misc. and politics
Starting with politics, yesterday saw one calm day of voting, and re-electing Uribe as President of Colombia. Papa Noel did not stand a chance. Walking around the presidential palace on Saturday, we saw the polling station in Plaza de Bolívar, where Uribe would cast his own vote on Sunday morning. Check out Oriana's blog for news on the elections. Plaza de Bolívar
Then a latte con arequipe... ahhhhhh. Pipe, JuanK and I will get a bucket full of arequipe for our flat, and re-create that dream. In case you wonder, arequipe is a kind of paste made from milk and sugar...
At dusk (which lasts about 5 and a half minutes), we went for a stroll around the modern art museum, with a great collection of Botero's chubby worldview. Tiro Fijo as a smily fat man in front of chubby trees and with a roundish gun.
Arrived: Colombia, I've come to ya ;)
I am here, in the MC flat, safe, happy, not even too tired (the laaaaaate nights of the last two weeks were good training)!
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22 May 2006
excitementmelancholyenergy
So. My last night in Europe. The last 3 days spent between Berne, Düsseldorf (hi Mom & Dad!), had a bag of fizzy sweets with San (babe, things just never ever stop, huh?), and London. Tea before lunch with Lucy (you are AMAZING heheheee) in Cowper street, last hugs to UK MC. Dinner with Natalia, my soul-sister, my angel, how can two people have different shells and same inside? Got soaked in the rain on the way back to Albe's... suitcase will be damp... grrrrr Flight tomorrow 9am Gatwick-Atlanta-Bogotá, catch you there at 20:10 Colombian time. Got "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand. Will make these coming 19 hours interesting.
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19 May 2006
Good-bye (Dhruv's Ode to CK)
Another great piece, this one dedicated to CK, a.k.a. Mr. Yellow Company ;)
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17 May 2006
night rain
A quiet night, Berne past midnight, deserted streets, an occasional taxi cuts through the poised silence. The air is warm, and the smell of rain has been washed away by the same. Drops hit the concrete and splash lightly, inevitably, fated. The ground shines in the streetlights, carefully laquered with wetness; shaded colours, yellow, red, green, white, on black surface. With houses joined on both sides and coming down a slight slope, I see the Gurten ahead, a black mass, its hilly shape frayed at the edges, trees as black as the hill itself. The rain hits my face and runs down my neck, now slightly salty I guess.
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15 May 2006
Colombia, I'm coming to ya...
Yesterday was one of those bitter sweet days... one of those when an entire year passes by in a flash, hugging, holding hands, tears, smiles, laughter... yes, a good-bye party, but one of the best kinds.
Thank you my team, Fabo, Peter, Gudrun, CK, Carissa, Sam, Chris, Sarah, Suzan...
And here is a sample of Dhruv's pure genius... thank you so much, this will bring a smile to my face for years and years to come:
... Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreigness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places... (Italo Calvino)