A
bit cold here, I sit with my pullover on, listen to MUM and other
Icelandic moving heart reaching heavenly sounds from far, very far.
They always blow a deep, very old nostalgic dark crack in my soul
open, into this childish, happy and sad, the sweetest and most true
feelings. I feel like I belong there, I would cry if I could (have
I told you I haven't cried since I was twelve?). Osnat asked me
if I want to DJ Icelandic (and other) music at "Rosa"
one night soon (a reminder to myself: make a website to "Rosa").
What a question, I've been wanting to do that for a long time, never
done it before, though. Now, sitting in the work room I'm listening
to what I have, make lists of what can be played... joy. Yesterday, in Deir Balut village in occupied Palestine there was all beauty. Deepest colors of red-brown wet land (my shoes call it mud), the liveliest cleanest green of grass, the happy and shocked looks on the faces of the villagers, innocent and totally amazed at the Hebrew speaking Israeli's and some internationals marching in their own forgotten little village in a protest against the separation wall and it's severe implication on the village (school to be demolished, land to be stolen, lives to be lost...) and walking besides me, almost timid from the crowd, Saga, this pale angel-like beautiful girl from Iceland that immediately caught my eyes right at the meeting place in the opening of the resistance camp against the wall. I was completely blown away with my years' long fascination with Iceland when she told me where she and Steinunn were from.. I join the prayers of Steinunn's grandmother - Let them be safe from Israeli harassing soldiers, border checks, violent demonstrations, dim activists and over enthusiast young Palestinians. Still no camera, I'm waiting impatiently at technical webpages with photographic tests of new digital cameras to appear, but it's very soon now, I promise. Until then, my scanner is also a camera. Was trying to check what Shir meant yesterday when she told me: "your Macro is ok, but your Micro is not" referring to my personal life and relationships. but again, this black dot stuck deep (a violent incident with a sharp pencil from when I was very young) in the middle of my (life line I think..) hand is obstructed by the scanner's bright light… |
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