3/8/2023 0 Comments Narita boy 13th memory![]() Themaster died, and the dog didn't know it, and he continued to wait, all his life. He told me the story of the dog Hachiko: A dog waited every day for his master at the station. African men are just as good at this task as others, but after a closelook at African women, I wouldn't necessarily bet on the men. I see her - she saw me - she knows that I seeher - she drops me her glance, but just at an angle where it is still possible to act as though it wasnot addressed to me -and at the end of the real glance, straightforward, that lasted a twenty-fourthof a second, the length of a film frame.Īll women have a built-in grain of indestructibility, and men's task has always been to make themrealize it as late as possible. It was in the market places of Bissau and CapeVerde that I could stare at them again with equality. My personal problem was more specific: how to film the ladies of Bissau? Apparently the magicalfunction of the eye was working against me there. ![]() Rather unexciting problems for revolutionary romanticism: to work,to produce, to distribute, to overcome postwar exhaustion, temptations of power and privilege.History only tastes bitter to those who expected it to be sugarcoated. ![]() But the problems started, andwent on, and are still going on. Cabral never got a chance to say it, he was assassinated first. Rumor has it that every thirdworld leader coined the same phrase the morning after independence: Now the real problemsstart. It may be as difficult to recognize Africans in this leaden fog as it is torecognize struggle in rather dull activity of tropical longshoremen. This morning I was on the dock of Pidjiguiti, where everything began in 1959: when the first victimsof the struggle were killed.
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