‘Sof Tov’ by Anat Gov at the Cameri Theater

In her book On Death and Dying, Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, MD describes five stages of coping with the malady that she observed in the psychology of many people hit by cancer. The stages may last for different periods of time and will replace each other or may exist simultaneously: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. There is one common feeling through all these stages: Hope.

This information is well known by everybody who faced a disease that can be terminal or who had somebody close and dear who had to cope with such a malady.  Playwright Anat Gov not only has the chutzpah to bring to stage the very delicate and emotional subjects of dealing with cancer and the perspective of death, but also does it with artistic tools and from a perspective different from the one taken by the majority of the artists or writers who did it before.

 

source http://cameri.co.il/index.php?page_id=2195

 

There is no melodrama in the text of Sof Tov (which could be translated as Good End or even Happy End) written by Anat Gov and the staging of Edna Maze at the Cameri Theater in Tel Aviv. We are watching a comedy and a musical and if there is anything that is close in genre it is not the psychological journal or reflections on life and death but rather the kitsch medical soap operas that are quite popular on TV. However, the subject and the approach are unexpected. A famous actress enters hospital for chemotherapy for an advanced form of cancer. Statistics are not on her side, the disease was discovered late, she can at best win a few more years of life spent in hospitals and treatments, probably slowing but unable to stop the disease. She seems unable or unwilling to cope with the five stages of the relationship between sick people and fate, and decides to fight back her own way, refusing treatment soon after it started. Does she have the right to do it to herself and her family, has the medical personnel around the right to assist or must they continue the treatment against her own will? The moral and emotional questions asked by the play are smart and difficult if not impossible to answer. The amazing thing is that the low key approach and the comical register work so well in dealing with them on stage.

 

source http://cameri.co.il/index.php?page_id=2195

 

The mix of comedy text, music and dance on such a serious subject succeed to ask the right questions, put in move emotions and entertain most of the time in the version of the play created by Edna Maze. The emphasize is on the strong acting with a wonderful Anat Waxman in the main role, and a supporting cast in which the three actresses playing each one of the other three fellow patients creates wonderful portraits of the ex-rock girl, of the Auschwitz survivor and of the young haredi woman brought together by the destiny of the same malady. Oded Leopold as the doctor was the only actor which I liked less in the performance, he fits the exterior of the role but does not catch and relay the human vibration. Dancing and singing are not the best, the Cameri knows to do much better, and certainly Broadway or West End will do better if they will have the inspiration to take and remake this play. I am pretty sure that they will do it, as the daring and well written text of the play deserves an international career.

 

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Cartile Hanei Fratu la Targul de Carte Gaudeamus

Duminica 27 noiembrie va avea loc in Bucuresti la Targul de Carte Gaudeamus lansarea primelor doua volume dintr-o serie care isi propune sa recupereze scrierile (o parte deja publicate, altele inedite) ale Hanei Luana Fratu. Conform informatiei publicate pe Facebook de editura Brumar vor prezenta cartea la lansare Anni-Lorei Mainka, Radu-Ilarion Munteanu si Robert Serban.

 

 

Publicarea cartii este frumoasa initiativa a familiei Hanei si rezultatul trudei unui grup de prieteni entuziasti adunati pe o lista internetica, care si-au dedicat in anul scurs de la disparitia prietenei lor timpul si energia pentru a munci cu dragoste la recuperarea si publicarea scrierilor ei. Cu aceasta ocazie este anuntat si un concurs anual promovat de o fundatie initiata de familie, care doreste sa incurajeze publicarea tinerilor scriitori debutanti.

 

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Taipei 101

Too many trips accumulated and too little time was available to me to write about them, or at least post some commented pictures on the blog. I will try to catch up but I will probably mix and alternate information from different trips – in Romania last fall, in Sicily earlier this fall and now from my most recent business trip to Taipei in Taiwan.

 

Let me thus start with information and pictures about Taipei 101. No, it’s not a basics training course, although the name may be fit from some points of view. It is about the tallest building in Taiwan, and the third in height world-wide, a building which kept the title of highest in the world for five years after it was inaugurated in 2004, and is 180 meters higher than the Eiffel Tour. It was the first building which crossed the 500 meters height threshold. 101 is the number of levels over the ground, and there are five more underground. It is also a symbol of exceeded perfection in a culture that has a cult of the numbers close to the Jewish obsession with numerology – one more than 100, one of the ‘perfect numbers’ for the Chinese.

 

The mayor of Taipei made a present for all those who registered for the social event of the IETF conference a free access ticket to the 89th floor, where the indoor observatory is located. We did not use them for many days, as rain and fog hit the city the day after we came in and lasted for most of our stay. The silhouette of many superposed pagoda shapes is however visible from distance in any weather conditions and dominates this part of the city same as the Eiffel tower seems to dwarf everything around in Paris.

 

Each evening of the week the tower is lit with another of the seven primary colors. On this shot the color seems to be violet so it must have been Sunday.

 

Here are the flags around and a more unusual perspective of the tower.

 

 

Most of the floors are occupied by offices. On the list there are many banks and the stock exchange, but also various global or foreign corporate brand names as Google Taiwan, L’Oreal or Starbucks. The lower five floors are ocupied by commercial spaces, the highest ones by the indoor and outdoor (which we did not caught open) observatories and by restaurants. Here is one of the two quite exclusive restaurants where we ate one of the evenings our traditional (during the IETF week) gourmet dinner. Unfortunately it was a rainy night, and the top of the tower was in the clouds (no, not networking clouds, but real ones!)

 

Here is a different perspective of the tower in a picture taken in between two of the 14 columns sustaining the Sun Yat-Sen memorial located at less then one kilometer from the tower.

 

And then Saturday came, my first (and only) free day after a very busy week of meetings. We woke up with the sun shining and with blue skies the first time during the week. We hurried through the breakfast and were wise to do it, we crossed the street from our hotel to the tower, we stood in the lines and eventually we were up there. In this picture you can see the Grand Hyatt hotel where we stayed on the right, the fairs building near it and the convention center where the IETF meeting was hold across the street, near the ‘small’ tower building.

 

By the time we were up there and started to take pictures the sunshine and blue skies had disappeared and clouds started to take control. We could see however most of the city and the suburbs from all directions.

 

 

The city of Taipei is surrounded by mountains to which the rather fierce character of the inhabitants is due, the character of people in a city that never fell to a foreign occupier (and they were a few during the history).

 

 

Modern construction in Taipei seems to have been designed with bird of if you prefer skyscraper view in mind. Clear contours, elaborated gardens and grounds for every sport you can imagine.

 

We descended one level from the 89th to the 88th store, were we admired one of the keys of the secret of the stability of this architectural wonder. A huge pendulum named by engineers ‘tuned mass dumper’ ensures that the silhouette of the tower stands to the threats of hurricanes and earthquakes which are not that rare in the region.

 

 

By the time we reached the line to descend back with the fastest elevator in the world (according to the promotion materials), fog gathered again around the highest levels and rained soon started. Friends told us that the observatories closed in the afternoon because of the bad weather. As that was also our last day in Taipei, it had really been ‘then or never’.

 

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Carte: Petru Popescu – Supleantul

Receptarea de catre critica si de catre cititori a primei carti scrise in limba romana si publicata direct in Romania de catre Petru Popescu dupa trei decenii si jumatate de absenta nu a fost usoara. Nici subiectul si nici abordarea autobiografica nu ar permite o detasare pur literara si facand abstractie de context decat poate doar daca recenzentul sau cititorul ar fi nascut la o varsta cand perioada si personajele cartii nu ar mai avea niciun impact sau rezonanta directa, adica sa zicem mai tanar de 25 de ani. Nu este cazul meu, asa incat nu cred ca nici eu nu am reusit sa fac o citire detasata a cartii, sa fac abstractie de subiect sau de personalitatea autorului.

In legatura cu ultima de altfel nici Petru Popescu nu doreste sa ne lase sa uitam. Cu doua straturi de prefete – una formala si una aparent inclusa in corpul cartii – scriitorul care acum patru decenii isi facuse o aparitie stelara pe firmamentul literaturii romane si care scrisese romane care mie mi-au ramas nu numai in amintire ci si in suflet ca reprezentative pentru sentimentele generatiei mele si a celei imediat precedente – incearca sa se repozitioneze direct in campul activ al literaturii romane, cu ambitia explicita a celui care stie ce a fost si doreste din nou sa devina. Revenirile nu sunt insa niciodata prea usoare. Sigur nu atunci cand celalalt erou sau mai exact eroina a cartii este ‘fata puterii’, ‘printesa Diana a comunismului’, odrasla dictatorilor care au ingropat in intuneric Romania vreme de un sfert de secol, femeie cu care scriitorul a avut o poveste de dragoste care este si tema principala a cartii.

 

sursa http://atelier.liternet.ro/articol/8345/Petru-Popescu/Supleantul.html

 

Actiunea cartii se petrece in anul 1973, la doi ani dupa ce Nicolae Ceausescu intorsese macazul ideologic si pusese capat scurtei perioade de liberalizare inceputa de precedesorul sau cu un an sau doi inainte de venirea sa la putere in 1965 si care culminase cu ne-alaturarea Romaniei la invazia Cehoslovaciei in 1968. Acesta a fost anul cand o parte din intelectualitatea romana s-a alaturat regimului, multi scriitori aderand la Partidul Comunist. Petru Popescu – romancierul cel mai talentat al generatiei sale – ajunsese la o pozitie (membru supleant in CC al UTC) care este oarecum minimalizata in carte, si care fara a-l propulsa in primele randuri ale nomenclaturii era suficienta ca rampa de lansare si pentru obtinerea de mici privilegii cum ar fi o calatorie in Berlinul de Rasarit, care chiar si ea nu era la indemana oricarui tanar in acea perioada. Este imprejurarea in care firul narativ al cartii il aduce in contact cu Zoia Ceausescu.

‘Fata puterii’ asa cum o descrie cu tandrete peste ani Petru Popescu face parte din alta lume. Crescuta intr-un turn de fildes se bucura de privilegiile puterii si da dovada de un amestec de naivitate si de inteligenta care il atrage pe tanarul scriitor. Este o atractie erotica dar este si atractia pentru putere, fascinatia de a se apropria de cercurile si mai ales de omul care tine in maini intr-o grimasa a destinului soarta Romaniei. A doua parte a cartii descrie unul dintre turneele politice ale cuplului Ceausescu in septembrie 1973 in America Latina, inainte si in timpul loviturii de stat care l-a inlaturat de la putere pe presedintele marxist Salvador Allende care urma sa fie gazda cuplului de dictatori romani. Scenele in care Petru Popescu descrie grandomania dictatorului, tzopismul consoartei sale, servilismul clicii care il inconjura pe Ceausescu, dezinformarea permanenta care amplifica simplitatea ideologica a gandirii acestuia sunt demne de o farsa caragialeasca, doar ca au sanse mari sa fie si autentice factual, si in acest context capata o dimensiune tragica. Scriitorul insusi se gaseste angrenat in mecanism, fascinat de magnetul puterii dar si subjugat de atractia pe care o exercita asupra sa Zoia. Dezmeticirea si desprinderea in final se petrec doar sub socul vestii despre moartea tragica celei mai bune prietene, singura fata din cercul sau de prieteni apropriati, victima a criminalizarii avorturilor prin faimosul ‘decret’ promulgat de regimul Ceausescu la scurta vreme dupa venirea la putere.

 

sursa http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petru_Popescu

 

Paginile cele mai autentice ale cartii sunt cele in care este descrisa viata de zi cu zi in Romania anilor 70, sentimentele generatiei tinere de atunci ramasa cu putine alternative de viata decenta in propria tara.

‘Aud si simt gustul plictiselii de atunci. Zilnic, gustul de cenusiu, de adormitor si pasiv si opac. Cum am putut sa-l uit? Era mereu prezent, cum era si gustul rusinii. Fuseseram tradati, fuseseram invinsi si, dupa tradare si infrangere, ni se lasase limba ca sa spuna laude invingatorilor si sa se increteasca intre gatlej si cerul gurii de un gust ca niciun altul, gustul rusinii (pag. 33)’

‘Oare nu exista niciun mod sa traim fericiti aici, unde ne-au zamislit mamele noastre? Asta e pantecul din care am iesit, geneza si matricea si sperma si ADN-ul din care am fost facuti, si continuitatea si mostenirea istorica, intr-un cuvant, TOT. Deci ce optiuni aveam? Sa traim aici, dar nu fericiti? Ori sa fugim si sa devenim liberi, dar printre straini, deci tot nefericiti? (pag. 56)

De ce atunci senzatia de facilitate, de superficialitate, chiar si de kitch care emana din multe parti ale cartii? Petru Popescu scrie cursiv si se citeste usor, dar aceasta nu este neaparat un pacat. Din substantialitatea scrierii sale pe care mi-o amintesc din romanele anilor 70 (pe care nu le-am recitit de atunci) au ramas doar fragmente, si a aparut in schimb o tehnica a naratiunii comerciale asimilata in perioada de scenarist si de autor de romane ‘de aeroport’ scrise in engleza. Si relatia dintre scriitor si Zoia este descrisa in termeni de melodrama. Chiar daca ea ar fi relatata in mod 100% autentic tot nu ar putea salva cartea, caci pozitia personajelor ne este cunoscuta din start, povestea are un sfarsit nu numai cunoscut dar si previzibil si din punct de vedere istoric si din punct de vedere psihologic.

Astept totusi cu interes viitoarea carte a lui Petru Popescu, a carei tema mie personal imi spune chiar mai mult decat cea a ‘Supleantului’. Va fi vorba despre ultimele luni petrecute in Romania inainte de ‘fuga’ si de primele luni sau poate primii ani in lumea noua, visata timp de jumatate de viata si a carei realitate este atat de diferita de ceea din vise. Pentru a reveni insa in esantionul de elita al literaturii romane Petru Popescu va trebui sa regaseasca filonul grav si autentic care ii permitea sa fie in tinerete un barometru al trairilor generatiei sale. Usurinta naratiunii nu poate compensa autenticitatea vocii scriitorului adevarat, care scrie nu numai pentru a povesti dar si pentru a se exprima pe sine si pe cei din jur.

 

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Film: The Girl Who Played with Fire (2009)

With a new director (Daniel Alfredson) taking charge of the second film in the Scandinavian version Millennium series, The Girl Whi Played with Fire is not at all a disappointment but is less striking and less memorable than the first film, who introduced the characters of the trilogy. The judgment may be more severe than the film really deserves because the it is certainly a well written and well built crime story, with solid characters brought to screen by a team of actors who each makes his job wonderfully, from the leads to the smaller parts. It is probably the surprise effect that is unavoidably gone and maybe also the more standard cinematography that replaces the frozen landscape that dominated The Girl with The Dragon Tatoo. Yes, the Swedish summer can be very pleasant but the winter films better.

 

source http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1216487/

 

There are more biographical details that we learned about The Girl in the title of the movies, and the action of the film turns around her family and her traumatic childhood we had a glimpse about already. Noomi Rapace is as good as in the first film, but she still keeps enough secrets to have us interested for her fate in the final film of the series. Michael Nyquist‘s character is slightly relegated to the role of the classical seeker of truth, but his acting is still so good that I continue to be concerned about Daniel Craig taking over his role in the Hollywood version in-making (although I like the actor and I believe he deserves and can make much better than a Bond).

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VdwvAvXUxc4

(video source trailers)

 

Maybe the secret of the magnetic force of these films is that faced with the most sordid vice or violence or put  under the darkest physical or psychological threats the heroes created by Stieg Larsson remain without doubt human. Too bad that these series un-naturally end in a trilogy. The quality of the dialog and the building of tension, the sophistication of the crime story and the human dimension of the characters ask for more. On the other side, the sonata is one of the most perfect pieces in music and it always is composed of three parts. There may be logic in fate sometimes.

 

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Intermezzo in Milan

I will divide in two parts the collection of impressions and pictures from our recent vacation in Italy. It started with a four days prelude or intermezzo in Milan, followed by one full week in Sicily. This first part is about the Milanese stay, our first time in the North-Italian city.

 

over the Alps

 

The flight itinerary took us to Amsterdam first, and then over the Alps to Milan, where we arrived in the early afternoon.

 

Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II

 

After checking in at the hotel we walked towards the center of the city. Soon we were to discover that two couples would rather use cabs in Milan, as the fee was always around 10 Euros, not exceeding by much the price of four metro or tram tickets. As we often do when we are for the first time in a previously unknown city we took the city circuit bus, which has two loops and for 20 Euros one can use it for 48 hours as much as he can. It was a good introduction for understanding our ways into the city, although most of the principal objectives are located in the center, on a surface that must not exceed 10 square kilometers. We first saw the famous glass-covered arcade Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II which was originally designed in 1861 and built 1865 and 1877, which connects two of the most famous landmarks of Milan – The Duomo and the Scala Opera Theater.

 

Duomo at Night

 

We took the first pictures at night of the quite spectacular Duomo, which we were to visit three days later.

 

Santa Maria delle Grazie (exterior)

 

The second day was the day of the churches and of Da Vinci. The weather was great, according to a local cab driver autumn was milder than ever, and we encountered very little rain during all our stay in Milan and Sicily until the last day of our vacation. We started the day at the Santa Maria delle Grazie church, whose annex building hosts Da Vinci’s masterpiece ‘The Last Supper’. We were lucky to catch an out-of-season period which allowed us to book tickets for the same afternoon. The painting can be seen only in groups of 25 people, and what was once the dining room of the monastery is now climate-control in order to protect it from exposure, and try to stop or at least slow the pace of its degradation.

 

 

What can be said about a work of art that so much has been written about, which was described, analyzed, dramatized and romanced in so many ways? The state of the painting is not good at all but this not something recent, its decay started soon after it was painted because of the technique used by Da Vinci. Recent restorations focused on bringing back the details covered by time, but avoided reconstructing the colors. The strongest impression is made the architectural conception, and you realize it only if you wank back and look at the painting from the opposite wall. Suddenly the two reversed triangles – of earthly and heavenly perspectives appear obvious and they continue naturally the proportions of the room designed by the architect Donato Bramante who took over and completed the construction of the church and of the monastery at the end of the 15th century.

 

lunette over the entry door at Santa Maria delle Grazie

 

Back to the church, another smaller work of Da Vinci can be admired in the lunette over the entry door. It represents the Madonna between Lodovico Sforza and his wife.

 

inside Santa Maria delle Grazie

 

Entering the church, the combination and contrast of the two styles and periods the church was built becomes visible. The elongated nave with the arches was built by Guiniforte Solari while the large octogonal apse at the end belongs to Bramante’s completion of the work.Gothic and Renaissance styles meet and meld in the same structure built in the period of transition between the two epochs in the European culture.

 

Tryptic by Nicolo of Cremona (1520)

 

Among the many beautiful pieces of art in the church I liked the tryptic signed by Nicolo of Cremona representing the Virgin Mary in the center, with St. John Baptist and St. Peter Martyr on the side panels.

 

Sant'Ambrogio's Atrium

 

Our next stop was at the Sant’Ambrogio church. Dedicated to the patron saint of Milan, the first basilica was built by the saint himself in the 4th century. Much of the structure of the current building dates from the 10th to 12th century, with final improvements belonging again to Bramante in the Renaissance period at the end of the 15th century. Badly damaged during World War II the church was renovated after the war and includes today invaluable treasures of the religious art from the period of early Christianity until the Renaissance.

 

capitals at Sant'Ambrogio

 

The atrium dates from the 11th century when it was a place of refuge in the period when the city had no defense walls. The columns end with decorated capitals representing biblical scenes and fantastic animals representing the fight between Good and Evil as imagined by the Middle Age artists.

 

chapel of San Vittore in Ciel d'Oro

 

Of the many remarkable points of interest inside the church the chapel of San Vittore in Ciel d’Oro with the gold mosaics in the vault and the realistic representations of Sant Ambrogio is one of a striking beauty and priceless value, dating from the 5th century.

 

 

apse mosaic at Sant'Ambrogio

 

The mosaic in the apse dates from the 4th to the 8th century. It depicts the enthroned Christ in a genre a composition that I will meet a week later in Sicily.

 

sarcophagus of Stilico

 

The relief sculptures on the sarcophagus built in the 4th century are also impressive. Stilico was a roman general, but other theories consider the remains inside being these of the emperor Gratian.

 

the ciborium

 

The ciborium is a 10th century baldachin laying on four elegant columns protecting a Golden Altar.

 

the five monks (15th century)

 

Last I am posting the picture of a group of five enigmatic monks, painted sculpture from the 15th century, composed in traditional Gothic attitudes with techniques and mastership of the Renaissance.

 

the Roman columns at San Lorenzo

 

Our next stop was one of the oldest round churches in the Christianity, San Lorenzo alle Colonne, originally built in the 4th century and serving as imperial chapel for some of the first Christian Roman emperors. Unfortunately we arrived there after 12:30 discovering one of the characteristics of the visiting schedules in Milan and Italy in general. When a place is supposed to be closed it will certainly be closed. When it should be open it may be open. So we admired the building from the outside and took pictures of the 16 Corinthian columns that give the name to the place, part of a second or third century Roman temple.

 

statue of Constantine at San Lorenzo

 

The statue of Constantine located in front of the church is actually a bronze copy of a Roman statue of the emperor.

 

Da Vinci's Wing

 

Our next stop was in the National Museum of Science and Technology Leonardo Da Vinci. I have visited many such museums around the world, most of them with my kids (when they were kids). By all criteria, in size and content, the museum in Milan is one of the best – with extensive sections dedicate to the history of flight, to time measurement, to communications, and other fields of science. It is however the section dedicated to the models of the machinery of Da Vinci that captivated us. In the city that maybe best keeps his memory his manuscripts were analyzed and many of the machines he created on sketches with the imagination of a genius were constructed in relative small size models.

 

Da Vinci's Mud Dredge

 

The only similar place that recreates the inventions of Da Vinci that I visited is the castle of Clos Luce in Ambroise, in the Loire Valley, the last residence of Da Vinci after he exiled to France in the last years of his life. The models in the park of the French castle are larger size, maybe the size Da Vinci wanted them to be. In Milan they are reduced in scale bu much more numerous.

 

La Scala

 

No, we did not attend a performance at La Scala, this is a dream left for another journey. We just visited the museum which allowed us a glimpse to the famous theater. The building seen from outside is less impressing than expected, but it is the music inside that makes the fame of the place.

 

McDonalds and Beit Midrash

 

Back into the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II we took a picture of a combination that for sure was not imagined by the time the gallery was open. At the ground level, in between exclusive shops and restaurants, some older than one century a McDonalds proudly ocuppies one of the four corners of the principal intersection. On the second floor a Jewish school and praying place. Times are ‘achanging, as one of the bards used to sing.

 

San Sepolcro - The Flagelation of Christ by Agostino De Fonditius (16th century)

 

Out third day was dedicated to visiting the two most famous art collections of the city – Pinacoteca Ambrosiana and Pinacoteca di Brera. Both are of the kind of museums we could spend a couples of days in each. Italian art from the Medieval and Renaissance periods are the core of the collections. No photos are allowed in any of the two institutions. The library and Pinacoteca Ambrosiana are located close to the Duomo. The art collection was started in 1618 by Cardinal Frederico Boromeo, and some of the works he collected are still among the best and most famous in the museum.

 

source http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portrait_of_a_Musician

 

The Portrait of a Musician by Da Vinci is one of the finest works in the collection and the only work of Da Vinci in Milan out of a church. The original manuscripts on which Da Vinci imagined and put on paper his scientific research and technical innovations were exposed in the library.

 

via Verdi

 

A ten minutes walk took us on the right side of the Scala on via Verdi which continues with via Brera. Here is located the Pinacoteca di Brera, founded by the end of the 18th century, during the occupation of the city by the Austrians, as the collection of the school of arts of the city.

 

source http://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/html/m/mantegna/2/dead_chr.html

 

Mantegna’s Dead Christ is one of the masterpieces hosted by the museum. The temporary exhibition was dedicated to the works of Francesco Hayez, a painter contemporary to the unification of Italy and to the great musicians of the period.

 

official building from the 30s

 

On the way back I took a picture of a solid building, built in what looked to me as Stalinist style. It was a savings bank built in Fascist Italy of the 30s. I had the same feeling as when I saw some of the government buildings in Washington, DC – it looks like the totalitarian style of the time had many shared characteristics was it put in practice in the Soviet Union, in the US, or other parts of the world.

 

Milanese cutlets at Caffe Biffi

 

In the evening we met with our friends who had chosen to spend the day in Verona and near lake Garda, which we had visited about ten years ago. We ate at one of the famous (and expensive) restaurants in the gallery – Caffe Biffi. One of the treats was Milanese cutlets, which I took a photo of. My personal opinion is that the dish is a remnant of the Austrian period, it’s not much different than the Viennese shnitzel plus a bone.

 

detail on the doors at the Duomo

 

We started the fourth and last day with trying to visit the Duomo. We were not too lucky as access of tourists to the church was not allowed until noon. We took our time visiting the Scala museum, and then taking pictures of the magnificent doors of the church, which although they date mostly from the 19th century are marvelous in their rich decoration of Biblical scenes, detailed and expressive, well fit with the Gothic ensemble whose construction started in the late 14th century.

 

inside the Duomo

 

When we eventually made it inside it was pretty crowded. We decided to give up climbing on the roofs (and its 3500 statues) and admired the stained-glass windows. The odest date from the 15th century but the majority is again completed in the 19th century.

 

Trivulzio Candelabrum

 

The Trivulzio Candelabrum dates back to the medieval period and looks suspiciously like a menorah, maybe a little stylized and rounded but close to the representation on the arch of Titus.

 

Garibaldi's statue in front of Sforzesco's castle

 

The next and last tourist stop of the day was at the Sforzesco castle. Coming from via Dante we passed the huge statue of Garibaldi, a historical figure who seems to be very much in the hearts of the Italians, especially in an year when the 150th anniversary of the unification of Italy is celebrated.

 

the Rondanini Pieta

 

I was a little disappointed by the building, which looks more impressive seen from outside with its fortified walls giving a sensation of solid and brutal power. The museum inside has many remarkable sections and works, but we may have been a little too tired of museums to fully enjoy. Yet the last work of Michelangelo – The Rondanini Pieta – executed when the artist was older than 90 is an amazing unfinished work of art.

 

the Rondanini Pieta (detail)

 

Two different versions of the work fight to detach one from the other. Seen closer the Madonna seems to have two heads, the exterior one belonging to the previous version of the work.

 

Calvary by Maestro di Trognano

 

A splendid piece of painted wood composition from the Medieval period.

 

Giovani Bellini's Madona and Child

 

A Madonna and Child by Bellini in the museum catches the moment when artists of the Renaissance used the religious painting as a pretext for human realistic portraits, in this case combining human feelings with the spirituality of the Mother.

 

a great Chianti

 

It was Liliana’s birthday and our last night in Milan, so we went for … shopping in the via Buenos Aires area. We were lucky enough to fall upon Ristorante Pizzeria Sabatini which we later found out it was started in 1946 and is one of the original and most authentic places of its kind in Milan, the food was great and the restaurant is not expensive relative to the Duomo area. We had a bottle of great Chianti with our friends to celebrate the event and seal the four days intermezzo in Milan.

 

 

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Pinter’s ‘The Caretaker’ at the Cameri Theater

The Caretaker is one of the first plays of Harold Pinter and his first commercial success on the British stages. Published in 1960 it was strongly influenced by the works of the masters of the absurd theater, especially Ionesco and Beckett. The story brings together a triangle composed of two brothers who take into their houses a homeless who becomes the turning point of their relations and actually of the whole universe of the three. The game of power between the two is played via the third character, in dialogs that combine wit, dry humor with emptiness and despair.

 

source http://www.news1.co.il/Archive/0024-D-65575-00.html

 

The performance at the Cameri theater has many premises to succeed. The cast (Itzhak Heskia, Alon Dahan, Oded Leopold) is well chosen and accurate in execution. The set designed by Eran Atzmon is one of the most inspired that I saw lately, with the post-war England rusty atmosphere being generalized to any post-apocalyptic world. And yet the performance never takes off, the text translated by Ehud Manor (which would be another potential plus) lacks humor and misses the British dryness and despite the original three acts being shortened to less than 90 minutes the show seems too long.

 

(Excerpt from the Clive Donner’s 1963 film of Pinter’s play, with Alan Bates, Donald Pleasance and Robert Shaw –  video source twelveangrymen)

 

Did Harold Pinter’s early plays or the whole theater of absurd from where he found the inspiration of that period lose relevance in the world we live in (which some may say is anyway governed by absurd, so why look for it on stage)? I would rather say that it’s mainly director Yossi Pollack’s failure in creating a performance that matches the expectations of the meeting between one of the greatest British and world playwrights of the 20th century and the best theater in town. Pinter and Cameri deserve a second better chance.

 

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Gica Manescu – Gene

La 95 de ani Gica Manescu este pentru toti cei care au norocul sa il cunoasca direct sau din scrierile sale in presa sau pe Internet un fenomen de claritate, cu o memorie a trecutului si o acuitate a observatiei prezentului pe care rar le-am intalnit. Iata-l prezent pe blog cu o noua contributie despre ‘Gene’.

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Am vizionat recent, la un  canal de TV german, discutiile in jurul unei mese rotunde cu 6 invitati, de diferite varste si profesii.

Ma opresc la o  femeie de 40 ani, figura frumoasa, prezentabila, mebru in parlament. Dar surdo–muta, nu din  nastere, ci dupa un traumatism cranian accidental la 2 ani. Ambii  parinti surdo-muti din nastere.

Cu posibilitati oferite de  organele existente pentru ajutorarea acestora si cu vointa  de admirat, a invatat “ limba semnelor “, si asa a inceput scolarizare cu 2  “ traducatori “ permanenti. A suit scara invatamantului pana la doctorat, s-a inscrs intr-un partid politic, e una dintre cei mai activi membri. Tine discursuri, e prezenta in multe ocazii. Casatorita cu un italian surdo-mut, a nascut  o  fetita normala. Le era indiferenta starea fetitei.

 

source http://www.ubthenews.com/Biochemistry_Genetics.htm

 

De ce scriu asta? Pentruca in  familia mea a fost o impartire a mostenirii genetice in decursul a peste 100 de ani, cunoscuta si poate analizata un  pic, din cele ce imi amintesc sau gandesc. Se poate sa nu fi fost asa,  dar nu am dovezi. Doar pesupuneri. Ce stim, ca aceste  “gene”  de care nu se stia de inainte nu cu multi ani, isi trag numele de la Genealogie. Stiinta cunoscuta si dezvoltata deja de sute de ani. Se cunosteau stari patologice  (hemofilia de exemplu) sau malformatii corporale si ramanerea in  urma a activitatii cerebrale. Erau mostenite, dar cand, cum si prin ce? La cine, in fiecare generatie ? S-a dovedit ca ele “ sar “ si intra in  componenta structurala a unei fiinte umane.

S-a sustinut ca anumite maladii grave, cancere (de san, la femei peste 40 ani) se transmit mai des la membri unei familii de evrei askenazi. Nu s-a putut dovedi cu exactitate. Se stie ca multe femei tinere, cu antecedente de membri de familie care au suferit si apropiati ca rudenie (mama, bunica, matuse) cer sa fie operate, mutilandu-se, ramanand fara sani, prevenind raul, daca ar fi s-o atinga.

 

source http://www.molwick.com/en/intelligence/050-genetics-intelligence.html

 

Azi exista posibiltatea, prin examene de laborator,  foarte costisitoare, sa se faca tabloul genelor oricarei persoane si cu posibilitatile de a fi atinsa de boala. O examinare  recomandata de  unii.

Scriu gandurile ce mi-au venit, avand in memorie unele stari de fapte.

In familia mea paternala am avut situatii de acest fel pe care vreau sa le analizez si petrecute in peste 100 de ani. Bunica a murit la nici 30 de ani, lasand o fetita si un baietel, pe tata. Dupa catva timp bunicul s-a recasatorit si sotia a devenit ca mama a copiiilor pe care i-a intalnit si crescut, aducand si ea pe lume  2 baieti, fratii parintelui meu si unchii nostri.

Bunica naturala, a avut 2 frati si 3 surori. Doua dintre ele, gemene, erau surdo-mute. Una s-a casatorit tot cu un surdo-mut si  s-a nascut o fata care vorbea, de o inteligenta sclipitoare, harnica si care a  facut cariera stiintifica la Institutul “Cantacuzino“. N-a avut  urmasi.

Unul dintre frati a suferit de diabet grav, nu se stiau multe pe atunci (eram copil) si a murit dupa  amputatie de gamba gangrenata. S-a spus ca :”a murit batranul Z”.  Avea vreo 54 ani.

 

source http://makingdollarsathome.com/oif-warlord-boer-goat-genetics-in-usa/

 

Eu am mostenit niste calitati deosebite de fratele si sora mea, avand alta structura genetica, mult mai favorabila, de la stramosi diferiti  ai mei.

Am avut si am o curiozitate de a sti, a cunoaste, nu a ramane  o intrebare fara raspuns daca se poate. Memoria mea e “maladiva“ cum a caraterizat-o cineva din familie.  Si eu ma sperii uneori.

Constitutia mea fizica e acceptabila, nu sunt suferind, examenele medicale periodice dau rezultate bune. Am 95 ani, si ii simt in unele ocazii, cand trebuie sa fiu ajutat. Si am cine s-o faca. Intelectul mi s-a redus cate putin in unele domenii, fara a ma deranja sau necaji.

Mi-am dat seama ca si sistemul meu osos si cel imunitar de protectie, sunt destul de puternice si m-au salvat de urmarile unor  accidente si boli.

In urma cu vreo 15 ani, m-am rostogolit pe scarile de piatra ale garii din Frankfurt si m-am ridicat sa-mi scutur hainele,  pe cand sotia mea, incremenita, cu mainile la gura se uita in jos. Nu-i venea sa creada ca o  chem sa ne continuam drumul.

Sau acum 5 ani m-am impiedicat de un obiect pe cimentul de la noi din curte, m-am intins pe toata lungimea mea, cu fata in   jos. La Urgenta spitaliceasca nu s-a gasit nimic deosebit, decat julituri ale pielii. Pansamente ad-hoc si acasa.

 

source faithandsurvival.com

 

In anul 1923 o epidemie de poliomielita, “ Paralizia infantila “ cum se stia, boala grea  si usor molipsitoare a lovit multi copii de varste diferite din Focsani. Era vara, vacante scolare si noi cei trei frati, ne jucam impreuna, si sora mea, care implinise 3 ani, era fericita. O indrageam. O febra ridicata i-a atins pe cei doi si medicul a diagnosticat o gripa si le-a dat medicamentele adecvate.  Febra le-a scazut, dar dupa doua zile, fiecare avea un picior paralizat.  Cu masaje si un fel de fizioterapie, fratelui meu i-au aparut semne de imbunatatire. Era mai mare cu 8 ani. Cazuri de adulti cu sechele grave, erau rare. Presedintele USA . F.D.Roosevelt, de ex.

Dupa operatii de specialitate si incaltaminte ortopedica sora mea a putut merge shiopatand. Acum cateva luni am condus-o in Natania pe ultimul drum. Fratelui meu i-au ramas o usoara subtiere a gambei si o scurtare a piciorului cam de un  cm. redusa prin taloneta. Nu a avut nici o greutate la mers,  alpinism, inot, tenis.

Si in  aceasta situatie grava a sanatatii  copiiilor, imunitatea mea  naturala a fost puternca si m-a ferit.  Mai tarziu, la inceputul anilor 50, a aparut  vaccinul descoperit de microbiologul american, Salk. Cazurile de poliomielita n-au mai aparut, in tarile in care s-a facut vaccinarea preventiva a copiilor.

Ma opresc , dar mai am in minte semne de intrebare.  Probabil nu le voi gasi raspunsul. De fapt nici nu-l caut. Poate  va veni de la altcineva.

Gica Manescu

Octombrie 2011

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Liviu Ciulei (1923-2011)

The 60s was the decade of hope in the history of Communist Romania. After the frozen 50s which had seen the pick of the repression but also the death of Stalin, the grip of the Communist rule seemed to slowly soften on Eastern Europe. Since the first years of the decade the Romanian leader Gheorghiu-Dej had set the country on what seemed to be an independent path from the Soviet Union, and when he died in 1965 the younger successor seemed for the first few years to continue on the same path. Culture seemed to renew the continuity with the tradition broken by censorship and the strict ideological rules of socialist-realism. Theater was one of the arts flourishing in this decade, especially in Bucharest, although extremely interesting theater was also made in Ploiesti, Piatra Neamt, Targu Mures. In cinema, for the first time a Romanian director received an important prize in Cannes. The name of the director was Liviu Ciulei, and he also was the manager of the ‘Municipal’ or ‘Bulandra’ theater, the best in Bucharest.

 

source http://theactingcompany.org/about/alumni/directors

 

For one decade the Bulandra Theater was the symbol of inventiveness in continuity, of courage and emotion on stage. Ciulei himself directed memorable performances that I remember until today – ‘The 12th Night’, ‘The Tempest’, ‘Leonce and Lena’, ‘Danton’. Each of his stagings were an event, he seemed to read every text in a different way anybody else had read it before, to discover secret meanings, to create a world of magic and beauty on screens. Actors became under his direction wizards and exceeded what they had ever believed themselves to be able to do on stage. He also brought aboard some of the best younger directors and mentored among other Lucian Pintilie, the other great name of the Romanian theater. The saga of the Bulandra theater is told in this article from Observatorul Cultural – http://www.observatorcultural.ro/Cu-ginduri-si-cu-imagini-Liviu-Ciulei-%287-iulie-1923-25-octombrie-2011%29*articleID_26083-articles_details.html

 

(video source magiclamp122)

 

After all promises of the 60s were broken and Romania turned back to progress and liberalization at the begining of the 70s, Ciulei was sacked from the direction of the theater and as many other creators he took the road of exile working for almost two decades exclusively in the West.  The New York Times dedicated to the Romanian director an obituary which pays respect to the man of theater and film and also provides more information about Ciulei’s career after he left Romania – http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/27/arts/liviu-ciulei-daring-theater-director-dies-at-88.html?_r=2&hpw. It ends with the following:

“The most beautiful scene I have ever directed in my career is the last scene of ‘Padurea Spanzuratilor,’ ” he said. “We see a young peasant woman preparing the last meal for the man she loves who is sentenced to death by hanging — a man, a woman, bread, salt and wine, love, life and death.”

Unfortunately I could not find this scene on youTube. Yet I keep it in memory as many other of his creations, especially in theater. The unique magic of the true theater moments on stage continue to live in the heart of the viewers who shared them.


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Sanda Weigl in Tel Aviv

How comes it that I did not know at least her name before? Sanda Weigl is a superb musician, with a deep and moving voice, whose art has its roots in the Gypsy and Romanian traditional music which she processed with the help of her colleagues in formats specific to the jazz and cabaret genres. In a good location but with too little publicity and out of the circuit of the jazz concerts she succeeded to give tonight in Tel Aviv one of the best music shows I have attended in the last few years.

 

Sanda Weigl at Tzavta in Tel Aviv

 

Born in Bucharest (as I was) Sanda was exposed and attracted since childhood by the music of the Gypsies she could here in the streets of the city. Her out-of-ordinary biography that can be read at http://www.barbesrecords.com/SandaWeigl.html tells about a life of permanent wandering and search, search for art and for freedom.

‘Sanda’s family was forced into exile in the early 1960s, due to persecution by the harsh communist regime in Romania.  They settled in East Berlin, joining her aunt Helene Weigel. Bertolt Brecht’s widow and director of the Berliner Ensemble, Weigel immersed her niece in the innovative musical and theatrical world of Brecht and Weill. Sanda put her training to use a few years later when she joined the popular rock band Team 4 (lead by future East German Deputy Minister of Culture Hartmut Koenig). While she tried to find an audience for the Gypsy music she loved, Romanian songs had no cache in East Germany, particularly among young people who were looking to the West and rock ‘n’ roll.

Her insistence at sharing her passion for Roma music gained traction when the 17-year-old Sanda won a gold medal at Dresden’s International Song Festival with a riveting performance of the Gypsy song “Recruti.” But her career in East Germany was cut short when East Bloc tanks rolled into Czechoslovakia in 1968 to put an end to the liberalizing Prague Spring. Joining an underground student group to protest the Prague occupation and the government’s repressive rule, she was arrested and sentenced to two and a half years in prison (though international pressure led the government to replace prison time with hard labor).

Barred from performing, Sanda once again found herself forced to leave her home when East Germany expelled her as an enemy of the state. Landing in West Berlin, she reinvented herself at the Schiller Theater, where she worked with a glittering cast of directors and performers, including the celebrated playwright/actor Klaus Pohl (whom she married) and Robert Wilson. It was through Wilson and Tom Waits’ “The Black Rider” that Sanda returned to her first love, as she recruited the production’s musicians for her band and returned to singing Romanian Gypsy songs. With Wilson’s support, Sanda and Pohl ended up moving to New York City in the early 1990s, another relocation that took her by surprise.’


(video source shokonoagaiproject)

 

After settling in New York Sanda found there not only a home but also a musical environment to express herself. The concert in Tel Aviv was the same full show that she takes wherever she travels in the last years, telling about her life and and her music, and the way they came together. Many of the songs she is singing are very familiar to the Romanian audiences belonging to the traditional music songbook, part of them sung more than half a century back by Maria Tanase, the greatest singer of Romanian folklore music in the 20th century. Sanda has a voice that fills the musical space of the hall, and together with the three Japanese musicians she works with – Shoko Nagai, Satoshi Takeishi, Stomu Takeishi – she creates one of the best incarnations of the concept of fusion I have ever heard. While the voice performance is fully Romanian traditional, each of the instruments creates its own space – jazzy piano, gypsy style accordion, exceptionally rich bass guitar texture and traditional Japanese drums on the rhythmic register.

 

(video source shokonoagaiproject)


The clips on youTube are the first two in a series that presents the same show that she performed in Tel Aviv. The ‘Gypsy in a Tree’ album is available on streaming over the Internet at http://sandaweigl.bandcamp.com/.

 

 

 

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