Widescreen Video: Warguiza, Yves, Smyrna
Assembly: Smyrna, JJ Escalante, Alibricca
text and mp3
Thursday, October 25, 2007
1 Year Death Anniversary Invitation
First video of ébène Ivoire et
Widescreen Video: Warguiza, Yves, Smyrna
Assembly: Smyrna, JJ Escalante, Alibricca
text and mp3
Widescreen Video: Warguiza, Yves, Smyrna
Assembly: Smyrna, JJ Escalante, Alibricca
text and mp3
Oil Victoria Secret Bra
10/25/2007 - almost a month into the world capital of fashion
Dear,
are almost a month into the world capital of fashion, which for the first day I experienced by tourists marveling at how good the food, as old as the population and orderly life. The jump from Garoua in Milan is exaggerated. I do not deny that to return after 9 months of africa and landed here, this is highly confusing.
course is wonderful to be pampered by family and girlfriend, finding friends, music, a city with so many opportunities ... but it is also true that in a nanosecond as you realize you have too many opportunities, such as the privilege of to choose is in fact an illusion, and how this society is designed especially because you can not fall into the arms of the charming but devious siren every day invites you to be someone who non sei.
Vorrei condividere con voi questo passo di un libro che avevo già citato in precedenza su questo sito, ovvero Il banchiere dei poveri di Muhammad Yunus.
Siamo a cavallo tra gli anni sessanta e settanta ed il premio Nobel, appena approdato dal Bangaladesh in una delle più rinomate università statunitensi, incappa in un pranzo con gli amici americani, incarnando con questa scena farsesca le difficoltà di uno straniero davanti ad un insolita possibilità di scelta.
Un giorno Cheryl mi domandò:
“Come le vuoi le uova?”
“Cosa intende? Non capisco la domanda…”
“Le vuoi al tegamino, strapazzate, sode in camicia, o vuoi una frittata...”
"fried."
"Okay, and the like you do?"
"I've just said ... fried."
"Yes, but with red on top or turned over?"
"It does not matter."
Then my friends had made around to advise me, laughing at my sprovvedutezza and trying to explain to Cheryl that we Bengalis were different.
"Then a red light on top," I finally said, embarrassed by my indecision, conscious of the fact that I was making a spectacle.
"Soft or well done?"
"How do you think best."
"With the bread, waffles or slices toasted?"
"I'm anything goes."
"And what do you want a side dish: french fries, potato croquettes or mashed?" For a
po'penai that he did it on purpose to make me even more ridiculous in front of others. But then I realized that America was that: a choice between an infinite range of things.
Well, that America '68 for a Bengali, like a lot in this Italy of today for me.
Not that a year ago was different but probably not too long a parenthesis in a place where the lifestyle is so different, it helps to amaze me some of the faces of a reality and that I thought I knew but me is so curious after nine months of Cameroon.
I am mystified.
Probably the question "With the bread, waffles or slices toasted?" And then I'll have to answer too exhausted perhaps resigned to whatever suits me.
not to repudiate a social achievement that is of benefit to many that, good for them, are able to unravel this welter of possibilities, but the first impression of an expatriate who stumbles back into his old world is that maybe c'abbiamo po'calcato a hand.
With a universe of regurgitant color is still fresh in the eyes greet you gift ( in the next post) a nostalgic souvenir of an experience the funniest in recent days in Garoua: the making of the video for "Ide mada odo Sakli am," which we just finished editing and is now available to the general public. With love jj
escalante 
Dear,
are almost a month into the world capital of fashion, which for the first day I experienced by tourists marveling at how good the food, as old as the population and orderly life. The jump from Garoua in Milan is exaggerated. I do not deny that to return after 9 months of africa and landed here, this is highly confusing.
course is wonderful to be pampered by family and girlfriend, finding friends, music, a city with so many opportunities ... but it is also true that in a nanosecond as you realize you have too many opportunities, such as the privilege of to choose is in fact an illusion, and how this society is designed especially because you can not fall into the arms of the charming but devious siren every day invites you to be someone who non sei.
Vorrei condividere con voi questo passo di un libro che avevo già citato in precedenza su questo sito, ovvero Il banchiere dei poveri di Muhammad Yunus.
Siamo a cavallo tra gli anni sessanta e settanta ed il premio Nobel, appena approdato dal Bangaladesh in una delle più rinomate università statunitensi, incappa in un pranzo con gli amici americani, incarnando con questa scena farsesca le difficoltà di uno straniero davanti ad un insolita possibilità di scelta.
Un giorno Cheryl mi domandò:
“Come le vuoi le uova?”
“Cosa intende? Non capisco la domanda…”
“Le vuoi al tegamino, strapazzate, sode in camicia, o vuoi una frittata...”
"fried."
"Okay, and the like you do?"
"I've just said ... fried."
"Yes, but with red on top or turned over?"
"It does not matter."
Then my friends had made around to advise me, laughing at my sprovvedutezza and trying to explain to Cheryl that we Bengalis were different.
"Then a red light on top," I finally said, embarrassed by my indecision, conscious of the fact that I was making a spectacle.
"Soft or well done?"
"How do you think best."
"With the bread, waffles or slices toasted?"
"I'm anything goes."
"And what do you want a side dish: french fries, potato croquettes or mashed?" For a
po'penai that he did it on purpose to make me even more ridiculous in front of others. But then I realized that America was that: a choice between an infinite range of things.
Well, that America '68 for a Bengali, like a lot in this Italy of today for me.
Not that a year ago was different but probably not too long a parenthesis in a place where the lifestyle is so different, it helps to amaze me some of the faces of a reality and that I thought I knew but me is so curious after nine months of Cameroon.
I am mystified.
Probably the question "With the bread, waffles or slices toasted?" And then I'll have to answer too exhausted perhaps resigned to whatever suits me.
not to repudiate a social achievement that is of benefit to many that, good for them, are able to unravel this welter of possibilities, but the first impression of an expatriate who stumbles back into his old world is that maybe c'abbiamo po'calcato a hand.
With a universe of regurgitant color is still fresh in the eyes greet you gift ( in the next post) a nostalgic souvenir of an experience the funniest in recent days in Garoua: the making of the video for "Ide mada odo Sakli am," which we just finished editing and is now available to the general public. With love jj
escalante
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Halloween Coffin Plans
09/29/2007 - One night and 4000 km separating me from home
Dear friends,
one night and 4000 km separate me from home this time tomorrow I'll be wrapped in the familiar chaos of insomnia and heavy Milan, heart pounding and probably anxious to take back what I left for these long months.
was exactly nine months ago, I was in the same place at the same time. That time Nsimalen smelled it again and I was a foreigner. Today more alien but the airport does not stink anymore.
Caro JJ, come back to what you know. Your world welcomes you hungry for stories and you give them to him. For a little 'hurt and you will feel more alien to Nsimalen cederai but the desire for exotic tales of sorcerers made with crab, Amougou of monkeys and children homeless. How could you forget the speeches on the absence of professional power, without giving in on the progress and Westernization anthropological evolutionism. You'll forget because this time share for a world that you know and you know what he wants.
Once again shut the bedroom door in Cameroon, this infinite space that has allowed many to dream. Who knows, maybe the window will open tomorrow on pampas or the unknown deserts of Mongolia dissem What is certain is that there are slightly less curious look down on the street but no less deserving Tadino, with its people and its stories.
It 's hard to say what I will miss, the list would be endless but they are also lots of things I missed, a lot really.
It 'hard to put a point on a story like that, but it's nice to know that we can begin the next with a capital letter.
It 'difficult to select the best moments, but there are some pictures that even time can erase.
I do not forget the penultimate train trip to Yaounde when beginning to see the ups and downs of suburbs my roommate exclaimed enthusiastically "welcome in the seven-hilled city!" And the surprise soon reciprocated when I told him that the city of seven hills, there is one also from me. We laughed thinking how we are closed in our little worlds.
No one will take away the sense of incomprehension and helplessness cursed in front of words of a mother who confessed often with disarming honesty to appeal to an iron chain to prevent his child (six years) to run away from home constantly.
I will never forget that girl that one day I walked in quiet neighborhood, ran towards me with two eyes and hesitant and suspicious mi chiese
"Est-ce que tu es vraiment blanc?". Da allora mi è capitato più volte desiderare di addormentarmi e risvegliarmi nero, perché ci sono delle cose di questo mondo che da bianchi è pretenzioso sperare di capire.
Dell'Africa non è possibile lavarsi una volta tornati a casa e anche se la mia Africa non è vittima di guerre né muore di fame, non per questo il ricordo di certi vissuti sarà meno rovente.
Non basteranno certo quei quattro batik appesi al muro a rendere il reinserimento più facile, nè le lettere, né le fotografie, né i cd dei Faadah Kautal, ma sono contento di rivedervi e di potervi raccontare una volta di più tutto questo cammino.
jj escalante 
Dear friends,
one night and 4000 km separate me from home this time tomorrow I'll be wrapped in the familiar chaos of insomnia and heavy Milan, heart pounding and probably anxious to take back what I left for these long months.
was exactly nine months ago, I was in the same place at the same time. That time Nsimalen smelled it again and I was a foreigner. Today more alien but the airport does not stink anymore.
Caro JJ, come back to what you know. Your world welcomes you hungry for stories and you give them to him. For a little 'hurt and you will feel more alien to Nsimalen cederai but the desire for exotic tales of sorcerers made with crab, Amougou of monkeys and children homeless. How could you forget the speeches on the absence of professional power, without giving in on the progress and Westernization anthropological evolutionism. You'll forget because this time share for a world that you know and you know what he wants.
Once again shut the bedroom door in Cameroon, this infinite space that has allowed many to dream. Who knows, maybe the window will open tomorrow on pampas or the unknown deserts of Mongolia dissem What is certain is that there are slightly less curious look down on the street but no less deserving Tadino, with its people and its stories.
It 's hard to say what I will miss, the list would be endless but they are also lots of things I missed, a lot really.
It 'hard to put a point on a story like that, but it's nice to know that we can begin the next with a capital letter.
It 'difficult to select the best moments, but there are some pictures that even time can erase.
I do not forget the penultimate train trip to Yaounde when beginning to see the ups and downs of suburbs my roommate exclaimed enthusiastically "welcome in the seven-hilled city!" And the surprise soon reciprocated when I told him that the city of seven hills, there is one also from me. We laughed thinking how we are closed in our little worlds.
No one will take away the sense of incomprehension and helplessness cursed in front of words of a mother who confessed often with disarming honesty to appeal to an iron chain to prevent his child (six years) to run away from home constantly.
I will never forget that girl that one day I walked in quiet neighborhood, ran towards me with two eyes and hesitant and suspicious mi chiese
"Est-ce que tu es vraiment blanc?". Da allora mi è capitato più volte desiderare di addormentarmi e risvegliarmi nero, perché ci sono delle cose di questo mondo che da bianchi è pretenzioso sperare di capire.
Dell'Africa non è possibile lavarsi una volta tornati a casa e anche se la mia Africa non è vittima di guerre né muore di fame, non per questo il ricordo di certi vissuti sarà meno rovente.
Non basteranno certo quei quattro batik appesi al muro a rendere il reinserimento più facile, nè le lettere, né le fotografie, né i cd dei Faadah Kautal, ma sono contento di rivedervi e di potervi raccontare una volta di più tutto questo cammino.
jj escalante
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Where Can I Get Maternity Pads
28/08/2007 Dear fellow travelers
Dear fellow travelers,
you imagine golden beaches on still intent on perfecting the inevitable summer tan to show off to friends and relatives to return from holiday. This year I'll be very disappointing in this respect, Africa has given my skin color chocolate that everyone expected after nine months of the equatorial sun, but instead was able to leave a mark on my body far more exclusive. The last baptism in this land has been a fact that malaria has blocked me for a few days but fortunately did not leave too many trains, if not an exaggerated state of exhaustion that I fought eating unlimited polase and junkies and lactic throughout convalescence.
I know how much fear the disease could strike at us, which we have statistics and the media swallow any truth in reality here paludisme (this is the French name) is only a strong influence easily treatable if caught in time. Prevention is always the preferred way to avoid incapparvici but it is also true that a long-term therapy may be more harmful to the body that the contraction of the disease. Anyway I am made a week of bed without the strength to do anything, I was shooting large bets Destins croisées (a Venezuelan telenovela ignorant) IV, a thousand tablets and naps repeatedly, waiting to recover. On the other hand I must say that if the palu hits you when the body is fragile, I will have paved the ground for the week of the inauguration of the murals I have accumulated a lot of hard work, and it took a day because of sedimentation fever ascended up to forty-one turning into a rag. E'un'esperienza certainly hope that no one will be one of those things but to tell the grandchildren one day, like my grandfather did with me, he just malaria, in war, had taken care of with figs. En tout cas
, it is worth the struggle since July 14 we made a gift to French cousins \u200b\u200binaugurating the day of their national holiday a little masterpiece of conceptual art.
The mural painting of the MJC, entitled Faadah Meden, has been covered and hailed by many, who have remarked on the rainy caravaggistici is Licet parva.
As project coordinator I have to say that all the work was very good, difficult but stimulating. We were able to meet the milestones and targets we set ourselves even if the last stage the hands of the artists has clearly prevailed over those of children. Unfortunately in this country that something is a striking and magnificent, especially in the eyes of the authorities, is above all, e lottare con questa mentalità è stata forse la sfida più grande. C'è stato comunque un buon ponte tra il lavoro degli amatori e quello dei professionisti, il Murales di staglia come un imponente totem identitario al centro della struttura e le coppie di sposi già vengono a scattare le loro pose ricordo davanti all'opera…
Con la conclusione di questa attività, e passata la malaria, le mie giornate hanno guadagnato tempo, che ho impiegato sia nell'animazione coi bambini di quartiere sia nelle ultime uscite con gli "Eben Ivoire". Per quanto riguarda quest'ultimi è ovvio che andando via il collante bianco le probabilità che il gruppo continui con la stessa costanza si abbassano notevolmente ma il collettivo è determinato e soprattutto sembra aver capito che non serve che un po' di impegno per riuscire ad ottenere dei buoni risultati. La presenza di un leader e l'entusiasmo di questi mesi possono essere le carte vincenti per ripartire l'anno prossimo col piede giusto e guadagnarsi un angolino nel panorama musicale della città, ma soprattutto per essere una risorsa della struttura e un esempio per le nuove generazioni di giovani "artisti" cresciuti nella culla della MJC.
A livello musicale è stata molto positiva anche la collaborazione con l'Alliance Franco Camerunese, culminata in una serata all'insegna del melange dei costumi .
Lo scambio tra le due strutture (MJC e quest'ultima), diverse programs for inspiration and sisters in the mission of educating an audience unprepared to an 'essential cultural emancipation, should be a milestone in the bilateral policies of the immediate future.
Africa is in a delicate moment in history is underway in which the evolution of countries should not abandon the tradition, adapting to modernism. In Cameroon, colonization, notably the French, has imposed its clichés destroying the spirit of initiative and stifling local customs, with some event that has been able to skillfully transform the traditional leaders in administrative officials of the state machine.
starting at school Elementary children are used to copy and repeat without cultivating a critical so that generations of men born to a highly bureaucratic bent system that do not share but are unable to counter
You breathe in every field an absence of evolution, a stagnation gives rise. It's like if an entire population was allergic to change. The political machine is stopped for 23 years, and is steeped in corruption levels scandalous, investment in training continues to be very low not to mention the lack of infrastructure that prevents the tourism make that leap for a country of such beauty deserve.
The local elections have been a case in point, yet once the ruling party has dominated almost everywhere, not only for lack of alternatives, but because it has more pockets bulging with anyone else and therefore has been able to convince the poorer classes well. It's been more than twenty years since he was told in Ouagadougou "Honesty is good but not what you eat", but the world does not seem to be changed before the money man is ready to close not one but both eyes.
I do not think these problems are typical only of the African context, questions are born in our house that the post-independence governments inherited and assimilated, and there are even more pronounced (like all the rest). The big problem
is that these people have become accustomed (have been used?) to copy everything that comes from white, who accused the whole of archaic African culture has conditioned an evolutionary process, and adaptation to modernism, which perhaps should have been slower and more natural.
I am talking about essential cultural emancipation for an audience unprepared because despite its rich artistic production that characterizes Cameroon, now the subjugation to Western fashions and obsession to copy the styles of the whites, especially what more there is kitsch in our world, is doing to young people forget the importance of the continuation of the artistic career in his country. If valued, the fusion between tradition and modernism can be an important instrument for cohesion of identity, as well as being the trial of strength of a culture that appreciates matter what, but that does not bow to foreign customs. I swear that watching television, movies, music videos, commercials longer surprising that the digital divide to talk so much about a taste divide that throwing stones at an aesthetic that does not pretend to objectively define but that is away from the taste ... let's say general.
I will not tire of saying that Africa is one that I'm aware of that Africa needs education, technical support, enhancement, and not that of pity with which we are still too used to watch it.
Meanwhile came the other half of my family from Italy and romped with them Garoua, as we greet a friend who is certain to review, with a pat on the back and good luck for the future.
Street children have made us a big party and those of the band are even came on the morning of departure, so with tears in his eyes knowing that they come back, I gave a goodbye from the bus touristique voyages to great adventures and companions to a city not without contradictions that gave me so many emotions.
Thanks to those who felt the desire to enter nella camera in Cameroun, camminando al mio fianco, aiutandomi a confrontarmi e a capire delle sfumature di questo mondo che da solo non avrei colto. Ci vediamo tra pochissimo.
JJ escalante 
Dear fellow travelers,
you imagine golden beaches on still intent on perfecting the inevitable summer tan to show off to friends and relatives to return from holiday. This year I'll be very disappointing in this respect, Africa has given my skin color chocolate that everyone expected after nine months of the equatorial sun, but instead was able to leave a mark on my body far more exclusive. The last baptism in this land has been a fact that malaria has blocked me for a few days but fortunately did not leave too many trains, if not an exaggerated state of exhaustion that I fought eating unlimited polase and junkies and lactic throughout convalescence.
I know how much fear the disease could strike at us, which we have statistics and the media swallow any truth in reality here paludisme (this is the French name) is only a strong influence easily treatable if caught in time. Prevention is always the preferred way to avoid incapparvici but it is also true that a long-term therapy may be more harmful to the body that the contraction of the disease. Anyway I am made a week of bed without the strength to do anything, I was shooting large bets Destins croisées (a Venezuelan telenovela ignorant) IV, a thousand tablets and naps repeatedly, waiting to recover. On the other hand I must say that if the palu hits you when the body is fragile, I will have paved the ground for the week of the inauguration of the murals I have accumulated a lot of hard work, and it took a day because of sedimentation fever ascended up to forty-one turning into a rag. E'un'esperienza certainly hope that no one will be one of those things but to tell the grandchildren one day, like my grandfather did with me, he just malaria, in war, had taken care of with figs. En tout cas
, it is worth the struggle since July 14 we made a gift to French cousins \u200b\u200binaugurating the day of their national holiday a little masterpiece of conceptual art.
The mural painting of the MJC, entitled Faadah Meden, has been covered and hailed by many, who have remarked on the rainy caravaggistici is Licet parva.
As project coordinator I have to say that all the work was very good, difficult but stimulating. We were able to meet the milestones and targets we set ourselves even if the last stage the hands of the artists has clearly prevailed over those of children. Unfortunately in this country that something is a striking and magnificent, especially in the eyes of the authorities, is above all, e lottare con questa mentalità è stata forse la sfida più grande. C'è stato comunque un buon ponte tra il lavoro degli amatori e quello dei professionisti, il Murales di staglia come un imponente totem identitario al centro della struttura e le coppie di sposi già vengono a scattare le loro pose ricordo davanti all'opera…
Con la conclusione di questa attività, e passata la malaria, le mie giornate hanno guadagnato tempo, che ho impiegato sia nell'animazione coi bambini di quartiere sia nelle ultime uscite con gli "Eben Ivoire". Per quanto riguarda quest'ultimi è ovvio che andando via il collante bianco le probabilità che il gruppo continui con la stessa costanza si abbassano notevolmente ma il collettivo è determinato e soprattutto sembra aver capito che non serve che un po' di impegno per riuscire ad ottenere dei buoni risultati. La presenza di un leader e l'entusiasmo di questi mesi possono essere le carte vincenti per ripartire l'anno prossimo col piede giusto e guadagnarsi un angolino nel panorama musicale della città, ma soprattutto per essere una risorsa della struttura e un esempio per le nuove generazioni di giovani "artisti" cresciuti nella culla della MJC.
A livello musicale è stata molto positiva anche la collaborazione con l'Alliance Franco Camerunese, culminata in una serata all'insegna del melange dei costumi .
Lo scambio tra le due strutture (MJC e quest'ultima), diverse programs for inspiration and sisters in the mission of educating an audience unprepared to an 'essential cultural emancipation, should be a milestone in the bilateral policies of the immediate future.
Africa is in a delicate moment in history is underway in which the evolution of countries should not abandon the tradition, adapting to modernism. In Cameroon, colonization, notably the French, has imposed its clichés destroying the spirit of initiative and stifling local customs, with some event that has been able to skillfully transform the traditional leaders in administrative officials of the state machine.
starting at school Elementary children are used to copy and repeat without cultivating a critical so that generations of men born to a highly bureaucratic bent system that do not share but are unable to counter
You breathe in every field an absence of evolution, a stagnation gives rise. It's like if an entire population was allergic to change. The political machine is stopped for 23 years, and is steeped in corruption levels scandalous, investment in training continues to be very low not to mention the lack of infrastructure that prevents the tourism make that leap for a country of such beauty deserve.
The local elections have been a case in point, yet once the ruling party has dominated almost everywhere, not only for lack of alternatives, but because it has more pockets bulging with anyone else and therefore has been able to convince the poorer classes well. It's been more than twenty years since he was told in Ouagadougou "Honesty is good but not what you eat", but the world does not seem to be changed before the money man is ready to close not one but both eyes.
I do not think these problems are typical only of the African context, questions are born in our house that the post-independence governments inherited and assimilated, and there are even more pronounced (like all the rest). The big problem
is that these people have become accustomed (have been used?) to copy everything that comes from white, who accused the whole of archaic African culture has conditioned an evolutionary process, and adaptation to modernism, which perhaps should have been slower and more natural.
I am talking about essential cultural emancipation for an audience unprepared because despite its rich artistic production that characterizes Cameroon, now the subjugation to Western fashions and obsession to copy the styles of the whites, especially what more there is kitsch in our world, is doing to young people forget the importance of the continuation of the artistic career in his country. If valued, the fusion between tradition and modernism can be an important instrument for cohesion of identity, as well as being the trial of strength of a culture that appreciates matter what, but that does not bow to foreign customs. I swear that watching television, movies, music videos, commercials longer surprising that the digital divide to talk so much about a taste divide that throwing stones at an aesthetic that does not pretend to objectively define but that is away from the taste ... let's say general.
I will not tire of saying that Africa is one that I'm aware of that Africa needs education, technical support, enhancement, and not that of pity with which we are still too used to watch it.
Meanwhile came the other half of my family from Italy and romped with them Garoua, as we greet a friend who is certain to review, with a pat on the back and good luck for the future.
Street children have made us a big party and those of the band are even came on the morning of departure, so with tears in his eyes knowing that they come back, I gave a goodbye from the bus touristique voyages to great adventures and companions to a city not without contradictions that gave me so many emotions.
Thanks to those who felt the desire to enter nella camera in Cameroun, camminando al mio fianco, aiutandomi a confrontarmi e a capire delle sfumature di questo mondo che da solo non avrei colto. Ci vediamo tra pochissimo.
JJ escalante
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Women's Genital Tattooes
Les Oiseaux
C’est l’histoire des enfants africains de chez nous
qui célèbrent aujourd’hui leur fête
et veulent aussi réclamer leurs droits
Ils demandent aussi qu’on gives them the joy of living
He also asked us to be with them
They need love they need to live like all children
What I love, I love the time when they fly
I love them, I like the time when they fly
To you parents on this day it
These children celebrate their birthdays
They ask that you started at a glance
attempt to succeed in life
They have the right to education
They also have the right to live
Give them a taste of wanting to live as
Like all children of this world
They have the right to stay with you and not in rue 
C’est l’histoire des enfants africains de chez nous
qui célèbrent aujourd’hui leur fête
et veulent aussi réclamer leurs droits
Ils demandent aussi qu’on gives them the joy of living
He also asked us to be with them
They need love they need to live like all children
What I love, I love the time when they fly
I love them, I like the time when they fly
To you parents on this day it
These children celebrate their birthdays
They ask that you started at a glance
attempt to succeed in life
They have the right to education
They also have the right to live
Give them a taste of wanting to live as
Like all children of this world
They have the right to stay with you and not in rue
...
's the story of our young African
who celebrate their feast day
And they particularly want to claim their rights
ask that he be given the joy of living
and ask us to stay with them
have They need love need to live like all boys
Why I love them, because I love the moment when soar
To parents on this day
These guys celebrate their feast
requesting to be treated
To progress in life
Votes right to education and right to live
Incoraggiamoli
to live like all children of the world
Hanno il diritto di restare vicino a voi e non sulla strada.
's the story of our young African
who celebrate their feast day
And they particularly want to claim their rights
ask that he be given the joy of living
and ask us to stay with them
have They need love need to live like all boys
Why I love them, because I love the moment when soar
To parents on this day
These guys celebrate their feast
requesting to be treated
To progress in life
Votes right to education and right to live
Incoraggiamoli
to live like all children of the world
Hanno il diritto di restare vicino a voi e non sulla strada.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
How To Write A Contact Sheet For A Welcome Bag
ide mada odo sakkli
Download 
You caught me in a warm black night
just like those pit-a-pat dreams that pass sometimes
there had to be something attractive in you
perhaps the spotless charm of the things so pure
wake up my dormant desires
and I will try to leave you a trace of mine
waiting for the rain to come
singin'ide ma-da Odo sakkli am
mada idea Odo sakkli am
To nangue urti taratha mii do
To djemma nasty nda mi danata you do
Mi mi nangue you doydi
Fatima slogans am warle yetcham lee
Fatime Mindo yetcham ande lee
To djamni hepta hiide mi ha mada koko
Ngabani do andu mi mada
idea Odo sakkli am
Fatima fatimatu yetcham lee
To djamni ha mada mi hepta hiide
Ngabani do ko mbaumi Walla mi ga mada
idea Odo sakkli am
...
Col tuo amore mi hai fatto perdere la Testa
Mi hai preso in una notte calda e scura
batticuore proprio come quei sogni che ogni Capitano Tanto
Ci must be something attractive in you
Perhaps the charm of things so immaculate '
also woke up my dormant desires and will try' to let a part of me
Waiting for the rains came, singing
Ide mada odo sakkli am
If the sun goes away I can not walk
When the night comes I can not domire
days I do not know I do not know my sleep
Fatima is Fatima
told me today I'm telling
And if you can, I know your love
Why so I do not know anything
With your love you made me lose my mind
Fatima, my little Fatima
And if you can tell me I know your love
Why so I did not understand anything
With your love you made me lose my mind
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Hutcherson Desperate Housewives
am 07.09.2007 Dear friends
Dear friends, 
Dear friends,
will not be easy to write after such a long time but memories, the faces and voices are now too many and too strong. I'll help a healthy blues and pleasant evening breeze that prevails even on the fly thick wrapping my room of an unusual coolness. The inspiration may be disturbed only by moustiques found that despite the barriers to enter the crevices and buzzing in the ear without peace, and the chaotic celebration a deuil strongly suspect that will go on until dawn.
As they say in these parts, goes on faire avec .
The months are passing quickly and I'm already in July. The Africa you eat, you consume, you suck as a timeless abyss. This only continent in the world and the hands turn the pages of calendars they go without us if you may realize, a paradox that this feeling is so strong in a place where the agendas are so poor and where commitments to the days pass' shadow of a nymie waiting for someone or something Atrophy break the patina that envelops most of the people. The truth is that Here the future is so uncertain that a concept in people's heads every day lives and dies with himself, the prospect of never looks to the future, and time seems to stump the most distinctive feature, the continuity.
My parents and my sister came to visit me in Garoua. A big thank you for having decided to spend part of your holiday here, for having had the desire to share this experience with me and congratulations to all three for their ability to adapt. My mother escaped the most dangerous snake in the area that is passed to the side of the flip-flops, my father spoke during the Milan-seeking consensus on the faces of the doubters native, my sister has had to contend with the countless marriage proposals collected in less than two weeks.
And my fate would have arrived in Garoua on the day on which it was planned the trip for our family reintegration of street children. So they all made fun of me and I said that that day would have been reinstated in the family: I came home not like them, but the house was coming from me.
Meanwhile, the rainy season is entering its full course: May 20, National Day of Cameroon, the grand parade of students and military town with a lot of hymns and para-fascist posters of His Eminence Paul Biya, was abruptly interrupted by a shocking shower (with a heaven to Donnie Darko) who ruined the event, but not prevented the protesters clustered in a bar downing fizzy 33 express toasting the independence of the country. Since then it has rained almost every Sunday and sometimes during the week.
Garoua live choral moments. Ordinary ones, just as the 20 ever, and extraordinary ones such as the arrival of indomptables lions in the city. The news was in the air for some time, given the unavailability of the Omnisport Stadium in Yaounde, the national team would play here a qualifying match for the African Nations Cup 2008 against Rwanda. News confirmed exaltation collective, and the beginning of the hunting business. Sunday, June 17, the day waiting for a lifetime, the streets were impassable and the stadium, the legendary sciabà (the hottest sector, in every sense) from eleven in the morning the head of a solitary Nassara stood curiously among all the others. Five hours of waiting under a scorching sun, armed with the sardine sandwich and juice Foster I hailed the Lions, I saw Nganda (an obese cosmic painted in red green yellow for years is the number one supporter of the team) and dance Cameroon win. Old man in a sweaty undershirt hugged me with unbridled joy to each of the two goals. And I was the man happy in the world.
the work progresses. A Saare Djabbama, I greeted the kids before they leave with an evening at the base of termites in which I was forced to answer any questions they had about Italy. Awesome to hear some thoughts from a child of ten or twelve years old used to sleep in the street. Many have amazed me for the insight and relevance of the questions on the environment, family and habits, while others raised their hands just to make a bit of consideration and come out with pearls like: in Italy there sandals ? there are females in Italy? Do you have cows?
Now our shelter because it works at low speed without tenants, and I spend a lot less time Saare Djabbama. For this structure the challenge in the coming years is, in my opinion, to find a closer collaboration with the public welfare. The valuable work of recovery is done on a child throughout a year would be useless if at the same time does not make a serious way with families of origin. Once reinstated, the child will find the same situation that has escaped, and the possibility that there will be back on the street around the corner, not considering that the work of foreign NGOs should not replace that of salaried civil servants who sit down to play cards, knowing that both street children think about the Italians. It 'a step as difficult as it is essential to continue to work towards a voluntary co-operation that is not eternal but left a legacy of a professional model and exploitable over time by local staff.
If the Enfants de la Rue is taking a little breath before starting a new cycle, the Maison des Jeunes is still in business and that is where step almost the integrity of my days. With the money from sales of the first production of bags we could well fund the murals, which after a long work is coming to its final phase, and a part of the gain, were purchased Pagnes others that are already in the form of grants on the Italian market stalls. The Minister of Social Affairs came to visit the MJC and has appreciated the project "En chemin vers l'autonomy" by making a picture with one of our aprons and encouraging them to continue.
As for the murals, before we begin the sketches on the wall workers aware of the importance of visual communication with a training course entitled "The walls speak" which was a themed walk from cave paintings through to Keith Haring batik, we discussed and chose the theme (Faadah Me-den: large ensemble), we did make children their sketches, we have set out and voted, and elected a winner who is now collaborating with artists painting on the wall. On 14 there will be a launch and I can already tell you who is coming off a wonderful job ...
In any case, the greatest satisfaction comes from experience with the infant group "Eban Ivoire," a 'hodgepodge of desperate people who have started to sing less than three months but, with so many tests and a performance characteristic were able to win the coveted prize of the Music City. We have already celebrated the trophy to duty, carry it around the city would miss the World Cup, we give you the opportunity to hear the piece that led us to victory.
Sometimes I feel Allen's Zelig (this actually happened in Milan) but it is true that osmosis is making me a po'camerunese not forget any of you and I can not wait to see you in a couple of months to tell you a voice many adventures. It will not be the shade of a baobab to make the setting for these stories, but I'll try to sing on a couch or a stage this Africa that knows how to take your belly and heart.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Gay Looking Motorcycle Jacket
Bags & photos .. My Serenade
E 'got a new load of bags, backpacks and aprons ! Here are some preview photos:
Le tre borse
Il primo carico è stato esaurito in fretta, per informazioni sulle vendite contattate ilaria direttamente ( ilaria.gomarasca@fastwebnet.it ). Siamo anche interessati a fiere, feste e simili dove sia possibile venderle!
Infine ecco alcune foto inedite dal Cameroun..
E 'got a new load of bags, backpacks and aprons ! Here are some preview photos:
Overview
Le tre borse
Il primo carico è stato esaurito in fretta, per informazioni sulle vendite contattate ilaria direttamente ( ilaria.gomarasca@fastwebnet.it ). Siamo anche interessati a fiere, feste e simili dove sia possibile venderle!
Infine ecco alcune foto inedite dal Cameroun..
Friday, June 1, 2007
Victoria's Secret Oil Bra
When this lad of twenty two
he went looking for a moon
That could brighten more than your eyes
He left home and past behind
Filled his bag of chimeras
He started walking among the stars
But I hope you understand
by the footsteps on the sand
we're hand in hand
when the silence all around
makes a noise you cannot stand
and you get no way to hide
all the music you have inside
if you're listening to me
as you only could make it
wanna tell you that I'm sure
I will never find a moon
as bright as you
Wild serenades without no lover near
Feel a little nostalgia that grows in the heart
But I know you can hear me
can't erase the memory
When you made me taste the sea
That September how's it far
But you see now where we are
How much road under the feet
How much life we've still to live
and don't worry if you're confused
I can’t see a better cure
than stay with you
what I found I still don't know
but the will of painting again
kill the fears and wash the blames
I'm not able with the words
so accept this kind of song
it's the answer of a lad,
with a red nose in his sack,
who wants you back
...
When this boy of twenty-two parties to seek a moon
What could shine more than your eyes
He left behind the house and the past filled his backpack
chimeras,
He started to walk among the stars
But I hope you understand
With footprints in the sand that we are walking hand in hand
When the silence around
makes a noise that can not endure
And you have no way to hide
All the music you have inside If
you're listening to right now
As you may only do I want to tell you that I am sure
What I'll never find a moon that shines as you
Strumming a groan on my old guitar serenades
wild side without a lover feel a slight nostalgia
growing inside
But I know that you can feel
You can not erase the memory of
when you made me taste the sea That
But in September as far
see where we are
How far in feet
How much life to live again And do not worry if you're confused I do not see a cure
better than being with you I know I
I made my mistakes
still do not know what I've found
But the desire to paint still
Kill fears and wash blame
I'm not good with words
Allora ti prego accetta questa specie di canzone
È la risposta di un ragazzo
Con un naso rosso nello zaino
Che ti rivuole con sé
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Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Cruiseship Auditions 2010
16/05/2007 at Djambotou
Carissimi amici,
a Djambotou sono le otto e ventiquattro di un martedì mattina che non ha ancora regalato al cielo la consueta luce brillante. Sdraiato sul mio letto, con una mezza giornata di riposo, dopo tanti giorni senza notizie, vi invito ancora una volta a spiare questo mondo dalle tendine della mia camera in Cameroun (o "cameroom" come qualcuno ha cominciato a chiamarla) sapendo che queste parole che si snoderanno in mezzo a congegni capaci di far loro percorrere quattromila chilometri in qualche secondo avrei wanted to tell you a voice, keeping his hands and looking into my eyes to get across the color and warmth that this place is capable of giving.
A month and a few days, the French cousins \u200b\u200bembrace their new president, the country Bel squares crowned Italian champions Inter Milan, and here we live without making too much noise and people continue to bring out its challenges. In fact
events deserve a bit of the first page. First of all, it's raining. After two and a half months of the Tarantino scene to fight hot hell of a roaring storm liberating Garoua has restored the joy of the water: my street children have begun to launch barefoot in the puddles of the basketball court of the MJC, the mama danced outside the shops thanking Allah for the immense gift, in the bar toasting to the first major downpour of the year.
I can not deny that I had never enjoyed so the smell of rain.
But the most amazing thing is that it took only three sporadic time to change the entire landscape, day after day we began to see a green blanket coat the dry fields of corn and cassava and in two weeks all that was Yellow has taken a new color.
Also in the news, apart from the Kenya Airways plane that crashed in the area of \u200b\u200bDouala-news that bounced off the windows of the international-news, a couple of other news stories affect the lives of urban Garoua transforming it into a kind of Twin Peaks.
few weeks ago, the bodies of five young people were exposed to the public the mall in front of the police: a sign of strength by the Corps d'Intervention Special (authorized immediate execution) against coupers de route, bandits at night, hiding by the roadside that cut the bush to assault passengers and to plunder everything that they are wearing. A phenomenon that wears the North of Cameroon for a lifetime but which has intensified under the government Biya and now you have chosen to deal with hardline.
The second is a story from Friday is crazy that everyone is talking about and that has become a real syndrome: Garoua rumor that has been infested by vampires and that they have arrested a (And paying 150 francs to the cops see you do it). So, given that the popular imagination travels here and I think the gremlins, it is true that the news was spread by radio and they seem to have seriously stopped a guy who bite people to suck the blood ... I know that you are now much quieter .
The city has experienced another important collective moment on May 1: Labor Day is here very much felt in the morning a long procession allows all those who have a job to pass on the main street in front of fellow citizens and authorities, wagons and posters extolling their luck. Normally, the chief offers lunch to the employees and liters of beer and music Ivorian accompagnano i festeggiamenti fino a notte inoltrata.
Un altro momento di festa, con altro significato e altra celebrazione, l'abbiamo vissuto il 28 Aprile scorso all'inaugurazione del centro di accoglienza per ragazzi di strada denominato SAARE DJABBAAMA. Il centro, che non è un orfanotrofio ma una struttura di passaggio dove i bambini che hanno scelto di tornare in famiglia possono vivere un periodo di transizione, è già funzionale da un anno, ma ancora non c'era stata la pomposa cerimonia. Dopo i discorsi del responsabile della struttura, delle autorità politiche e religiose, i ragazzi hanno fatto sentire la loro voce, prima con la messa in scena di una piccola piece di teatro che rappresentava a typical picture of street life, then by performing a song that we wrote and prepared together, saying among other things: autorités du Cameroun, qui gouvernez du nord au sud, aujourd'hui c'est notre jour, nous sommes les enfants du futur . La preparazione del canto è stata un'occasione per riflettere proprio sull'idea di futuro che per questi ragazzi, abituati a vivere alla giornata, non è spesso contemplata.
Se il programma ragazzi di strada (PEDR) è -ovviamente- un progetto a fondo perso, la Maison des Jeunes, in quanto centro non di intrattenimento ma di animazione e formazione, è una struttura che avrebbe le potenzialità to produce and contribute to the financing of its activities. The problem of mentality, and you can not change it overnight. But the idea is that if a part of the annual budget was invested in productive assets or financing of training courses, focusing on quality and the proposed office is to stop thinking that everything is due and you are standing only because there are International donations or money of a foreign NGO. The context is critical in establishing the approach and objectives of a property and think that a "youth house" in northern Cameroon, where the work is missing and poverty is widespread, it can work as an oratorio or a community center and be standing thanks only to volunteer in my opinion is a serious mistake. Apart from the animation with the smallest ones, which is essential in a place where no aggregation of any proposal for children, provision for children should aim higher and take advantage of the skills required to serve as an association that gives young people the possibilities and not only the ground for a chat. Even my speech with the group "promotion jeunes filles" was therefore aimed. Girls with no education and no job used to passively attend a course in sewing, cooking, dyeing and peri-culture (which they themselves have paid) for two and a half weeks were made to work hard. They have produced bags, backpacks and aprons that this Saturday will be sold in Italy. The proceeds will be tripartite: I will take up the capital that I spent for the tissues, the same group reinvesterà the capital to buy and continue to produce new tissue, a third party to help finance the cost of a mural that will be done by the children of MJC same. For girls, the Italian market is not infinite, but in the meantime have started working on the fabric and not on the rolls of cardboard, they are practicing very slowly and moves into their heads the idea that they have a skill that can bring in something, begin to manage themselves on their own to assess their little capital to invest and why.
Too often stumble into facile syllogisms Africa. Among the most common to consider it a hopeless continent that needs to its macro-MACROPROBLEMS. Maybe it's a convenient excuse for tenercela away. But so long as it is in Africa will continue to knock on our door as a neighbor annoying and intrusive. The Africa I know that I - who does not live by war and natural disasters has long-Africa is in need of education, to enhance their work, advice not to make bad investments, small capital to start a 'activities that must be followed.
makes no sense to put some big baskets of tin with the words "European Union" in the most dirty of Garoua hoping that people will rediscover overnight environmentalist. The baskets will disappear after a few days to be resold in the market in some parts of the area.
makes no sense to build wells in a village where for centuries have done without, without forming a management committee, without making the people involved in the expenditure in their pockets because they feel the weight of the investment and realize the benefits that this round the land has to offer. The first failure will leave the well being of whites and continue to do as they did for centuries.
swallow does not make sense media, money, objects, without the local people able to train on how to use them, how to exploit them. We leave the donations to those who dealing with emergencies, here give to those who have two arms and a head sounds like an insult. It makes sense to promote the GIC (interest groups), the good projects from associations, groups that are self-taxing to have a cash cushion, tontines groups who believe in the emancipation, the work of people who do not cry him but work hard to get out of a situation of deprivation. In Cameroon
sometimes you see two grown men walk together hand in hand. Without shame or malice, is a sign of friendship and trust. Africa does not want (and should not ask) but favors or pity recognition of its value, its powers of his work. He asks to be taken hand in hand, not as an old in difficoltà, ma come un bambino che ha davvero voglia di crescere.
JJ
Carissimi amici,
a Djambotou sono le otto e ventiquattro di un martedì mattina che non ha ancora regalato al cielo la consueta luce brillante. Sdraiato sul mio letto, con una mezza giornata di riposo, dopo tanti giorni senza notizie, vi invito ancora una volta a spiare questo mondo dalle tendine della mia camera in Cameroun (o "cameroom" come qualcuno ha cominciato a chiamarla) sapendo che queste parole che si snoderanno in mezzo a congegni capaci di far loro percorrere quattromila chilometri in qualche secondo avrei wanted to tell you a voice, keeping his hands and looking into my eyes to get across the color and warmth that this place is capable of giving.
A month and a few days, the French cousins \u200b\u200bembrace their new president, the country Bel squares crowned Italian champions Inter Milan, and here we live without making too much noise and people continue to bring out its challenges. In fact
events deserve a bit of the first page. First of all, it's raining. After two and a half months of the Tarantino scene to fight hot hell of a roaring storm liberating Garoua has restored the joy of the water: my street children have begun to launch barefoot in the puddles of the basketball court of the MJC, the mama danced outside the shops thanking Allah for the immense gift, in the bar toasting to the first major downpour of the year.
I can not deny that I had never enjoyed so the smell of rain.
But the most amazing thing is that it took only three sporadic time to change the entire landscape, day after day we began to see a green blanket coat the dry fields of corn and cassava and in two weeks all that was Yellow has taken a new color. Also in the news, apart from the Kenya Airways plane that crashed in the area of \u200b\u200bDouala-news that bounced off the windows of the international-news, a couple of other news stories affect the lives of urban Garoua transforming it into a kind of Twin Peaks.
few weeks ago, the bodies of five young people were exposed to the public the mall in front of the police: a sign of strength by the Corps d'Intervention Special (authorized immediate execution) against coupers de route, bandits at night, hiding by the roadside that cut the bush to assault passengers and to plunder everything that they are wearing. A phenomenon that wears the North of Cameroon for a lifetime but which has intensified under the government Biya and now you have chosen to deal with hardline.
The second is a story from Friday is crazy that everyone is talking about and that has become a real syndrome: Garoua rumor that has been infested by vampires and that they have arrested a (And paying 150 francs to the cops see you do it). So, given that the popular imagination travels here and I think the gremlins, it is true that the news was spread by radio and they seem to have seriously stopped a guy who bite people to suck the blood ... I know that you are now much quieter .
The city has experienced another important collective moment on May 1: Labor Day is here very much felt in the morning a long procession allows all those who have a job to pass on the main street in front of fellow citizens and authorities, wagons and posters extolling their luck. Normally, the chief offers lunch to the employees and liters of beer and music Ivorian accompagnano i festeggiamenti fino a notte inoltrata.
Un altro momento di festa, con altro significato e altra celebrazione, l'abbiamo vissuto il 28 Aprile scorso all'inaugurazione del centro di accoglienza per ragazzi di strada denominato SAARE DJABBAAMA. Il centro, che non è un orfanotrofio ma una struttura di passaggio dove i bambini che hanno scelto di tornare in famiglia possono vivere un periodo di transizione, è già funzionale da un anno, ma ancora non c'era stata la pomposa cerimonia. Dopo i discorsi del responsabile della struttura, delle autorità politiche e religiose, i ragazzi hanno fatto sentire la loro voce, prima con la messa in scena di una piccola piece di teatro che rappresentava a typical picture of street life, then by performing a song that we wrote and prepared together, saying among other things: autorités du Cameroun, qui gouvernez du nord au sud, aujourd'hui c'est notre jour, nous sommes les enfants du futur . La preparazione del canto è stata un'occasione per riflettere proprio sull'idea di futuro che per questi ragazzi, abituati a vivere alla giornata, non è spesso contemplata.
Se il programma ragazzi di strada (PEDR) è -ovviamente- un progetto a fondo perso, la Maison des Jeunes, in quanto centro non di intrattenimento ma di animazione e formazione, è una struttura che avrebbe le potenzialità to produce and contribute to the financing of its activities. The problem of mentality, and you can not change it overnight. But the idea is that if a part of the annual budget was invested in productive assets or financing of training courses, focusing on quality and the proposed office is to stop thinking that everything is due and you are standing only because there are International donations or money of a foreign NGO. The context is critical in establishing the approach and objectives of a property and think that a "youth house" in northern Cameroon, where the work is missing and poverty is widespread, it can work as an oratorio or a community center and be standing thanks only to volunteer in my opinion is a serious mistake. Apart from the animation with the smallest ones, which is essential in a place where no aggregation of any proposal for children, provision for children should aim higher and take advantage of the skills required to serve as an association that gives young people the possibilities and not only the ground for a chat. Even my speech with the group "promotion jeunes filles" was therefore aimed. Girls with no education and no job used to passively attend a course in sewing, cooking, dyeing and peri-culture (which they themselves have paid) for two and a half weeks were made to work hard. They have produced bags, backpacks and aprons that this Saturday will be sold in Italy. The proceeds will be tripartite: I will take up the capital that I spent for the tissues, the same group reinvesterà the capital to buy and continue to produce new tissue, a third party to help finance the cost of a mural that will be done by the children of MJC same. For girls, the Italian market is not infinite, but in the meantime have started working on the fabric and not on the rolls of cardboard, they are practicing very slowly and moves into their heads the idea that they have a skill that can bring in something, begin to manage themselves on their own to assess their little capital to invest and why.
Too often stumble into facile syllogisms Africa. Among the most common to consider it a hopeless continent that needs to its macro-MACROPROBLEMS. Maybe it's a convenient excuse for tenercela away. But so long as it is in Africa will continue to knock on our door as a neighbor annoying and intrusive. The Africa I know that I - who does not live by war and natural disasters has long-Africa is in need of education, to enhance their work, advice not to make bad investments, small capital to start a 'activities that must be followed.
makes no sense to put some big baskets of tin with the words "European Union" in the most dirty of Garoua hoping that people will rediscover overnight environmentalist. The baskets will disappear after a few days to be resold in the market in some parts of the area.
makes no sense to build wells in a village where for centuries have done without, without forming a management committee, without making the people involved in the expenditure in their pockets because they feel the weight of the investment and realize the benefits that this round the land has to offer. The first failure will leave the well being of whites and continue to do as they did for centuries.
swallow does not make sense media, money, objects, without the local people able to train on how to use them, how to exploit them. We leave the donations to those who dealing with emergencies, here give to those who have two arms and a head sounds like an insult. It makes sense to promote the GIC (interest groups), the good projects from associations, groups that are self-taxing to have a cash cushion, tontines groups who believe in the emancipation, the work of people who do not cry him but work hard to get out of a situation of deprivation. In Cameroon
sometimes you see two grown men walk together hand in hand. Without shame or malice, is a sign of friendship and trust. Africa does not want (and should not ask) but favors or pity recognition of its value, its powers of his work. He asks to be taken hand in hand, not as an old in difficoltà, ma come un bambino che ha davvero voglia di crescere.
JJ
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Chefmate Mini Refrigerator
A Lullaby for the losers they call
Out tonight
there's a lonely minstrel
playing some rhymes
with a wood tin whistle
he looks like praying his Jesus
he looks like praying his Jesus
Look at the eyes
of a heavy drinker
how much life
hid among the wrinkles
he always plays this jingle
always the same jingle
for the heroes unnamed
for the poets without fame
for who's waiting his time
I sing tonight
for those misunderstood
for the weird and the good (ones)
for those tired of the life
this lullaby
Hold you tight
all your precious stories
it comes the time
here's your while of glory
and God won't say you sorry
your God won't say you sorry
But tonight
you're the only singer
take your stage
and give us that whisper
we just need your whistle
we just need your whistle
for the poets without fame
for who's waiting his time
I sing tonight
for those misunderstood
for the weird and the good (ones)
for those tired of the life
this lullaby
for the failed idealists
for the old street prophets'
for who is wondering why
he's out tonight
for the kings without crown
for those stamped as clowns
oh can embrace them tonight
this lullaby
Fuori stasera
There is a minstrel lonely
that sounds to some
with a wooden whistle
seems to be praying his Jesus
seems to be praying his Jesus
look at the eyes
a heavy drinker
how much life
hidden between the lines
always this refrain sounds
the same things
for heroes without a name
for poets inglorious
who is waiting for its moment
tonight hand
for misunderstood
for the weird and the good
for those tired of life
this lullaby
Stay close
all your precious stories
comes time
this is your moment of glory
and God will not ask you excuse
your God will ask you to excuse
But tonight
You're the only singer
Take your stage
and lovely pics that whisper
we need your whistle
we need your whistle
for heroes without a name
for poets inglorious
for those who are waiting its moment
tonight singing
for misunderstood
for the odd and Good
for those tired of life
this lullaby
for idealists failed
to the prophets of old road
for anyone who is wondering why
this night is out
to the king without a crown
for those condemned to clowns can be
embrace all this lullaby tonight
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Aerobic Instructor Costumes
07/04/2005 Guldum
Here they call him all Guldum. 
Here they call him all Guldum.
The beginning guttural already suggests that the name conceals a considerable amount of authority, but if you know it, then Guldum appears naked in his incontestable might.
Guldum is so important that when you meet a friend on the road again before you ask "How are you?" he is asked "How's Guldum?". And often the answer is not positive.
Guldum is so strong that never sleeps. Every night before sleep here each night hoping that at least this Guldum needs a little rest, but it seems his power is infinite.
Men have invented all sorts of machinery to fight it but he is still often win.
Guldum in the country where I come from there. But here for three months a year is the absolute sovereign and his subjects bend when it comes as no other king on earth.
Dear friends,
Guldum arrived. I was very frightened by the South and did well: here the heat is something inconceivable, difficult even to imagine. E'assurdo because the temperature never drops and when it blows a breath of wind is hot air. If you want to experience the emotion, try to get close to an oven Pointer and a hairdryer in your face. But only if you are very supportive.
Obviously it's a dry heat and then drink like a gallon of water a day but go to the bathroom twice, we have the thermometer in the living room is always above 35 degrees and when we dared to put it on the sill of the window (but still in the shade ) increased to a maximum of forty-five degrees, without giving us the satisfaction of knowing how far it could go.
But the real comedy is the night. Here to fight the drought and take everyone invents his strategies. I, in addition to the fan that runs from the evening than the morning over my head, I have a bottle with stopper (Patent of Luke) that use three or four times in one night to wet the bed and me that Scott is essential, an escort of two liters of ice water to quench their thirst.
Every now and then you wake up and run in the shower two minutes before getting back to sleep, a volunteer who was here last year put the pillow each night secure in the freezer for a prolonged cool. But the best remedy is to sleep outside (as do all the rest, since it is not that many people have fans and fans mica, and almost no one - not even to us - an air conditioning system) because during the dry season there are not many mosquitoes. Me and Luke two nights we took the car and went to sleep without the , an agricultural center in full brousse , 15 km from Garoua, where he pulls in more than a wisp of air. I do not say that magic sleep under a tree in the middle of the savannah, with the stars over our eyes and a herd of animals to keep us company. The first time I slept without interruption until dawn while the second guard came to wake us up at night to tell us that he needed the sling he had forgotten in our machine (here the guards defend us with machetes, bow or just slingshot ...).
The work is progressing well. Ended the month of observation are entered in full swing in the two projects and I must say that this dichotomy in the partition of my time allows me to see the two worlds, so different.
program Enfants de la Rue (EDR) is really well organized, think that since its inception in 1997, reinstated in families of origin more than 450 children of which 82% were stabilized and eighty children are back on the road. Our children's Petite Maison (at the end of April will be re-opened JABBAAMA SAAR) ended the second quarter with very high averages, and for this we have celebrated with lots of songs, greetings and dinner for the Easter holidays. I have prepared juice folerè (a red flower very bitter) but I forgot sugar and the same children came to tell me that was good.
One of the most exciting of the project are the voyages of "research" and "assessment". Behind every boy there is a history to be reconstructed, a laborious investigation to track the path to try to entrust it to a family member. As you would have detailed information from a child of ten is not the easiest thing in the world. We rely on vague memories and you go on a treasure hunt that only after several attempts by some results. When the return was made trips become "assessment" in the sense that every now and then you go to see if the return is good, it is still at home, studying, working, etc. ..
Monday I returned from one of these trips: we started in 11 of a pickup, 7 "petit bandits" and 4 processors and up to Tokombéré we arrived, the Far North. Faticanti travel, especially driving on roads in these villages unthinkable to get forgotten by the world, but when you are before the eyes of a child twelve years old who bursts into tears after learning that his mother thought he was dead you'd think that this trip also made knees.
the Maison des Jeunes et de la Culture, social importance as the capital center (think that some musicians famosi in Cameroun hanno impugnato la loro prima chitarra proprio in una MJC, un giornalista che ora lavora a Canal 2 è stato iniziato al mondo nella comunicazione in uno di questi centri) dato che di proposte sociali a livello statale, soprattutto qui al Nord, non ce ne sono, la mia presenza – tanto quanto l'utenza- è molto diversa. Se coi ragazzi di strada le richieste rispecchiano una necessità di soddisfazione dei bisogni primari, di attenzione e considerazione (ridono da matti se mi cimento in improbabili conversazioni o declamazioni in fulfuldè), le richieste ma soprattutto le risorse di una MJC chiedono un altro approccio e altri obbiettivi. Per ora ho collaborato con uno stagista nigeriano dalle rare capacità artistiche to try to awaken the studio of hip hop music lost in the maze and the decale coupe. I played with him at the Women's Day, the feast for his departure and I even made a song that perhaps ignorant on his album comes out in June in Nigeria. Not that it was really my dream when I was a child, but cooperation was still interesting.
With the theater group have staged a tropical Snow White (Snow White guy who's mother died of malaria) and now I'm working on the registration of a religious choir.
I try to do everything and leaving a legacy by training local leaders (never a lecture but a very empirical direct exchange) is one of the things I learned from these early months, twenty days to come down as three years, however, did not make sense if the interaction does not leave gained an ability that can be exploited even after our departure. I think also eyeing the new European routes in international cooperation is perceived a change of course in this direct way to the empowerment and funding of projects paternariato with local NGOs, as well as the necessary cooperation between local and foreign organizations (NGOs, missions ...) that too often trample feet in the same area, which is quite ironic in a field like that. However, we find very interesting projects but also many overlapping structures, or to purposes unknown. What is sure is that money and turn it often is not clear where they end up. And another sure thing is that here have not understood that time is a resource that is worth as much as money.
E'incredibile, I think that all mail could be ten pages long there are too many things I'd like to share with you, even the crazy things that you see around (kind: here the shirt of a football team that is Cagliari or Manchester, satus is a symbol, but when I arrived in a remote village and found the wife of the headman in his sixties and with no teeth mesh Ljiumberg I laughed for a quarter of an hour), but if there's one thing I can not do is to thank you for the wonderful gift you have given me to get down. Thanks in Smyrna, creator and producer of the video (I do not know what words to use to make you understand what you are helping me), thanks to all who have contributed or that I have "only" put a greeting in front of the camera, it was a special moment for me, I felt at home.
the country without air and without a long warm hug to each of you.
the next episode
jj
Sunday, March 11, 2007
What To Writw On A Tombstone
Dreamland
Dreamland
Take my hand and we’ll travel till there
Close your eyes and let you go
Put your wings and fly with me
Dreamland
Oh dreamland
I come again
Don’t keep me back
That world is waiting for me
Don’t call me mad
If I’m in love with the wind
I seen it
Yes, I been there
Just like you
Dreamland
Cross the door of that place where’s no end
At the things that you can see
And the world will call us fool
Dreamland
Oh dreamland
On see again
Do not ever say
Such a place can not exist
Follow
It's just my way out of the mist
Feel it Just believe it'll be in
Cause it can give more Than anything else
There can hear stories Never Told
And When your heart a little desert swallows ready
His arms will hold you to
...
The place of dreams
Take my hand and travel up to there
Close your eyes and let yourself go
Put your wings and fly with me
place of dreams
place of dreams Oh I'm coming one more time
Ti prego, Non trattenermi
Quel mondo mi sta aspettando
Non chiamarmi pazzo
Se sono innamorato del vento
Io l’ho visto
Si io ci sono stato
Proprio come te
Posto dei sogni
Varcare la porta del luogo dove non c’è limite
Alle cose che puoi vedere
E il mondo ci chiamerà pazzi
Posto dei sogni
Oh posto dei sogni
Ci si rivede ancora
Non dirmi mai
“un luogo così non può esistere”
Segui me
E’proprio lì fuori dalla nebbia
Sentilo
Basta crederci
E ci sarai dentro
Perchè può darmi più di qualunque altra cosa
Lì si possono ascoltare storie mai raccontate
E quando un piccolo deserto invaderà il tuo cuore
Le sue braccia saranno pronte ad accoglierti
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Haematoma Disolve, How Long
10/03/2007: When we think we can keep the world in one hand half
"Quando pensiamo di poter tenere il mondo in una mano, e lo guardiamo dall'alto, tendiamo a diventare arroganti, dimenticando che a distanza le cose appaiono sfocate. Finiamo quindi per immaginare, piuttosto che vedere realmente" 
"Quando pensiamo di poter tenere il mondo in una mano, e lo guardiamo dall'alto, tendiamo a diventare arroganti, dimenticando che a distanza le cose appaiono sfocate. Finiamo quindi per immaginare, piuttosto che vedere realmente"
Carissimi,
settimana scorsa ho festeggiato i miei primi due mesi in Cameroun e ho dunque deciso di farvi qualche regalo. Il primo è la canzone che ormai da qualche giorno ho pubblicato (pardon, l'efficacissimo Smirne ha pubblicato) sul blog: è il frutto di una serata passata con qualche amico in un cortile, sotto un cielo stellato e con l'odore dei corpi sudati nelle narici, suonando la musica più calda del mondo.
La seconda sono le foto che vi sto inviando, così che possiate lasciarvi incantare e provocare dalla visione di immagini inconsuete per i nostri occhi.
La terza è questa frase che dà un senso al mio essere qui, lontano da casa, da voi e dalle abitudini assimilate in ventidue anni di vita. E' il pensiero di un signore che qualche mese fa è stato premiato con il Nobel per la Pace.
Questa settimana Garoua breathed in a surreal atmosphere: Wednesday we woke up wrapped in the mists of dry, a thick fog of sand and dust from the desert sollevatesi you enter everywhere, even leading to infections and meningitis, which is why many people do not leave the house.
In the last few days the police are putting a sieve of illegal motorcycle taxi drivers and whoever is found does not have the permission he gets a fine not to laugh, and then blocked transport and other people forced to stay at home . But above all
Friday morning - after stracabarettstica ceremony on Thursday night-it was a rumor that the Ballon d'Africa Drogba has been delivered and not all'ivoriano Sant 'Eto'o ... sort of national mourning and consequently most of the shops closed.
Add to the cloud of sand depopulation and the ghostly carcasses of abandoned cars that raged in every corner of the road and if you're of my generation, imagine the post-atomic environments of Ken Shiro. Something like that.
Slowly I'm settled here in the North. The climate is getting hotter, and in the middle of the day the thermometer dares to drop below forty degrees (even here there are those who say, perhaps for lack of benchmarks, which is the warmest city in Garoua the world) but luckily the house well ventilated for now is still pretty cool and a refuge, another chance, my roommates (Chicco, administrator of all the projects of COE Garoua, Angelle responsible for the house, Sara and Isia, two Turin girls graduate students in pharmacy come to a project, despite their infinite desire has not left yet, Luke, an agronomist in Milan who arrived a few days) are all nice people.
But the greatest fortune is to be inserted in two beautiful reality with trained staff and a lot of ambitions. The first project is the EDR (Enfants de la Rue-street children), which aims through different structures and activities to help the many children and young people who for various reasons ended up on the road. Garoua is a city of reference for the whole northern Cameroon, an economic and commercial center that goes around the Sodecoton (the industry that employs more people and produces everything in Garoua is a bit 'as Fiat is Turin) So the guys who leave their villages it is here that are trying their luck or just a little 'adventure. Often the decision to leave the hidden problems of families living together (perhaps the most common case is that of the stepmother who mistreats his children by his father with his first wife), the fact is that the streets are filled with boys 8-25 years live day by day trying to scrape together the amount sufficient to eat and take drugs (especially the kola bust you for a few hours making you spend your appetite). The educational challenge is huge because often the kids are on the road for some time and have no intention of abandoning the freedom, apart from the direction of the flock, for many of them really matters most. The operation is bilateral: it seeks to work on them but at the same time on the families to assess a possible replacement. Concretely 5 teachers (all Cameroonians, more me now) alternate in the different areas where the project develops: the maison de jeunes where 2 times a week we welcome the street children - an average of 40-50 admissions-is playing, watching a movie, make dressings, it offers them a meal and a chance to wash and wash their clothes as well as a constant possibility to exchange a few words, the road, where every night an educator in turn goes to check if There are problems and the prison, the journey to meet the families of origin, the Petit Maison where they live full time 13 kids who have chosen to change their lives, the firm, where he offers a path of recovery for older kids.
The second is an animation project with its Maison de Jeunes similar to Yaounde, but users with higher and more structured activities.
more time passes and more are happy with my choice. The chance to see it really is a privilege without equal. Moreover, the Cameroonian rhythms, slowed by the heat wave that day after day becomes more and more suffocating, they offered me the opportunity to think, plan, or just to go out and sit in a bar next to some old loner who wants to be listen. Sometimes we seek answers to life's problems somewhere, we fill all not to feel that something dies inside , forgetting the precious secrets of which they are custodians of many men, women and children every day and we do next blind eye. These are stories of life, absurd stories that tell a hectic world that we inhabitants of the city, clean, performers and consumers of packages, perceive as a universe in which we guard tangent but dall'addentrarci well.
I think that Brigitte has a blind husband and a disabled child and is punctually every morning with a smile to work in the white house I think
Aziz who grew up playing in the room where my mother, "entertained" customers. Doux
I think that is not ashamed to say that his face has been disfigured by acid that they have brought upon because the caught stealing. David
I think that tells me the plot of the film that invented just to make a po'd'attenzione. Esperance
I think that 50 years have wanted to play with the body by teaching the Theatre no questions asked.
And then I think how beautiful it is and how important he go from being called Nassara (white man) to be called Paul.
How I wish that you were here to see everything with your own eyes. How I wish I could be next in this experience.
JJ
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