David Grossman is a top Israel writer.Today I just finished his last book. It is a difficult reading, but phenomenal. When I got the book from Malka I did not had a clue about the author. Already in Geneva I shared with a Swiss friend journalist that the book is so intense and sad, but also difficult to follow. The main character is a mother of a soldier. All book is a dialogue between her and a former/current lover, friend and father of her son. Each word carries pain. She is obsessed with the hypothesis of losing her son. You can read the pain but it goes beyond the pages. And this was puzzling me. It turns out that my Swiss friend is also a friend of the author and tells me – maybe he wrote after lost his son. As in fact he did – as it is written in the very last page of the book.
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Termino este domingo a minha primeira viagem a Israel. Este pedaço de território que domina a agenda do conflito do Médio Oriente. Gostava de escrever um ‘what is in your mind’ simples, mas não é nada simples. Gostei do que vi e das pessoas, mas parto com mais questões do que certezas. Da estrada vi pelo menos duas vezes o polémico muro de West Bank.
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I confess that I got involved in facebook with some skepticism… But definitely it’s been useful to reconnect with friends. If I was still not convinced I became this week when in Delhi I added to my list of friends a dearest friend from my time at an American university 8 years ago… and he replied saying that he had seen a post of mine about India, he was wondering if by any chance I was in India, in which he had arrived the previous week. It was true – we were both in New Delhi, and we had a chance to spend time as two old buddies. To reminisce on those days, here is Beres Hammon, only a Guinness is missing 🙂
To prepare myself for 4 days with italian politicians… I looked for some italian literature in a bookstore in Rome… advised by the shop owner I left the shop with the book in the link below. The story of the police Calabresi accused by a leftist publication of murdering the political prisioner Pinelli (1969). The book is written by Calabresi’s son, now a jornalist in the respected Stampa. The book is a pleasant reading, it is more than a political memoir. It is a book from a hurted son, but the author shows an amazing capacity of reflect on the events with intelligency and balance. The book also provides insights on how the violence from the 70’s and 80’s still plays a role in the italian political game of today.
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I never visited Bulgaria, but in the last weeks I found two good surprises of this country – the tarator and Ivan Krastev. The first is a cold soup that I really recommend. the second is a political scientist. The tarator you can google it, on Krastev you can consult the webpage. I had the soup in my own place – thank you Venelina. Krastev I met in Lisbon in the summer school of the Political Studies of Catholic University. Well done Bulgaria.
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Quando se é emigrante tornamo-nos uns sentimentais nacionalistas. Compramos mais bacalhau e sonhamos com sardinhas assadas, enfim temos saudades da nossa ‘tribo’! Depois… Começa o mundial e descobrimos que estamos rodeados por gente da ‘nossa terra’. Da janela do meu escritório conto cinco bandeiras, e na minha rua uma bandeira portuguesa dança com uma bandeira brasileira. As bandeiras tugas invadiram Genebra 🙂
Filme da semana (ao menos para mim:) – SOUL KITCHEN. A German movie produced by a Turkish with the main personages being Greek. Nice soundtrack. In sum-up it is about family, friends, love and loyalty. Especially is about creating a home (even if the home is an unconventional kitchen).
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Bangkok em vermelho. Polícias e manifestantes numa dança pacífica. A opção por não-violência por parte da polícia já lhes valeu, nos meandros do povo da alcunha de watermelon- verde por fora vermelho por dentro. Estou por cá há uns dias e a observar à distância o jogo de força entre governo e oposição. Hoje o parlamento foi invadido, veremos se a paz resiste.
Bangkok inundado pelas ‘camisolas vermelhas’…o primeiro-ministro anunciou hoje estado de emergência em resultado da invasão do parlamento pelos manifestantes vermelhos. Estou por aqui há uns dias, algumas ruas estão intransitáveis, mas o confronto entre polícias e os protestantes tem sido com uma dança respeitosa. A opção da polícia em não usar violência leva a que na cidade os militares sejam agora chamados de watermerlon… verde por fora, vermelho por fora.