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Saturday, October 17, 2009

Carrefour

« In love there is always a choice to be made between passion and longevity »
This maxim suits a movie I’ve seen a few weeks ago: Revolutionary Road. The tale of a longevity story that strives for a change into passion only to fail.
In the middle of struggle to make a relationship that has overcome her personality, April, the main character, wants a way out. An escape out of her horribly lonely life.
Marguerite Duras once said: “Being a mother isn’t enough. Even an oyster can be a mother”. Some women in April’s shoes do make the relationship last because of their motherhood. Others don’t imagine motherhood as their main role in life, like April, and try finding themselves. The strange part is that April has no serious job, no prospects for future but still finds the strength to pull through, even through suicide. Another mother that leaves her children is Abigail Salmon of the “Lovely Bones” novel, soon to be made a movie.

April is a woman and after that comes her role as a mother.
Her husband, Frank, isn’t a man. He is lost in the shadow of his wife’s strong character. She is the man and her husband is emasculated.
The portrayal of all these intense feelings is powerful. April is especially touching because of her lack of reference points: she is put in the strange situation of choosing between a life she hates and her own will. As a mother it is easier for her to take into her desired new life her kids and her husband. As a lover she feels this might be the stepping stone of her relationship, the last chance to make it work. She wants to return to that moment in time when promises weren’t vain, when her relationship worked and grew because of them.
Frank has no way of understanding this. He loves his wife, his children and wants the control he can’t have. He lacks the depths of his wife’s character. And till the end he loves, expresses his love to a woman that can’t love him anymore.
What can be worse than unrequited love? At least we have an idea, since freedom is the answer the movie gives us. But still for a few strange and obliterating seconds unrequited love still triumphs over any kind of loss. Because it simply hurts deeply and surprisingly fast unlike the loss of a family member or of a body part that take time to install themselves and last longer. Common to all these loses is the feeling of guilt, the idea that “I’m not good enough, I couldn’t protect her/him, I’m useless”.
Harsh as it may be for Frank he has to live with two of them: he wasn’t good enough for his wife, he couldn’t protect her from herself. The only thing that saves him is the thing that damned her: the children.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Guilty

J’essaye de comprendre le monde dans lequel je vis.
Je ne peux pas comprendre comment les ¾ des africains vivent avec moins d’un dollar par jour ou comment encore nous avons réussi en un siècle à réduire a moitié les quantités de gaz, pétrole et charbon de la Terre.
Je ne comprends pas non plus pourquoi nous n’utilisons pas l’énergie solaire. Elle a ses défauts comme par exemple le fait qu’elle soit chère, moins que l’eau desalinisée des Emirats Arabes Unis, et difficile à sauvegarder.
Mais lorsqu’on est conscient du fait que le soleil nous offre tous le deux minutes autant d’énergie qu’on en consomme en une année, toute autre forme d’exploitation de la planète me semble injustifiable.

Surtout parce que l’hydro-énergie pollue l’eau, détruit les écosystèmes et inonde des départements entiers (comme en Chine) tandis que l’énergie nucléaire utilise un uranium rare et produit des déchets extrêmement toxiques.

D’un autre point de vue je ne peux pas comprendre non plus mes actions. Hier je me suis acheté des pantalons à Promod. Fait d’acrylique mais qui imite du tissu Chanel. Je me suis acheté aussi un pull de Zara, toujours en plastique. Ce que je ne comprends pas c’est pourquoi je me suis acheté ces pièces vestimentaires faites par des enfants mourant de faim au Bangladesh. Si pas par ces enfants alors par des adultes toujours aussi mal au point de Chine.

D’un autre point de vue je ne peux pas comprendre non plus mes actions. Hier je me suis acheté des pantalons à Promod. Fait d’acrylique mais qui imite du tissu Chanel. Je me suis acheté aussi un pull de Zara, toujours en plastique. Ce que je ne comprends pas c’est pourquoi je me suis acheté ces pièces vestimentaires faites par des enfants mourant de faim au Bangladesh. Si pas par ces enfants alors par des adultes toujours aussi mal au point de Chine.

Incerc pe cat posibil sa inteleg lumea in care traiesc.
Nu inteleg cum 3/4 din africani traiesc sub limita subzistentei cu mai putin de 1$/zi sau cum am reusit in mai putin de 100 de ani sa reducem la jumatate cantitatile de gaz, petrol si carbune de pe planeta.
Nu inteleg nici de ce nu folosim energia solara. Are defectele ei ca de exemplu faptul ca este scumpa, dar nu lafel de scumpa ca apa desalinizata a Emiratelor Arabe Unite, si este greu de inmagazinat.
Dar atunci cand stii ca soarele ne ofera la fiecare 2 minute indeajuns de multa energie cat pentru a ne satisface nevoiele timp de un an, incepe sa te indigneze orice alta forma de exploatare a planetei.


Mai ales pentru ca hidroenergia polueaza apa, distruge ecosisteme si inunda zone intregi in timp ce energia nucleara risipeste un uranium greu de gasit si produce deseuri toxice greu de tinut sub control.
Pe de alta parte nu ma inteleg nici pe mine. Ieri mi-am cumparat pantaloni de la Promod. Din vascoza dar imita stofa. Mi-am cumparat si un pulover de la Zara, tot din plastic. Ceea ce nu inteleg este de ce am cumparat piese vestimentare facute de copii subnutriti din Bangladesh. Daca nu de copii din Bangladesh de adultii din China ce castiga tot cam atat.
Ceea ce vreau sa spun este ca stiu ca nu fac indeajuns doar recicland, donand 6 euro lunar fundatiei CARE ce finanteaza micro-credite, sau stingand o data pe an lumina.
Voi continua sa nu inteleg lumea in care traiesc si sa ma simt privilegiata doar pentru ca m-am nascut in Europa.
Sper insa ca nu sunt singura care NU o intelege.

A.

Friday, October 2, 2009

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