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Viitorul este mut.

Un cercetator american de 93 de ani construieste orasul viitorului. Si inca din anii ‘70. Jaque Fresco ii aseaza pe oamenii viitorului in cercuri, lanseaza avioane radiant, creeaza masini aerodinamice, genereaza energie prin chestii fotovoltaice, integreaza tehnologia in natura si ne deplaseaza in aparate de zbor VTOL (vertical take-off and landing). Mai mult, viseaza la gradini exuberante si la zone rezidentiale cu case izolate. Vrea sa inlocuiasca actualul sistem social. Si cica filmul Demolatorul, pe care eu nu l-am vazut, a pornit de la ideile sale. Centrul de cercetare si design al lui Jaque este in Florida, iar primul oras experimental ar putea sa fie construit undeva in America de Sud.

Curiosi? Despre viitorul mut, proiectul Venus aici: Beyond politics, poverty and war. Credeti ca oamenii viitorului vor accepta sa traiasca intr-un astfel de oras? Credeti ca acest proiect va reusi? Credeti ca merita sa se investeasca carute de bani intr-un astfel de proiect?

Prezentul e galagios.

Inchid geamul de la masina si ascult in continuare Snow Patrol. Nu pot sa il mai aud pe copilul care imi lipeste de geam un bilet in care imi spune povestea lui de cersetor. Cobor in centru in ritm de clanxoane, vorbesc la telefon in care urlu ca sa fiu auzita, in timp ce in dreapta mea, Mihai de 9 ani imi cere bani de mancare.

Ne plimbam linistiti pe trotuar, in ritm de week-end si de centru, in spatele nostru un copil plange isteric. Parintii se agita sa il calmeze. Inot pe spate, cu urechile in apa, ca sa potolesc zgomotul din jur si sa traiesc linistita prezentul. Pe o terasa izolata ascultam muzica franceza veche, in timp ce de la bar urla un dance-disco-house combination. Ma avant din nou in apa. De data asta, incerc sa inot spre fundul bazinului. De prea multa liniste nu pot respira. Revin, tanti de la autogara canta in microfonul – still anii ‘80 – ca microbuzele si autobuzele vor pleca spre… “la orele 7”, de langa jumatatea de trotuar pe care ea o numeste peron. Plec. Imi pun castile in urechi, ascult Kabaret – Patricia Kaas si citesc Zorro.

Trecutul e o tragedie comica.

Am vazut astazi Nunta Muta a lui Horatiu Malaele. Un prezent plin de vaduve si de lumanari si ruine. Un trecut comic, colorat, dar cu final tragic. Un film devenit mut din cauza regimului comunist, adica din cauza povestii, si nu din cauza unei tehnologii primitive.

Merita vazut.

FPP

The future is in silent mode.

An American researcher (93 years old!!!) builds the city of the future world, and he has been started in the ‘70s. Jaque Fresco places the future human beings in circles, launches the planes in a radiant way, develops aerodynamic cars, creates energy through photovoltaic things, relates the technology with the nature, and provides VTOL (vertical take-off and landing) flying machines. Moreover, he dreams at beautiful houses with huge and exotic gardens, isolated from neighbors. He wants to replace the current social system with a new one. And I heard that his project inspired the movie Demolition Man (I didn’t see that movie, did you?). Fresco’s lab is placed in Florida, and the first pilot city would be built somewhere in South America. Are you curious? If you want to find more about the silent future, and Venus project, click here: Beyond politics, poverty and war. Do you think that people will accept to live in such a city? Do you think that the project will be a successful one? What do you think, is it fair to invest this huge amount of money in such a project?

The present is on high volume

I close the car’s window and I continue to listen to SnowPatrol. I cannot listen anymore to the child who puts on my window a note with his story as a beggar. I get down from the car in the city, in the horns’ sound, I talk on the phone and I scream so that I can be heard, meanwhile next to me Mihai, who is 9, asks me for money or for food.

We were walking on the street, downtown, in a beautiful week-end. Behind us, a baby screams hysterically. The parents are angry in their effort to calm down the baby. I swim, with my head under the water, to leave the sound behind me and to live quietly the present. In a nice and isolated restaurant we listen to some French old music, meanwhile in the same restaurant, at the bar the people listen to some dance-disco-house combination. I jump again in the water. I try to swim going deeper and deeper in the water. It’s too much silence, I cannot breathe and I come back. The lady from the information office from the bus station sings in the microphone that buses will leave at 7 am, from the almost invisible sidewalk that she officially calls gate. I leave the bus station. I put my headphones on and I listen to Kabaret – Patricia Kaas and read Zorro.

The past is a comic tragedy

I saw today The Silent Wedding directed by Horatiu Malaele. The present is full with widows, candles and ruins. There is a past which is comic, colored, but with a tragic end. The movie is a mute one not because of a bad and primitive technology, but because of the communism. Watch it!

Anti-Lars Von Trier

Iesind de la Antichrist, am spus cu voce tare si cu o oarecare furie rationala: Nu mai vreau sa vad niciun film de al lui. Si nici nu am sa mai merg la vreun film Von Trier. M-am pregatit psihic, am stiut ca va fi dur, dar nebunia regizorului, de data aceasta, a depasit limita.

Ca spectator m-am simtit agasata, fara vreun scop. Daca in celelalte filme ale lui, vazute de mine, vedeam unde vrea sa ma duca si de unde vroia sa ma faca sa ma intorc un alt om - cu sentimente mai multe, mai variate, cu limite si momente depasite - de data asta nu i-a mai mers cu mine. Refuz sa mai caut explicatii, sa inteleg mesajul filmului, imi accept limitele psihice si spun ca pentru mine e prea mult si fara sens.

Ii recunosc genialitatea ca regizor, pe care nu si-o pierde, dar refuz sa mai intru in lumea lui care devine din ce in ce mai nebuna, cu fiecare film, doar de dragul de a fi nebun.

Coming out from the theater (I've watched Antichrist, directed by Lars Von Trier), I said with some rational anger in my voice: Never. I don't want to see any of his movies. And I will keep my promise: I will never go to one of Von Trier's movies. Before going to Antichrist, I prepared myself, I knew it will be an emotionally hard movie (as all the others I've seen), but this time the director's madness went beyond any limit.

As a movie watcher I felt emotionally abused, for no reason. If in his other movies I knew that there was a reason for all the "shocks" received - I knew where the director wants me to go, what new feelings I should explore, and what limits I should break - this time he wasn't able to convince me of his other intentions beside madness. I refuse to look for explanations, reasons. I refuse to understand the movie's message. I accept my psychological limits and I say it's too much for me and it doesn't make sense.

I recognize Von Trier is a genius, and he remains a genius for me, but I refuse to enter in his world anymore, a world which is crazier than ever, only for the sake of being crazy.

Home - stop thinking about money, and start thinking about your life

Home - watch this incredible documentary and change your way of thinking and action! :) It's the first documentary / material / movie I see that presents the links between pollution and poverty, and provides the whole picture, with causes and effects, of our own home destruction which happens "faster and faster". We have only 10 years left to change the way in which we developed ourselves and this world in which we live. After 10 years there will be no way back.

The producer Luc Besson has released the new documentary online entirely for free. It is available on youtube till June 14th. Watch it, at least for the breathtaking images!

Here is the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqxENMKaeCU

Garapa

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Apa fiarta cu zahar. Asta e hrana de fiecare zi a copiilor din satele sau suburbiile sarace din Brazilia. Nu m-a socat nimic din acest documentar - Garapa. Modul de viata, mentalitatea familiilor, preocuparile lor seamana perfect cu cele ale familiilor din Romania care traiesc in saracie.

Am invatat inca o data ca saracia este la fel peste tot in lume. Oamenilor le e foame, copiii sunt bolnavi, dezbracati, nu au parte de scoala. Adultii nu gasesc de munca, cu totii traiesc in case mizere, nu au apa, imbracaminte. Alcoolism, dependenta de tutun, boli venerice, hepatita, infractionalitate sunt doar cateva dintre problemele care se repeta comunitate cu comunitate.

Ce am invatat nou? Cu burtile lipite de spate, oamenii nu fac nicio legatura directa dintre situatia in care se afla si faptele lor. Sunt saraci si rabda foame pentru ca nu ploua, pentru ca Dumnezeu vrea (“God gives”), pentru ca nu sunt locuri de munca, pentru ca orasul este departe, pentru ca statul nu le da nimic, pentru ca nu au acte. Si au dreptate. Solutiile care i-ar putea scoate din saracie ii depasesc. Si de ce i-ar asculta pe altii? De ce ar crede in cei care ii condamna sau dispretuiesc?

Nu sunt educati, nu au avut modelele potrivite pe care sa le urmeze si de la care sa invete, nu au resursele si puterea necesara sa treaca peste barierele pe care le vad la tot pasul. Lumea se uita urat la ei si in urma cu mai putin de un secol unii doreau sa ii extermine de dragul speciei umane si al teoriilor adunate in “eugenics”.

Aduna frustrare sau se resemneaza sa manance cat de cat normal 12 zile din 30. Tac, inchid ochii si intorc spatele copilului care plange de durere de dinti, pentru ca nu au ce sa ii faca – bani de medicamente nu sunt, orasul e departe, doctorul costa. Nu e nimic de facut. O sa treaca. Copilul sa va lupta singur cu durerea, cu boala, cu foamea. Cei ce pierd aceste lupte mor si mor in jur de 16.000 pe zi in intreaga lume.

Imagine: Alexandre Lima

Garapa in Brazil and anywhere in the world

Boiled water with sugar. That’s the main meal of the children living in poor villages or suburbs from Brazil. Nothing shocked me in this documentary – Garapa. Their way of living, their mentality, their habits are very similar with those of the Romanian families living in poverty.

Once again, I learned that the poverty is the same wherever you go in this world. People are hungry, the kids are sick, undressed and they don’t go to school. Their parents have no job, they live in dirty houses. Drugs and alcohol addictions, STDs, hepatitis, crimes are only some of the problems that affect every single poor community.

What did I find out? With the hunger in their bones, these people don’t make any connection between their actions and the situation they are living in. They are poor and hungry because: there is no rain, “God gives”, the government doesn’t help them, the city is far away, there are no jobs for them, they don’t have IDs. And they are right. They are not able to see any solution for themselves. And why would they listen to others? Why would they trust people who judge or hate them?

They have no education, they had no positive adult models in their childhood, they don’t have enough power and resource to cope with their problems. Besides these, people living around treat them bad, and just one century ago others were making plans to exterminate them, in order to clean the society and put in practice “eugenics” theories.

These poor people get frustrated or resign, eating normally only 12 days out of 30. They close their eyes, and turn their back to their own child when this one is crying because his/her teeth hurt. There is no money for medicine drugs, the city is far away, and the doctor is expensive. There is nothing they can do for him/her. He/she has to deal with the pain, the illness or the hunger alone. Those who lose these every day battles are dying, and every day, around the world, 16,000 children are defeated.

Image credit: Alexandre Lima

Trifoi cu patru foi rupte

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Niciodata nu am spus-o cu voce tare, dar sunt o norocoasa. De obicei, tramvaiul pleaca din statie chiar in fata mea si ploua aproape de fiecare data cand ma imbrac in alb. Apoi, in momente unice, de maxima importanta sau prestanta, se intampla ceva minunat precum cazutul intr-o balega uriasa de vaca (nu e doar o metafora, chiar am cazut) sau datul cu nasul de asfalt - si pe asta am patit-o.

O parte din deciziile importante din viata mea le-am luat urmandu-mi acest noroc chior demonstrat mai sus. Adica, in momentele de cumpana, chiar am avut noroc. Si am urmat “semnele” care mi-au intarit deciziile, pe care poate le luasem deja, sau mi-au adus aminte cine sunt, unde ma duc, ce vreau, cum zambesc, cum privesc, cum glumesc/ironizez, cum gandesc si ce visez.

Acum aproximativ un an, am intalnit, pura coincidenta, in autobuzul New York-Philadelphia, cel mai interesant si destept barbat roman de pana atunci. In trei ore de calatorie, am vorbit ca si cum ne-am fi cunoscut de o viata. Fara intentie si fara urma de banuiala, Oscar din Tecuci angajat in Manhattan, mi-a intors viata pe dos si m-a adus in trei ore de calatorie acolo unde un psiholog bun m-ar fi adus in 2 ani de terapie de canapea. A fost prima mea vizita in New York, care a inceput cu un… accident de masina. Si accidentul ne-a tinut in loc, noroc ca am intarziat, ca sa intarziem si sa prindem ultimul autobuz in care aparea Oscar.

Dupa un an, recunosc un moment de mari intrebari care se tot intind, repeta, reformuleaza de ceva vreme si care culmineaza cu: merita sa mai traiesti in Romania asta unde “nimic nu mere bine, tati fura?”; esti fericit(a) in Romania? Raspunsurile sunt din ce in ce mai grele, chiar mai grele decat realitatea. Dar cum sunt o norocoasa, ieri am primit o palma (acum asta e doar o metafora).

Un punct de vedere la care nu m-am gandit nicio clipa: de fiecare data, cand eu ma plang de Romania, jignesc pe cineva pe care il respect pentru munca si ideile sale, pe acel om care se lupta in continuare sa schimbe tara asta in ceea ce ne-am dori noi toti sa fie. Il jignesc pe acel om care doarme putin si se plange si mai putin sau chiar deloc, munceste mult si care chiar a reusit sa schimbe lucruri si oameni in ultimii ani. Multumesc unui alt roman extrem de interesant si destept (si arogant, ca sa il citez), pe care l-am intalnit de curand. Mi-a adus aminte de cum gandeam acum doi ani si de “Emigratia-n fata-verso” si de atunci, surprinzator, Romania a evoluat. Deci, de ce ma plang? De un progres? Si nu, de data asta, nu am facut niciun accident, dar tot am avut un mic ghinion.

Bonus: Cum stiu ca am intalnit o persoana interesanta? Simplu: incep sa ma balbai, sa spun tampenii, sa inteleg tot mai putin din ceea ce imi spune, sa transform orice lucru interesant din viata mea in cea mai naspa experienta, sa ma impiedic, sa dau semne de blonda, sa umblu in balerini ca intr-o pereche de pantofi cu tocurile rupte, sa scap lucruri pe jos, sa fac ochii mari de incantare, sa raman muta de uimire si fara argumente. Si atunci stiu ca omul din fata mea e imprevizibil ca un film foarte bun si ca merita toata atentia mea.

Lucky bloody clover

I never really recognized it, but I’m a lucky person. Usually, I miss all the buses, and it rains when I’m dressed in white. Then in the most important and formal moments, something bad happened, like I slip on caw’s shit or simply on the street (both happened).

I made some of my life’s decisions following this good luck proved above. I was really lucky in the most difficult moments of my life. I followed the “signs” which supported my decisions or which reminded me who I am, where I go, what I want, how I smile, how I think, laugh or what I dream about.

Approximately, one year ago, I met, by coincidence, the most interesting and intelligent Romanian man I ever met till then, in the New York-Philadelphia bus. We talked three hours like we knew each other for a long time. Without any intention and without knowing, Oscar from Tecuci working in Manhattan put my life upside down and helped me in three hours in a way that a psychologist would have helped me in two years of hard work on her/his couch. It was my first visit to New York which started with a… car crash. The crush made us to be late, and lucky we were late and we caught the last bus… also caught by Oscar.

After one year, it’s the moment of hard questions such us: is it worthy to live in Romania where nothing goes well and everyone steals? are you happy in Romania? The answers are hard to give and these are harder than reality sometimes. As I’m a lucky person, if you remember, yesterday I was slapped (it didn’t happen, it’s just a metaphor).

I was slapped with a point of view that I never thought about: every time I complain about Romania I hurt someone with my words and attitude. This someone is a man whose ideas and actions I respect, he is the man who still fights to change this country in a way that all of us want. I hurt the man who sleeps few hours per night, complains almost never, works a lot and who succeeded to positively change things and people. I have to thank to this extremely interesting and intelligent (and arrogant, to quote him) Romanian man that I met recently. He reminded me how I was thinking two years ago and, surprisingly, Romania made a lot of progress in these last two years. So why do I complain? Am I mad on the progress? This time there was no crash, but I did have a small accident.

Bonus: How do I know that there is an interesting person in front of me? That’s simple: I start to lose my words, to say stupid things, to understand little from what she/he says, to transform every interesting thing of my life in the most boring one, to act as a blonde, to walk in a funny way, to look as a hypnotized person, and in the end I’m mute. And then I know that the person who is in front of me is unpredictable like a good movie and he/she deserves all my attention.