Our Life as Twins

My life with Ira revolves around being twins. Sometimes it’s wonderful to feel special, but other times it’s exhausting to be constantly compared — judged on who’s prettier, who’s smarter, who’s heavier, and so on. People often don’t understand that for twins, the other half is always more precious, always more beautiful, always smarter… and feeling smarter or prettier than the person who matters most brings no joy. It only hurts to watch your best friend get hurt (and often, you end up feeling the hurt yourself). Those feelings are hard to describe; it’s always more painful to feel for each other than to feel for yourself.

When we were into music and played at academic concerts, I didn’t care how I performed, but if Ira played, I turned into a bundle of nerves. When one of us gets sick, the other inevitably feels the illness too. It’s almost guaranteed that we’ll get sick at the same time. Even after many years of living apart, we still have the same dental problems and our nails peel at the same times, etc. In childhood, we were examined at the Institute of Twins: we have nearly identical fingerprints, and our internal organs are essentially the same (even when there are pathologies) — we’re practically clones.

An astonishing part of our life is that we share a single biofield, or aura. Because of that, we feel each other’s emotions and tend to fall ill simultaneously. Two different psychics tried to separate our biofields, and both times the connection reformed. That’s how inseparable we turned out to be!