Posts Tagged ‘tourism

05
Apr
09

Cinematic Mis-mnemonics

I would like to bring myself back in touch with my culture. But I have restricted means to do so. I thought America was the land where anything can happen. I thought  cyberspace could produce a surrogate culture for me. I guess I will have to make do with whatever I can find – even if it is reductive and offensive to me. And kind of funny at the same time.  Cinematically manufactured mythologies.

Locating the feeling visually, through cinematic and televisual detours:

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24
Feb
09

Resting on Laurels

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STATEMENT

On Saturday night, the Greek police assassinated a 15 year old student.

His assassination was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

It was the continuation of a coordinated action, by state terrorism and the Golden Dawn, which aimed at university and high school students (with the private universities first), at migrants that continue to be persecuted for being born with the wrong colour, at the employees that must work to death without compensation.

The government of cover-ups with its praetors, having burnt the forests last summer, is responsible for all major cities burning now, too. It protected financial criminals, all those involved in the mobile phone interceptions scandal, those looting the employees’ insurance funds, those kidnapping migrants, those who protected the banks and the monasteries that steal from the ordinary people.

We are in Civil War: With the fascists, the bankers, the state, the media wishing to see an obedient society.

There are no excuses, yet they once again try to use conspiracy theories to calm spirits down.

The rage that had accumulated had to be expressed and should not, by any means, end.

Throughout the world we are making headlines, it was about time that people uprise everywhere.

The generation of the poor, the unemployed, the partially employed, the homeless, the migrants, the youth, is the generation that will smash every display window and will wake up the obedient citizens from their sleep of the ephemeral American dream.

Don’t watch the news, consciousness is born in the streets

When the youth is murdered, the old people should not sleep

Goodbye Alexandros, may your blood be the last of an innocent to run

20
Feb
09

a memory, an image, a trigger

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The Berlin Wall.

What was there before ME. I was not there. It never happened to me.

20
Feb
09

Childhood memory / Child’s fiction

One of my happiest and most idealized childhood memories: a family trip to Germany.

Up to this moment, I never thought of my first visit to Germany as anything else but a blissful childhood memory.

The last vacation we took as a family.

My first time on a plane.

First time in another country.

First time to meet my new aunt.

First time to practice the few German words I learned.  First time to have my accent made fun of.

Exploring the unknown  for the first time …

… and that is where it was located all this time…  buried under happy, ignorant moments.

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