good morning darlings!
After drinking some beers after great concert and great puppetshow in fully-full SalaMaster in Santiago de Chile, I thought I ll have finnally a great sleep, but, no – at 5.30 AM sirena starts yelling at the town, and here I jump from my bed towards the doors (there is only safe place) and wait for next big earthquake…. Nothing happened, so I was bit dissapointed. Well – if the earth does not move, we have to move it, people! 🙂 2 days ago, we had totally communistic show – Torrero was comparing Swedish and Chilean sociall system, Frog was critisising president Pinera, and concert ended up all people exclamating “El Pueblo unido!!”.. yess, Nano Stern for president!
This bloody pop singer is walking in town and every 2 nd. person is stopping him and hugging him and he writes one SMS, and our gig is sold out. Well. Who cares about puppeteers today! Puppets? What? aa – you mean marionettes! And when I say, I m making doctorate, people mostly laugh, cos they think its a joke. Where are good old times of renesance, when puppeteer was respected proffession and when puppets were making peoples dreams becomin true (while killing police or milkshaking neighbour). Where is revolutionary fire, where is Woodstock? It was quite strong feeling to finish concert with a-capella „el Pueblo unido“ – with Slovenians would something like this hardly happen – but, infact it happened to me – 3 weeks ago, while singing „žive naj vsi narodi..! (slovenian anthom) with 300 Slovenian immigrants in Slovenian comunity in Buenos Aires, spiced with photos of Bled and Trojanski Krof , I felt for 1st. time in my life something like pathriotism, I felt like I am part of this group of people (even if they were right-wing conservative chatolique opposite-of-Matita people).
See, those were New Slovenians, (anti-comunists, 20 000 all in all), that came after 2nd. world-war,they had to escape from comunistic oppression, they were children escaping in winter over Alps in Austria and waiting for ship over Atlantic, wherever, and here it opened possibility in Buenos, where at this time already lived Old Slovenians (comunists, that escaped there before 2nd. war – about 13000 all in all). So, here they met again!The murderers met their victimes in Pizzeria of Buenos Aires… So told me a pensionist on christmass party of Old slovenian center Triglav in Buenos Aires, it was hard to hear him and his compagneros over „Ne išči sreče drugod, kot je domaaaa“ (¨dont look for luck otherwhere than is your home” – an interpretation with very strong spanish accent), all oldies wanted to share with me their immigrant stories, I felt so sorry that I didnt have too much time, you know, world is big, and I have to save it!
So – here I am, already bit tired cos I was giving all day hand to about 1000 prisoners from 3300 in prison in Valparaiso (there is place only for half of this number and one week ago there was fire in one other prison and cos you have to have contract confirmed by authority to get out, police didnt leave them out, and immagine – 80 prisoners burnd up! (died)) So. Nobody heard about this. Newspapers have to write about more important things (as „president Pinera is having 2 spoons of sugar in coffie in Koln“ – bthw – Pinera went for tour in EU and while stopping in Berlin, he made little panic by writing in BigBook of visits „Deutchland uber Alles“ (!!!)).
So, after 12 performances of Pulcinella and ‘Black salsa singer’ for prisoner killers, prisoner youngsters, prisoner babies (that have to grow up in prison cos their mothers are prisoners) I was released and I m freely walking in beautiful Valparaiso and breathing great athmosphere of this cosy town with colorful houses and beautiful view, and little funiculars, and nice Museum of Titeres, where I am making workshop next week, and good empanadas, and incredible chicas, and so, it is one of the best towns of the world (or best one as Nano Stern says), but still, „dont look for luck otherwhere than is your home“, Don’t know how far I ll have to go to find it. (same as fairitayle about man that was dreaming about tresure somewhere far away, and when he got there, he realised treasure is in his home, under the oven)… achh, Ljubljana (or even better – Koper) I m coming back! (after checking up Berlin and New York – u never know.. 🙂
Im coming back (to EU) in january, even if I warmly hope (about 35 C here) that airports will be closed and I this will force me to stay forever in Valparaiso. It sounds as exotic as it sounded Buenos Aires 3 years ago (or Praga 7 years ago (or Ljubljana 11 years ago))… My personal guide Pato is such pathriot as my grandfather ata Jure about Idrija (center of the world), he brought us to best „cueca“ bars with old singers and at 5AM I ended up even in a bordell but I was too tired and got asleep on the table… But as Pato says, even chicas in bordell of Valparaiso are different, they are called „Mariposas de la noche“ (butterflys of the night), they are calm they respect themselves, they are cultivated and they are artists, not like girls from Santiago… Anyway. I m still too Slovenian to catch crazy southamerican flirt rythm, I m still happily free as mariposa , and I feel great while talking to different people from different worlds without almost any (cultural) obbligation. And just as I wrote this, an old lady passed by and gives me empanada, just like this, without any obbligation, the same way as I gave empanada to unknown man few weeks ago in Bolson, so my conclusion for today: There is god and he sees everything and he is good (and he will return my accordion, pleaseeee!)
Good night from Valparadiso!
photos from prison: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=357901&id=537349477