İSVİÇRE’DE minarelerin yasaklanmasından sonra protestolar artmaya başladı. En ilginç protestoyu ise Hıristiyan olan Guillaume Morand isimli İsviçreli işadamı, Lozan’daki işyerinin üzerine bir minare inşa ettirerek gerçekleştirdi. Sabah Gazetesi’ndeki haberde tepkisini işyerinin üzerine minare inşa ederek dile getiren Morand, “Bunun gerçek bir minare olmadığı çok açık, bir defa altında cami yok. Ancak her yerden görülebilen bir açıya sahip. Bu minare tamamen protesto amacıyla inşa edilmiştir” dedi. Morand, “Bu bir provokasyon mu” sorusuna ise “Evet bu açık bir provokasyondur” diye cevap verdi. Yasağa yönelik tartışmaların gittikçe büyüdüğüne dikkat çeken Morand, 7.6 milyonluk nüfusa sahip İsviçre’de sadece 400 bin Müslüman bulunduğunu söyledi. Morand, bu konunun bir tek aşırı sağcı parti UDC tarafından gündeme oturtulduğunu ve gerçek olmayan bir sorun oluşturulduğunu açıkladı.

‘MÜSLÜMANLARA JEST OLSUN’

MİNARENİN yapımından sonra 20 dakikada polisin geldiğini, ceza almaktan korkmadığını da sözlerine ekleyen Morand, şöyle konuştu: “Büyük ihtimalle polis bir rapor yazacak ve bir avukattan mektup alacağım. Toplumdan biraz merhamet duygusu umut ediyorum. Hareketimin bütün Müslümanlar için bir jest olmasını istiyorum.” Öte yandan İsviçre hükümeti, şimdilik Avrupa İnsan Hakları Mahkemesi’nin kararını bekliyor. Adalet Bakanı, “Mahkemeden büyük olasılıkla minare yasağının din özgürlüğünün ihlâli olduğu yönünde bir karar çıkacak” muhtevalı bir açıklama yapmıştı.

12/12/2009, Yeni Asya

104-223 / Metz: S.M. l’empereur visitant l’amphithéâtre en présence de la société / d’histoire et d’archéologie lorraine.

Légende aussi en allemand.

The truck pulled up next to me. It was full of men in army gear and one of them was covered in blood, it obviously wasn’t his because no one with that much blood could possibly walk around after bleeding like that.  I started screaming so one of the soldiers hit me with something.

“What the fuck are you doing, she’s useless to us if she’s unconscious!”

I saw that they were drinking while driving me somewhere.  I could feel the truck swerving more as we escaped the city and entered more reclusive terrain.  Then I felt someone throw buckets of cold water on me to wake me up.

I was in a room with about five armed men.  They were all wearing army greens, but I couldn’t tell if they were from the Army or the Liberation Front–in those days both sides took to disguising themselves like the other party, and eventually all true supporters of freedom saw them as one and the same.

“Where is Guillaume Bernard?”

*  *  *

Guillaume was my uncle, he was my father’s twin brother, and he was the leader of Rebellion Collective, an alternative group that formed after they realized that the Liberation Front was actually a U.S.S.R. attempt to colonize País Bravo, and the army was getting in U.S. dollars to kill as many poor people as it could…. well, I didn’t know all the details but the poor, indigenous and women were the ones who were dying first…  One day, my uncle Guillaume showed up to our house, he was as thin as I had ever seen him, and my parents spent a lot of time and energy cooking him meals, trying to make him gain weight, and teaching him mental exercises whenever he woke up because of a panic attack.  My mother let him join me during my art lessons and asked him to paint what he saw in the battlefield.  He had defected from the National Army because he just couldn’t obey the orders of those above him any more.  He saw first hand that only innocent civilians were dying.  My grandmother Julienne was placed on a hit list, and he had been ordered to kill her, so he ran away one day, warned her to escape, and came to our house.

My grandmother, forever grateful, would give my parents vegetables from her garden, and had to start dressing like a Westerner in order to hide from the army, who wanted to kill her for her protests against the bombing of a local orphanage.  Guillaume had to dye his hair, when he was thin, my mother would force him to shave, taught him how to walk in high heels, and made him dress as a woman so that he could enjoy fresh air once in a while.  Everyone was too busy trying to survive to notice my new “aunt.”  He became known as the most beautiful woman in all the village, and played his role so well that he began losing himself in his new role: Gaby Bernard became my favorite aunt.

*  *  *

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I live with my parents, and I haven’t seen Guillaume since I was a child!.”  Well, it was true, wasn’t it?

*  *  *

Gaby eventually got a boyfriend.  It was a bit strange watching him go out on dates.  (Gaby still referred to herself as a man some days, and a woman on others, it took a while for me to get used to, but she was my aunt wherever we were).  ”I AM NOT A FAGGOT!”

My mother slapped him as hard as she could, “You know I don’t like that word.  Besides, Gaby is the only thing keeping you alive these days, or would you rather die tonight?.”

So off he went.  Eventually he started getting used to feminine habits, and he truly enjoyed the freedom he had as Gaby.  My mother had to stop coaching him about how to act like a woman, or reminding Gaby to shave her legs and face.  Grandmother Julienne made a pomade out of some plants that eventually kept the hair on her legs and face from growing back. Nicolás, Gaby’s boyfriend, fell in love with her, and accepted her as she was once he found out the truth.  They have been happily married for five years.  Of course, the marriage is illegal, the government would kill us all if they found out.  We had a “wedding” for Nicolás and Gaby.  My mother dressed up as a priest, because she was the only one of us who had ever attended a church.  Julienne gave them her wedding rings, again, out pride that her son had learned the error of his ways and left the army.  I was the flower girl, and I also did Gaby’s hair.  My father cooked a dinner, and we gave them our basement as their home as their present, because really, it was the only thing we could do. A few months later Nicolás and Gaby decided to move to Brazil, where sex change operations are much cheaper, and where Gaby could live away from the terrorists who hunted for Guillaume.

*  *  *

“Where did he go?  Where is Guillaume?”  They continued to pester me.  This truly was a difficult situation.  You couldn’t trust the army even if you tell them the truth, because they usually kill whatever they see.

I remembered the meditation exercises my parents had taught Gaby when she was still Guillaume.  I started to concentrate as hard as I could.  They threw more buckets of cold water at me.  When that didn’t work, they began to slap me, I started screaming, and suddenly my lungs started giving out as usual, I started wheezing…

I concentrated very hard.

You have to imagine that your spirit escapes your body in your dream.  Then you have to imagine that it’s walking down a hallway.  It can be any hallway you like.  You have to imagine what the door to your room looks like, then you have to knock in it three times.  If it unlocks then it means you’re having a dream that shouldn’t be having, but if the door doesn’t open, you must return to the dream to see if there are any clues that could decode your past, present or future.  I was lucky, my body opened the door, and I entered my room and locked the door behind me, where the army couldn’t catch me.

I was in my bed screaming and I could officially hear myself.  Then I started coughing as usual.  I woke myself up.  Geez, the dream felt very real.  I was really hungry after “starving” for such a long time so I put on my slippers and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

Leonardo was there with a pile of books, his computer, a lamp, and a cup of coffee.

“Another dream?”  He asked me.

“No, the same one, but I woke myself up in time tonight.  I’m hungry.  Would you like some pasta?”

He nodded, and I began cooking.

Misschien heb je het gehoord, maar we belden daarnet live op Radio 1 met Guillaume. Om 12u. krijgen we meer nieuws!

Hou ons in het oog (en het oor).

http://www.radio1.be/

Klikken voor de videoboodschap van Guillaume. Bedankt!

Let me introduce GG or Guilaume Gallienne de la Comédie Française, pour les intimes.  I’ve recently discovered this young French actor/comedian/director, trained in classic theater at the Conservatoire national supérieur d’art dramatique de Paris.  He also moonlights as Canal+’s funny man with his series of short skits reflecting his take on what really happened on the set of Jaws, Borat, Saving Private Ryan, The Life of Others, Brokeback Mountain, you name it…

Every night of the week, he comes up with the best parodies of the bonuses one would find on his favorite movie’s DVD, except that Guillaume takes it to a whole other level!

Guillaume is flent is English, having gone to boarding school in England as a teenager, which has enabled to act in international features such as Marie-Antoinette.  

You can see him on stage in December at the  Théâtre du Jeu de Paume in Paris in an autobiographical and self-depricating comedy called “Les garçons et Guillaume, à table” ( The boys and Guillame, dinner is served).

Je parle beaucoup de photo sur ce blog, mais aussi beaucoup de musique… C’est normal, je ne pourrais pas vivre sans ! Du coup j’ai décidé (il y a longtemps déjà…) de parler aussi de musique même si ce n’est pas lié à la photo.
Et bien justement, la semaine dernière, je suis allée à deux concerts : celui d’Alain, et celui de Guillaume.

Alain, tout le monde le connaît, c’est celui qui nous explique comment passer l’amour à la machine, celui qui chante un baiser, celui qui nous dit que si en plus il y’a personne, rêver, c’est déjà ça, et que tartagueule à la récré… Et oui, c’est Alain Souchon ! Alors la semaine dernière, alors que je rentrais de vacances (oui, j’ai pleeeeins de photos à vous montrer à ce sujet pleeeins d’histoires à vous raconter, mais bon, retour de vacances ==> retour au boulot donc…), j’ai eu un super cadeau d’anniversaire de la part de Nanoue et Mazeth : Alain au Casino de Paris !
Alors malgré les 11h de vol et la journée de boulot, me voilà assise au cinquième rang, à me demander si je vais m’endormir ou pas… Je sais pas bien pourquoi je me suis posé la question, et ce qui est sûr c’est que je ne me la suis pas posée longtemps ! À peine entré sur scène, M. Souchon se met à chanter – ça c’est normal, le concert s’appelle Alain Souchon est chanteur – à danser, à nous faire participer, nous faire sauter en l’air…. Que de la bonne humeur, que de belles chansons !! Un vrai bol de pêche, de bonnes histoires entre les chansons, de thé vert, de chansons nouvelles, mais aussi des anciennes, bref, on n’a pas vu le temps passer !! Il nous a même aidé à chanter ses chansons comme en karaoké et ben ça fait bizarre d’entendre toute une salle crier “un cheval!” dans foule sentimentale On a essayé de le rappeler une fois de plus que prévu, mais il n’est pas re-re-revenu. Alors il a fallu redescendre sur terre, reprendre le métro, rentrer se coucher… Avec plein de bonheur dans la tête

Et puis dimanche dernier, grâce encore une fois à Nanoue et Mazeth, j’ai pu aller voir Aldebert (c’est lui Guillaume) à l’Olympia !! (oui, vous avez déjà essayé de commander un billet de spectacle depuis l’autre côté de la planète vous ? hum…Merciiii encooore !!!) Il y était avec ses potes pour nous chanter des enfantillages, les chansons pour enfants qu’il a enregistrées avec ces mêmes potes l’année dernière. Alors oui, qui dit chansons pour enfants dit enfants dans la salle… Et c’était génial de les entendre répondre, réagir comme si Aldebert c’était leur copain et qu’ils faisaient la fête ensemble ! Et Aldebert il avait donc invité des copains, Clarika, Vincent Baugian, Elodie Frégé, Anne Sylvestre, Riké, Amélie-les-crayons, Marcel Amont, Yves Jamait, Hubert-Felix Thiéfaine… Ils nous ont raconté qu’ils avaient peur du noir, qu’ils feraient tout pour louper l’école… Toute, TOUTE la salle chantait, enfants et parents ! C’était vraiment un chouette moment ! Il en a profité pour nous présenter deux nouvelles chansons, dont une que j’ai vraiment aimé qui disait que cette année ce sont les enfants qui iront apporter des cadeaux au Pere Noel, comme ça il va pouvoir se reposer, et ses lutins, prendre leurs RTT Et à la fin, il a chanté sa chanson de la rentrée des classes avec M. Martineau, qui n’est pas sur son CD pour enfants mais qui aurait pu, et au milieu, il nous a fait un extrait la chanson qu’il chantait quand il était gamin… Et qui faisait

“Au dessus des
vieux volcans,
Glisse des ailes sous les tapis du vent,
Voyage, voyage,
Eternellement.
De nuages en marécages,
De vent d’Espagne en pluie d’équateur,
Voyage, voyage,
Vole dans les hauteurs
Au dessus des capitales,
Des idées fatales,
Regarde l’océan…”

et voilà, maintenant vous pouvez le remercier avec moi de vous avoir mis Voyage Voyage dans la tête

Voilà, quand je vous disais que je ne peux pas vivre sans musique voilà mes doses d’énergie positive, et ces deux-là, si vous avez l’occasion de les voir en concert il faut FONCER !

Et sinon, y’en a une qui raconte bien mieux que moi les concerts, c’est Nanoue qui a son blog aussi !

Pour finir, et comme on est un peu dans la chanson pour enfants, les nouvelles aventures de Pitt Ocha par Les Ogres de Barback sont arrivées !

Bon bon, et sinon, voilà ce que j’ai fait pendant mes vacances…