Sunday, June 26, 2005

My shoes and Yerevan...


Almost to my surprise, I see my feet walking the streets of Yerevan... I like to think that they recognise each other with a mixture of reserve and happiness...

The cafes and restaurants recognise me, and some of the waiters apparently do as well...

Summer make the streets bloom with green squares full of flowers, cafes and fountains, the men still there, with the same pointy mocassinos, the same black trousers and silky kind of t-shirt (black of course) that was perhaps under the jackets the last time I saw them... they still eating seeds and talking to each other with the overhanging bellies and their smell of rancid sweat... cheap sunglasses have been added.... There are exemptions of course... some alternatives hang around... some hip hopers.. and fair share oh heavies... after all one of the most known Armenian bands System of a Down do very well overseas... but the black dressed seed eaters are a noticeable majority (even if some go for beige, partricuallarlly if the have mobiles)

The women still here as well, my dearly admired Armenian women... they seem to have pushed even further the limits of materials science in terms of textile stretchiness, the levels of discomfort tolerance at such compressed dress code, the size of the stilettos has overpass the heights that traditional physics is able to explain, the g-strings are only to be seen in the anti-material dimension and the colour range of the clothes in contrast with the hair, make up of their lips and eyelids, definitively escapes the range of normal human vision... There are exemptions of course... But seriously... I really believe that if this country were to give their women a more prominent role in running government institutions, Armenia would be much better off... Adventurous aesthetics reflects, decision making power, particularly in societies as structured as this one...


The music still sounding... the international baroque festival, the Tokyo String Quartet, The Armenian Philharmonic and the young composers festival happening over the next 3 weeks!

The work I’m doing is a review of what I did last year, and an expansion into further products for exports for the EU.... but I’m working for the Americans! I worked with the ASME project last year while here with the EU and seems to have made an impression because they brought me back here almost to my surprise, we had talk about it last year.... but it seemed to complicated... as all USAID funded programmes need to employ Americans, flying American airlines (The Fly America Act!)... I’m not American and there were no American lines from Holland to here... but yeah... they agree to by pass all those issues... (EU programs are required as well to employ EU citizens, and so on)

Is quite interesting to see the different working mentalities, the EU gave me some Euros and sent me here... no office, no nothing... I had to work it all out by my self... the Americans picked me up from the airport, put me in the Marriot (poshest hotel here), and a team of people that came and introduced them selves and knew who and what I was doing. The EU does paper, legislation, institutional support, capacity building and so on... this guys do market research, upgrade factories, take Armenians to food expos, they are in the move constantelly...

Big part of my life has been about breaking my preconceptions; I grow up in society that had preconceptions towards Americans (gringos), Jewish, British, other Europeans, homosexuals, capitalists, communists, Turks, artists, body builders, rugby players, drug users, etc (Argentina of the 70’s-80’s was complicated, and so is my family)

Since then I try to break with all them, and I’m proud of having done so, however and even more since the Bush reign of terror, I’m very “anti American” and tend to put them all in the same basket... and here I am...

Is VERY refreshing to hear Americans criticize they own government actions and foreign policy, I guess the ones I’m working with have the option of being outside and see how the world see them. Some of the guys I have partially talk here have said the roughest things I heard saying...

I suggested that in the next elections 90% of decision for the new president should be based on American votes and 10% on a global election process... after all, the actions of their government impact the rest of us... and we don’t get to choose them... the guys here liked the idea... but I don’t think is going to go far do...


Anyway... I went with some of the younger guys here to the opening of a fruit drying plant in a village (not far from the place in the picture), based on supporting the cooperative of fruit planters... it was cool... very cool... big horovats (grilled meat), home made wine, vodka (of course), local musicians... and so on...

it was a beautiful afternoon and then night, big full moon and warm... they drinking lead to a lot of dancing on which I shamelessly took part (some local dancing it looks very much like pericon and malambo, Argentina’s traditional dance!)... I even went for a haka at the end... that caused too much impression as some o the children run away... but anyway... it was good to feel that the dancing has such a plainfield effect... mayor, politician, cleaner, planter, foreigner... we are the same there....

after the dancing the singing comes up... and man... still give me goose bumps.... Armenian history is very sad... and so are some of the songs... you dance to celebrate being alive, but you sing to remember the ones that are gone... either killed or emigrated....

in such musical country like this, singing is seriously amazing... this ladies would sing so beautifully sad... that I just had to cry... I had no idea what they were saying... but I knew what they were about... an old lady came and gave me a hug... the translator told me she did it because I’m away from family as well... and thanks to my family is that i can afford to be here... strong stuff, mate...

Some of the songs go back to the 3rd and 4th century (remember this a 3000 years old culture!)... and they all know them... I feel sometime envious of that (as with Maori at home in NZ), as they have such strong connection with their history and roots... while people like me seems to have problems even to explain where I live...

Is good to be here do...

Friday, June 17, 2005

Normal Holland and the Achterhoek


I remember coming to Vibeke’s native Holland after we left Mozambique... and I remember feeling that everything was so nice and organized that it was “not normal”, I find Holland (the Nederlands, as they like to call it here) a wonderfully abnormal country... just because they take a very wide view of normality....

The chaos we normally experience in the developing world seems “more normal” to me... that a place where all looks like some omnipotent grandma has been cleaning and making order overnight... where bicycles rule and everything has a legal framework around it, discussing issues rationally is the national occupation, where people complain that 25 % of the population can't afford to go in holidays, where you can go and buy a spliff legally, get your self a professional prostitute from a window shop in a normal house, marry you same sex partner or chose euthanasia as way to die...

And here we are again, in what is now pretty much an anual summer migration out of NZ

But anyway... Vibeke’s original Holland, where her parents and family live is deep rural Holland... no the one that tourist get to see... she lives in the East... in the Achterhoek... and spent most our time in the near Barchem... her parents and family are still close related to farming, either as ex, hobby, or actual farmers...

Seeing where she comes from was eye-opening for me, after all, what we knew from each other was only what we told each other and our “history” in our adopted NZ... seeing her history of cycling 20 km to go to school in a rural town, seeing her pictures wining prices as show jumping rider, seeing how “normal” and somehow privileged life she had... made me value even more her adaptability, understanding, and overall coolness during some of the situations and experiences we have as a “nomad” family...

We spend time in the house you see next, there Margreet (vib’s mum)(parents divorced a while ago) lives with Barthold (who owns the farm), they don’t farm it anymore as they took a government offer to keep most of the farm as an “scenic reserve”, meaning keeping it nice (and getting paid by the government to do it), while some other parts are leased to farmers and tree planting... the cows at the top are the front neighbours... the closest house is Barthold’s cousin (Gert) farm, at least 150 m away... and then nothing at less than 400mt... Barchem it self is not much... 1000 people? A pub café, the best bakery in the region, a mini supermarket and a farm shop... end of story

But then... they rent a shed to a local Bloke that makes didgeridoos! And winter-horns like a traditional old instrument from the region that looks and sound like a didgeridoo... reality is way more strange than fiction....

Vib’s dad (retired vet) lives a good 30 minutes away by car in the near of Winterswijk, but even in more remote location (and there is where Vib grow up).

Vib’s cousin Erik (34) is a full time farmer and has a relatively hi-tech milk farm of 60 hectares and over 200 cows... extremely intensive farming compared to the ones I see in the parts we hang out... I really like him... we always have good chats... he has good vision of the world... we like to spent time with him because he and his wife (Berendien) they are similar minded and aged and have 3 children... Felix just loves it there...
It could be a cliche for me to start criticising the subsidies and the environmental cost of intensive farming, but I realize that I would be missing the point... starting with the fact that his farm was just water 30 years ago (as big part of Holland)... If I could find a way to measure the effort that people put into farming vs. the rewards out of it, and scaled to the cost of living in that country... then I guess I could compare and if necessary draw an argument... but until then...

I just keep enjoying the Achterhoek...

Monday, June 06, 2005

Filipino postcards



Out of the Philippines... was good... I’m pleased of having been here... this job was different to all others; 2 months for a 5mb document...
it may help... the difference is that until now I used to do the jobs that others had proposed... now I’m writing things that somebody else would put in place...

Beyond the job... some images that would reside in my mind forever, are the other main outcome of this job. Just to name a few:

>the bizarre Chinese cemetery of Manila with hundreds of art-deco and traditional tombs some with aircon bars, that looks like a city with families actually living there (like the picture in the top) and more pictures here



>the 12 hr ferry ride from Coron to Manila in the cheapest class (deck) surrounded by literally thousand locals ranging from friendly to non-interested but never unfriendly...
>for first time in more than 25 years in boats been waken up by (various) rooster in the middle of the ocean (I mention cockfighting is BIG here)
>the hidden freshwater lake of Coron islands
>the saltwater hotpools in the mangroves of Sangat island
>the simplicity of life in the Batanes
>the Kazakhstan vs Filipinas basketball game! (globalization is here to stay)
>the good laughs with locals everywhere
>the coincidences
>the peoples names (Gaylord Recto, Rey Abuso, Victory Habito y Willy Enverga for example)
>eating Puto with sugar
>the music
>the crossroad banners celebrating the locals education achievements
>the complete acceptance that sexuality is your own business and is all good...
>the incredible flavour of the mangoes
>the jeepney’s art

but overall, my respect to the resilience and dignity of Pilipinos along history