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....near the Soviet border-well, 500 miles was too close for comfort...
Years later, I ended up in a 'gated community, which sounds like an 'American term' applied to a more or less civilised conclave of well to do guys. In this case it's not: we're dealing barbarous, savage 'society'.
It all becomes crystal clear when one comes into the "Twilight Zone"- a three legged freak is ready to draw blood, right at the main gate. The other way into "The Village" is just as well guarded: if you insist, the symbolic Cerberus will turn his back on you. For most of the time, The Village is packed with illegal, "sans-papiers" outsiders, illegal workers peddling their wares with toddlers...
There are many similarities between this blu' hamlet and The Village directed by Night Shyamalan...
But t is nevertheless a mesmerizing place, with characters just escaped from a Monty Python sketch. the place should be thriving: after all, this is what the Future looks like, a property of the 'upper middle' classes, waiting to show off their value, recently aquired wealth, their skills and how they will shape the world, in an emerging market.
This is BULL SHIT -lots of it and everywhere. This shity picture is common in parts of Africa. There is no working sewage system, electricity is patchy, water supply unreliable and the water quality is not not regularly checked by a reliable authority: maybe it's drinkable, maybe not-but then who cares who gives a damn? When it rains, parts of this "indian territory" is under water. Another is muddy.
"Cleanliness is close to Godliness"? Not over here, it's not! There's no money paid for a regular cleaning service, on the "Main Street", where the supposedly 'big-shots' of the local power circle live, there is some broom sweeping, but otherwise, the rest is a 'full of shit Zone".
When I first moved in, I dreamed of palm trees
Dans des gloires calmes,
Au vent pur des palmes,
Sur l'aile du ciel !...
At one point I said it is time to serve the noble cause: "love thy neighbour" and work for a more Biutiful (on the screens now) neighborhood.
Sa vezi si sa nu crezi, after an initial ecstasy there followed an agony of insults, accusations, vicious emails-with rats, debtors, illiterates, fools, red-necks coming out of their (large) holes...
"There's a rat in the kitchen
What am I gonna do?"
"Think Twice"
L'injure des hommes,
Qu'est-ce que ça fait ?
Va, notre coeur sait
Seul ce que nous sommes.
Ce que nous valons
Notre sang le chante !
L'épine méchante
Te mord aux talons ?
Le vent taquin ose
Te gifler souvent ?
Chante dans le vent
Et cueille la rose !
Va, tout est au mieux
Dans ce monde pire !
Surtout laisse dire,
Surtout sois joyeux
D'être une victime
A ces pauvres gens :
Les dieux indulgents
Ont aimé ton crime !
Tu refleuriras
Dans un élysée !
Ame méprisée,
Tu rayonneras !
Tu n'es pas de celles
Qu'un coup du Destin
Dissipe soudain
En mille étincelles.
Métal dur et clair,
Chaque coup t'affine
En arme divine
Pour un dessein fier.
Arrière la forge !
Et tu vas frémir,
Vibrer et jouir
