guyn-O-mer

Attending a good friend's funeral remembered me my own always virtual last will.
Easy to say if you're dead what will it matter to ask you questions like "In what place would I like to assemble my friends and family?" or "what music would i like to listen to after my death?" or "What would I like to exclude absolutely from my funeral?" .... and more of these?
In fact it is the way I would like to be remembered, my so called posterity.
The first time I would have had written my last will in this sense was when another good friend had been killed in an car accident a long time ago and when I had been the powerless spectator of an horrible choreography of narrow-minded parents that fetched back all they can inclusive of her dead daughter who had broken with them since many years.
Without respecting anyone who lived with her the last ten years.
I never wrote this last will and perhaps won't write it anyway.
Memory won't be my exercise but that of who will follow.

la suite - continue - weiter

Freeze! It was juste the opposite, nobody told me to freeze, but I moved unfortunately on my bycicle so that I had great difficulties to breeze then. As if a stroke had passed through my left shoulder.

la suite - continue - weiter

A mosquito woke me up last friday, there were no moskitos in here the days before nor where there some later. Is ist possible for a moskito to survive a week in a cardboard box of our removal from Brest to Poitiers?

la suite - continue - weiter

Such as Archie Shepp performed with Max Roach a long concert 1979 in Willisau to do homage to the long march, Charlie Haden did something shorter to celebrate the same person.
Today I was sorting my old audio cassettes forgotten in a lost corner of our house and reappeared for removal. As I have no more packing cases I'm obliged to throw away myold sentimental rubbish. But some cassettes I couldn't like this record from Cherry, Redman, Haden and Blackwell which just contains Chairman Mao. The title has no more importance but the tune is engraved in my memory since a trip to Willisau where I heard it for the first time in my car, when I drove early in the morning and my passengers slept peacefully next to me. We just had left Troyes to take the road to Switzerland, sun was rising and all fitted to this marvellous tune.
But I'm getting sentimental ...

la suite - continue - weiter

... some month before Nikita Khrushchev denounced in his "Secret Speech" the "cult of personality" that surrounded Stalin, (btw this famous speech wasn't published in the german democatic republic, Brecht's land of choice after 1945, before 1989. Exactly five years after his death eastern Germany mounted their "antifascist protection wall" arround the western part of the city of Berlin. Like friends of mine told me after its destruction in 1989: This wall protected us very well against all this prevailing stupidity in western and eastern Germany. In the same year of 1956, the Egyptian leader, Nasser, nationalised the Suez canal, angered British and French by the way and provoked one of this ridiculous military interventions in the middle east, where the french and british finally understood that thjey were no more great and powerful nations.
So we came back to actual stuff, the Sinai in 1956, the Lebanon in 2006 ...

la suite - continue - weiter

I'm leaving my student's room like all other french students - but I'm not one of them - to the end of june.
My landlady was very glad to see me tidy up my room - I even bought a vacuum cleaner because hers died some weeks ago - allover happiness was nearly complete still next morning.
When I wanted to take a shower I found the bathroom door locked - but I wasn't left a long time despairing on the doorstep.
My landlady had peered out impatiently that moment.
My unpardonable fault: I hadn't not yet given her back her house key.
As Germans like to say: "Vertrauen ist gut, Kontrolle ist besser." (Trust is good, but control is better.)

la suite - continue - weiter

Is Berlusconi a reptile?

la suite - continue - weiter