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
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