The gardener he had hired had paved the way so that he could drive through more easily with the wheelchair. But as of yet he had not used it. He had reversed his chair from the window but stopped and turned back. He looked at the big hydrangea that needed to be pruned actually. He wanted to do that last year but hadn’t come to and now it was still too early to prune. Suddenly a smile came to his lips. With a tug he turned his chair and went to the phone. He called the gardener and after a brief conversation he hung up again.

After the gardener had dug a large hole for a beautiful apple tree beside the hydrangea that afternoon and he had assured the gardener that he could and would do the rest really himself, he sat there for a long time in the garden. Until he heard the front door slam and heard tapping heels in the hallway. Moments later she was standing next to him. The sun disappeared behind a cloud and it was chilly all of a sudden. He shivered. She looked at him with contempt in her eyes he saw. Not for long. He whispered something and she bowed her head to hear him. Then he raised his arm with the garden shovel still in there and let it come down hard on her head. With a sigh, she fell down beside him. He looked at her cold, beautiful face while a thin trickle of blood from under her hair seeped on the sidewalk. The red mingled with the purple flowers in the border. It would be quite a job but she would get a nice spot under the hydrangea next to the apple tree and as he rolled up his sleeves, he had a smile on his lips.
Finally his life got significance and purpose again.  

© KH

To Boldly go...

(a tribute to Leonard Nimoy)


‘So this is it?’

‘I am afraid so'

‘Just like that?’

‘Well, I do not believe ‘just like that’ as you put it… I am sorry. Breathing … has… become more difficult’
‘I’m sorry I shouldn’t let you talk so much. Go lay down’

‘Maybe that is better’ 

‘I don’t think I can go on’

‘I have found that we in life can do more than we believe we can endure’

‘Spock…’

‘Jim you can go on without me’

‘But I don’t want to’

‘I do not think you have a choice in the matter and neither have I’

‘I will miss you so much’

‘As will I miss you’

‘The difference is, you won’t know it’

‘How do you know that to be true, Jim?’

‘What?’

‘How do you know I do not know I am missing you where I am going?’

‘Ehm, I don’t, do I?’

‘None of us do know what is to come after we are gone from this world’

‘Will you let me know?’

‘If there is any chance for me to do so, I will’

…
‘Spock…?’

‘Yes?’

‘Are you afraid?’

‘I do not feel fear, t’hy’la’ 

‘Not even now?’

‘Not even now’

‘I feel sad’

‘That I do feel’

‘You do?’

‘Yes, I feel your sadness as well as my own … the way you will feel when … you are left behind’

‘Oh God Spock’

‘Do not cry ashayam, we had a wonderful life together … and I have had a long life. I am an old man … I am tired’

‘Then sleep Spock, you deserve to rest. I’ll be here, I’ll always be here for you’

‘Live long and Prosper Jim’

‘Sleep Spock rest now I am here’ 

---- 

‘Well, if that isn’t the old hobgoblin! What are you doing here, Spock?’ 

‘I thought I would come and keep you company Doctor’ 

‘Really and what about Jim?’

‘It is not the Captain’s time yet’

‘No it’s not, so it’s you and me again is it?'

‘It seems so yes’

‘Well let’s make it a good one then, where shall we go?’

‘Go Doctor?’

‘Yeah, didn’t you know we can go where ever we want to? The stars are ours Spock!’

‘If that is the case what are we waiting for?’

‘Speaking like a true explorer Spock’

‘Like Captain Kirk always said; to boldly go where no one has gone before’

‘Well you got that right, Spock, where we’re going, no one has gone before!’

‘Show me the way Doctor’

‘Now you’re talking Spock, never thought I’d say that, but you and I are going to roam the stars forever’

‘Indeed’

‘Oh don’t you raise that eyebrow at me sonny…’

---- 

‘Keptin, Vat is the matter? Why are you lookink like that?’

‘I felt something Chekov, something brush by me, view screen on’

‘View screen on’

‘There, those two bright stars, those weren’t here before were they?’

‘No Keptin they vere not’

‘There, they’re blinking again! Is that just me? Am I seeing things?’

‘No I am seeing it too’

‘Uhura are they stars, not something else?’

‘Just stars Captain’

‘They are moving away, can we follow them?’

‘Keptin, they are gone’

‘What? Gone where?’

‘They’re just gone Captain, I can’t explain it’

‘Seeing is believing, believing is seeing’

‘What was that Captain?’

‘No never mind, resume course’

‘Resuming course, aye Keptin’

‘Goodbye Spock’

© KH

Cumberwedding; Is this the real life or is it a fantasy?

It's like a fairytale really, the whole Cumbertale wedding. You have a prince charming who meets a lovely woman, they fall in love and they marry. Only she got pregnant first, it's the 21th Century after all. Only what some fangirls seem to forget is that what they so love in every other Disney film, they despise when it comes to the man of their dreams. Literally their dreams because if they would think it would ever happen, meeting him, him falling in love with them etc. they had another thing coming.

Yesterday, Valentine's Day, Benedict Cumberbatch married the love of his life, Sophie Hunter. Every fangirl/fanwoman/fanperson was over the moon. That is, every sane person. Every other spiteful, hateful 'fan' girl was screaming their lungs out and was pulling her hair out. Not to mention tweeting/blogging about it.
Even the media is putting every fan down once again by saying we are 'all' in mourning and by posting every hateful tweet they could find. That there are most likely more happy tweets and blogs about the marriage no paper will ever says, or that most fans ask to respect their privacy by not posting the pap pics.

Why is it that certain fangirls react in that way, I thought in the very early hours of this morning when I lay awake next to my snoring husband? Probably because they've never experienced anything in their own lives, no deaths to a loved one, no divorces, no illnesses, nothing that is so called 'having a live' and so they project that onto a celebrity and think he has to live a certain way, or the way that is in their twisted little brains anyway.
That snoring husband by the way, my second husband, I met him only a month when after being divorced. Love doesn't wait really. What did I have to say? No wait I'm not ready for you? We went ahead took the plunge and went to live together after six months. That will be eight years this year.

Guess what? Life isn't that Disney film where the princess rebels, sings it out of her system, gets hitched and marries at age 16!!
But if it were you wouldn't be all that judgemental. Why is it okay in a Disney film for a girl to get married to a (stranger) prince so quickly but when it happens to your favourite celeb you cry and yell it's wrong!
It's real life! First of all you don't know how long they know each other and you're not supposed to, second it's none of your business!
If you think your celeb crush had such poor judgement on the love of his life and how he wants to spend the rest of his life, why on earth do you want to stay a fan of the man? Why spread vile, viscious hate all over the 'interweb' as Ben would say.
Do you honestly think putting him, his wife, their unborn child and his choices down all the time would make him change his mind and make him run toward you?
Quite the opposite direction I would think!

I have one advice for each and everyone of you: Re-read your Fairytales again! No prince charming ever married the Wicked Witch!

© KH

Open letter to Mr. Benedict Cumberbatch

Dear Ben,

You don't mind me calling you 'Ben' do you? You seem so familiar to me after being your fan for what seems ages now but hasn't been all that long really to be perfectly honest with you. I'm one of those fans 'who came into the Cumberfandom through Sherlock fans' as many of us have. But it seems like forever because everyday I see your face. It has come to that you know.

I am a 47 year old woman, I have a husband, two boys age 20 and 18 and I'm not a fan'girl' really and yet, I can't help myself but squeal every time I see you on TV like the other day at the BAFTA's. I know I've got it bad... I'm 9 years older than you are, but still...
I would've come Ben, I would. Anything for the Fandom you know! If only...

I am talking about the Sherlock Event of course. I don't know if you know it Ben, but you are being used as a commercial milk cow (pardon the expression). Have you seen those prices? Sure there are cheaper tickets for sale, but the ones to just meet you and get 5 seconds with you for a quick photograph (you even get restrictions not to pull faces sweetie, or not to point to much) and an autograph are from £ 595 up to £ 2995 ! I mean really Ben even you should feel that is ridiculous to ask so much from mostly teenage girls (and some older women who have teenagers themselves who are very expensive you know!) For those VIP tickets you can buy a car for God's sake! I haven't even talked about the airline and hotel expenses yet! Which are high because of poor planning, you know the convention is at the same time as the London Marathon do you?

I mean come on; I do love you as an actor and as a person but that's a bit too much wouldn't you say?
I would love to have gone, not only to see you mind you; but to meet all those lovely online friends I've made while I was tweeting and tumbling about you, sharing my edits and my love for you and your acting and for Sherlock too. (I can't help it but I do see all of your characters as seperate persons from you, is that weird?)
To meet all those lovely girls and women I've grown to love so much was really the main reason to go to such an event, and frankly you where the cherry on the big cake.

But Ben, it's not going to happen. Not for that kind of money anyway. I will keep my dreams and will try to meet some of my friends one day, one time.

I always say; everything happens for a reason. I was going to travel for the very first time all alone to this con. To meet my friends, to meet you. It was said they would let us all know in advance. 2 months isn't in advance really. I have planned a trip to Edinburgh with my sister, a city where my heart lies. But also a city where your fiancee is from. Now I don't have to look around if I see you with her by any chance and I can just enjoy my trip, my first trip in years!
Maybe we will meet one day, but until then, I will still admire you from a distance, only it will be more with my head out of the clouds this time.

With love, as always,

Kati 

The Imitation Game

On the last day of 2014 hub told me he had won 2 tickets to the film the Imitation Game for a pre-premiere. I was over the moon of course. This film with my favourite actor isn't playing in all cinema's in my country sadly.

So last Saturday the 3th of January we traveled to the city where it was shown and it left us both speechless really. The whole cast is so very wonderful but Benedict was phenomenal.
The story is about Alan Turing a British mathematician, logician, cryptanalyst and pioneering computer scientist who was hired by the Allied forces to crack the Nazi German Enigma code and win the Second World War. Turing later was prosecuted for being a homosexual and could choose between two years imprisonment or chemical castrastion. He chose the latter so he could continue his work only the hormonal treatment affected his brain at a point where he couldn't even work anymore.
Alan Turing took his own life by cyanide poisening only 41 years of age in 1954.
This man having saved about 14 million people by solving Enigma and ending the war earlier this way, wasn't getting the acknowledgement he was supposed to get. Only years after his death in 2013 Queen Elizabeth II granted him a posthumous pardon.

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Alan Turing, an outstanding performance by Benedict Cumberbatch was the father of our present-day computers with his invention of the Turing machine.
The film is nominated for five Golden Globes nominations among which best actor, best supporting actress for Keira Knightley who plays fellow code breaker Joan Clarke, best film.
The gorgeous music is by Alexandre Desplat and gives you chills throughout the film. It leaves you sitting in the cinema after the film is over actually.

It's a heartbreaking, beautiful story and a real one as well. The Golden Globes are an indication for the Oscar nominations and I wouldn't be surprised if this would be Benedict's first Oscar nomination. It would be well deserved!

© KH