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Oh my goodness!
Only my dearest Georgios could have chosen this for me.
You have perfectly displayed the reasons I will never ever again be carefree and lighthearted, but still strive to preserve the memory of when I did have that luxury.
I have not lived through a war in my homeland, but I will always carry as a part of my DNA the memories
of abandonment by those entrusted-and paid-to never abandon us.
The music is authentic.
This was the hottest, grittiest, nastiest period in this countries history, not far removed from conditions of the yellow fever plague in the same place in 1853 and in 1790.
**for info on those events:
http://www.jstor.org/pss/2954767
I will always remember being referred to by media and those who should have known better as 'refugees'.
Flew into Texas and became a refugee.
I had to politely tell someone at every stop- please do not call me that, I am an evacuee-not a refugee; there is a difference.
Forever branded as a katrina survivor, I never capitalize that name, I want to give it no more power.
We dance to the music even should it lead to destruction.
We pray to our God.
That is our way.
There have always been hurricane parties to eat, drink and be merry while listening to the ominous warnings of gales and squalls
and wind and water.
And always - survival.
Then comes recovery, repair, restore and revival.
There are impromptu parades, second line dances behind funeral processions, festivals dedicated to food, priests blessing animals,
decadence, spirituality, holy places.
I am going to try to load this video to Netbug:
http://urldr.net/aj12
but you know me-something will probably interrupt between here and there-so if I don't-will you?
Thank you my friend, from a place you cannot imagine.
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