RIP, SHAMMI KAPOOR

I had never heard of this Indian actor, nor of his family ("the Barrymores" of India) until 2006. Several people in India told me that I resembled him: not the young, dashing Bollywood heartthrob, but the Shammi Kapoor of his elder years. I read up on him a bit, and learned that his life deeds show that he genuinely understood the meaning of seva, or "service to others." So, one more of the world's short supply of better people is gone, funeral on India's Day of Independence. I hope that he too will now be free --- of maya

Being Poor in Egypt

This photo of a girl, standing in a field of corn, was taken by me as I sailed down the Nile on a tour boat in the summer of 1976. I can still smell and taste the wonderful corn on the cob, grilled in the husk, that was a common street food in Cairo. The British turned the Delta in a region for cash-crop long-staple cotton production. As Egypt's population boomed, the country was forced to import cereal grains. Food riots in the 70's followed the government's requirements to toe the line of the IMF and decrease the subsidy on bread. In the 80s, I recall reading an article in which Egyptians expressed their dissatisfaction with a government proposal to add corn flour to the mix for making daily bread. Which brings me to the topic of the post preceding this one, about my astonishment to discover a box of Corn Flakes, made in Egypt, in one of those "Dollar Stores" that proliferate throughout the U.S. Many years ago, a Russian-American sociologist, Ptirim Sorokin, opined that World War I was all about "boire et manger." I think he was on to something! Please check out my other posts about food, whether on shelves in Indo-Pak groceries, or Israeli and Arab products
"coexisting" on the shelves of local ethnic markets. If we all ate together, and limited Americanization to Corn Flakes, we would all get along much better, I am sure of it! But no corn to export out of Egypt, please!

The Egyptian Corn Flakes

UPDATED 2-4-11: WHAT GREATER EVIDENCE IS NEEDED OF EGYPT'S MIND-BOGGLING POVERTY AND DESPERATION? WHAT KIND OF GOVERNMENT EXPORTS FOOD IN A COUNTRY WHERE NEARLY HALF THE PEOPLE LIVE ON THE EQUIVALENT OF TWO DOLLARS A DAY? WHO PROFITED FROM THIS? In 2009, for this blog, and as promised, I searched my vast archives of global flotsam and jetsam for this strange artifact of New World Corn in an Old World context making its way back to the New World in a most unusual transformation, which lends itself to discussion from any number of angles. But I am too tired to do that, so all I will say is: I believe that Egypt's average per capita income is about $700 annually. So why corn grown there ends up in a low-rent "Global Foods" box that is actually shipped back to the U.S. and sold in those (usually) Chinese-owned "Dollar Stores" boggles my mind. Which is plenty boggled as it is.

Luciano Pavarotti, Shammi Kapoor, Emmaneul Chabrier and Me: Part 2

It was the summer of 2001, and I was enjoying six weeks in the company of other teachers on a study-tour of China. It didn't take long for me to notice a series of peculiar events. Wherever we went, there were always more Chinese tourists than non-Chinese, and time and again I was either stared at or asked to pose with an individual or with an entire family for a picture. At first, I thought, well, they are not used to seeing foreigners, so they want their picture taken with one. After all, I have a beard, in addition to being a bit overweight. But this could not have been the case when, on Beijing's most upscale shopping street, I was snapped by several upscale Chinese, while on my way to the main branch of the Chinese Foreign Language Bookstore. It just kept happening. I won't exaggerate, but it happened at least twenty times. OK, on one of my final days in China, while walking along the marvelous Bund in Shanghai, a companion told me that "The Three Tenors" performance in The Forbidden City, which had occured not long before, was playing virtually non-stop on Chinese CCTV throughout the country that entire summer. That program, along with movies portraying Mao at Yenan, The Long March, and the 80th anniversary of the Chinese Communist Party. So it finally hit me. The people who wanted their pictures taken with me thought that I was/am Luciano Pavarotti. I DID once "go as" Luciano Pavarotti to a Halloween party, years ago. I suppose that it would not have occurred to many of them that the great tenor had left the country, nor that he would not just be walking around the tourist spots of China like any regular person. It amuses me now to think that in at least a few Chinese homes, there are framed portraits of family members atop lace doilies, with their arms around me, smiling and making the "V" for victory sign, along with Luciano Pavarotti. Nessun dorma, indeed!

Luciano Pavarotti, Shammi Kapoor, Emmaneul Chabrier and Me: Part 1

Well, I always thought that I had a previous life, and often wondered why I didn't continue piano lessons when I was younger. I really loved playing, and my teachers suggested that I had some talent. I now understand that it was the ghost of the French composer, Emmanuel Chabrier, laying his hand upon me because "I" had already contributed mightily to the world of great music. This present realization has its roots in India, land of mysteries, where one is routinely advised to "expect the unexpected". In 2006, many people there told me that I resembled Bollywood star Shammi Kapoor, not in his younger years as an older man. A simple image search will show how we look somewhat alike. I am sad to learn that this member of the "Barrymores of Bollywood" clan is in failing health, and can only wish him my best, unknown and from afar. In fact, my "other world" doppleganger is not Shammi Kapoor at all, whose seva I much admire. Rather, it is none other than Emmanuel Chabrier, the composer of "Spanish Rhapsody", the video/audio and likeness of myself may be enjoyed through a simple web searching. I include a photo of myself for purposes of comparison. Well, my search is now over. Enjoy the composition of my decomposition which, alas, I cannot replicate in this present incarnation. As for Luciano, more to come in my next post.

When China Awakens,The World Will Tremble

Couldn't help but recall this quote, attributed to Napoleon, while recently viewing portions of the 1937 film version of Pearl Buck's The Good Earth. While there is both much justifiable praise and criticism of this work, I was struck by the following text appearing at the beginning of the film, which of course is speaking to the imminent role of China as an ally in the struggle against Japan:

THE SOUL OF A GREAT NATION
IS EXPRESSED IN THE LIFE OF
ITS HUMBLEST PEOPLE. IN THIS
SIMPLE STORY OF A CHINESE FARMER
MAY BE FOUND SOMETHING OF THE
SOUL OF CHINA. ITS HUMILITY, ITS
COURAGE, ITS DEEP HERITAGE FROM
THE PAST AND ITS VAST PROMISE
FOR THE FUTURE.

At the time, of course, neither Chinese Nationalists nor Communists could imagine the "vast promise for the future" that China would eventually take post-1979, and its enormous force in the current global economy. It also occurred to me that the film "Mother India", twenty years later, borrowed heavily from visual representations of suffering peasantry as portrayed in The Good Earth. Well, as for China's future, imagined circa 1937, or even as peasants starved there in the late 50's, "who'da thunk it"?

当中国觉醒时，世界都发颤

我想起这句话，据说拿破仑波拿巴说了，而最近观看由美国作家赛珍珠的赛珍珠1937年电影版的部分。这两种批评和赞美的书和电影是合理的。下面的文字出现在电影的开始。它指的是将发挥作用，中国作为一个在抗日斗争中的盟友：
一个伟大民族的灵魂体现在了其最卑微的人的生活。在这一波我国农民简单的故事可能会发现作者对中国灵魂东西。智能谦逊，勇气，它从过去和对未来的广阔前景深厚资源。
当时既没有中国国民党，也不共产党人可以想像未来“是中国将最终实现”广阔的前景，在当前全球经济中的地位。电影“印度母亲”，20年后，借用农民如何在苦难的大地描绘严重。 1937年，谁能够想到什么中国和美国今天这样呢？

ONE BY ONE -- AUNT ROSA OF SHABO~AKKERMAN

(PHOTOS: Rosa as a young woman, Rosa in the Red Army during the war, my mother, born in USA 1917)

Having spoken at length of his memories of growing to adulthood in the former Soviet Union, a great-uncle of mine on my mother's side informed me in the 1980s that many relatives were among "the lost" and killed, one way or another, in Europe during World War II. Some were shot into pits by Einsatzgruppen and fascist collaborators, some lost their lives in "German bombings" or in the Odessa catacombs to which they fled as Nazi air support aided Rumanian and Ukrainian collaborators in wiping out the Jewish presence of southern Bessarabia. He and his brother, my mother's father, were among the few who emigrated either just before or after the Russian Revolution. My mother's Aunt Rosa (whom she had never met) was a nurse in the Red Army Medical Corps and died under unknown circumstances as it made its way through Hungary in March/April 1945. One of my mother's sisters had photographs of Rosa and her siblings, copies of which came into my possession.  Included were pictures of Rosa, one of her as a young woman, another of her in Red Army uniform. Her resemblance to my mother astonished me. I only recently discovered that testimony of Rosa's death was submitted to Yad Vashem by someone whom my great-uncle had mentioned was a relative. I post this in memory of one of the many killed during World War II, without a grave to memorialize her.

לאחר דיבר באריכות על זיכרונותיו של גידול לבגרות של ברית המועצות לשעבר, דוד רבא שלי מצד אמא שלי הודיע ​​לי בשנת 1980, כי קרובי משפחה רבים היו בין "אבודים" ונהרג, בדרך זו או אחרת, אירופה בזמן מלחמת העולם השנייה. כמה נורו לתוך בורות ידי האיינזצגרופן ומשתפי הפעולה פשיסטיות, חלקם איבדו את חייהם "ההפצצות הגרמניות" או את הקטקומבות אודסה שאליו הם ברחו כמו סיוע אווירי הנאצי סייעה הרומני ומשתפי הפעולה האוקראינים לחסל את הנוכחות היהודית בסרביה בדרום. הוא ואחיו, אביו של אמי, היו בין הבודדים שהיגרו או לפני או אחרי המהפכה הרוסית. דודה של אמא שלי רוזה (שאותו מעולם לא פגש) היתה אחות בצבא האדום חיל הרפואה ומת בנסיבות לא ידועות כפי שהוא עשה את דרכו דרך הונגריה מרץ / אפריל 1945. אחת האחיות של אמא שלי היו תמונות של רוזה, אחיה ואחיותיה, עותקים של אשר בא לידי שלי. כלל היו תמונות של רוזה, אחת כאישה צעירה, עוד אחד שלה במדי הצבא האדום. דמיונה אמי הדהימה אותי. גיליתי רק לאחרונה, כי עדותו של מותה של רוזה הוגשה ליד ושם על ידי מישהו מהם דודי הזכיר היה קרוב משפחה. אני שולח את זה לזכרו של אחד מני רבים נהרגו במהלך מלחמת העולם השנייה, ללא קבר להנציח אותה.

Сказав при длине его воспоминания о растущей во взрослую жизнь в бывшем Советском Союзе, двоюродный дед мой по материнской линии сообщил мне в 1980-х годов, что многие родственники были среди «потерянных» и убили, так или иначе, в Европе во время Второй мировой войны. Некоторые из них были расстреляны в ямы на СД и фашистских коллаборационистов, некоторые потеряли свои жизни в «немецкой бомбардировки" или в одесские катакомбы, к которой они бежали, как нацистский поддержку с воздуха помогали румынских и украинских коллаборационистов в ликвидации еврейского присутствия в южной Бессарабии. Он и его брат, отец моей матери, были среди тех немногих, кто эмигрировал непосредственно перед или после русской революции. Тетя моей мамы Розы (которого она никогда не встречал) была сестрой милосердия в Красной Армии медицинский корпус и умер при невыясненных обстоятельствах, как это сделал свой путь через Венгрию в марте / апреле 1945 года. Одна из сестер моей матери были фотографии Роза и ее братья и сестры, копии вступившего в моем распоряжении. Среди них были фотографии Роза, одна из ее как молодая женщина, другой ее в форме Красной Армии. Ее сходство с мамой, меня поразило. Я только недавно узнал, что свидетельство о смерти Розы был представлен на Яд ва-Шем, кого мой двоюродный дядя упомянул о том, родственник. Я этот пост в память об одном из многих погибших во время Второй мировой войны, без серьезной, чтобы увековечить ее.