Saturday, February 18, 2012

In memory of Jasmine Jahanshahi

July 15, 1990 - April 14, 2011

On April 14 of 2011 a dear friend of mine Jasmine Jahanshahi perished in a tragic apartment fire in Paris, France.  She had visited me in Madrid and I had spent Thanksgiving with her in Paris.  Her death and this past year have been strange and difficult.  Living in Madrid I've missed out on a great deal of the events after her death although I was fortunate enough to be able to fly home for the funeral and be with her family, my family and close friends.

Not a day passes I don't think about her.  Honoring her is ongoing.  Her friends and family have started a fire safety organization in her memory that is a beautiful way of carrying on her memory.  Check it out here:

http://www.firesafetyfoundation.org/

I miss her a lot.  She was an amazing person, and all hyperbole aside the world is less of an amazing place without her.  Ask anyone who knew her.

So the point of this extremely personal information on a blog that has been largely bereft of any sentimentalism (or text for that matter) is this: on the date of her birthday Jasmine's parents had mentioned planting trees in her memory.  Being that I was working as an English teacher/counselor at a summer camp by the beach in Cobreces, Spain on her birthday I vowed to myself that before the summer ended I would plant a tree for Jasmine somewhere on the beautiful Iberian peninsula.  Soon after the six weeks I spent slaving away in the summer camps I took a break before school started up again to travel and I did six days of the Camino de Santiago with Laura.  We started in the small village of Tui in Galicia.  I was always astounded by Jasmine's ability to enjoy eating limes and lemons plain, I remember vividly her eating a lime as if it was an orange.  So finally, nearly two months after what would have been her 21st birthday in September of 2011 I was able to plant a lemon tree alongside the Camino de Santiago, 13 kilometers from Santiago de Compostela (Galicia, Spain) in a small aldea (an incredibly small village) called Angueira de Xuxu (so anyone reading has an idea of the size of Angueira de Xuxu, it doesn't show up on google maps and I can't find any information on the web, however I do promise that it exists).  While trekking the last day of the Camino with the potted lemon tree and potting soil we were looking for a spot that was perfect.  After walking what must have been about six or so kilometers we were beginning to tire of carrying the heavy bag of potting soil and the potted tree we had purchased in the morning from a market as we left Padrón.  We decided to ask the next local we saw if they knew of a place we could plant the tree.

Walking through one of the countless small aldeas I saw an older woman sitting outside her house peeling green beans.  Nervously I explained my situation--I wanted to plant a lemon tree alongside the Camino in memory of a friend of mine who had passed away.  Initially she looked a bit confused and maybe even freaked out, but after several minutes of speaking with her and her husband they told us we could plant the tree on their small finca (estate) where they grew fruits and vegetables alongside their vineyards.  Once at the finca it was immediately clear that the site was as perfect a site as was going to be found.  Nestled between vineyards directly next to the Camino, their finca was a place Jasmine definitely would have enjoyed.

So we planted the tree, thanked Josefa and Salvador and exchanged information, took a couple photos and left.  Josefa and Salvador, gave us a bag full of grapes from their vineyard and vowed to take care of the tree.

About two months ago they called to say the tree is doing beautifully and there will be lemons in the spring.

The photos came out ultra high contrast due to slow film and overcast conditions, but here they.

Salvador and Josefa on their finca amongst the vineyards with the newly planted lemon tree.



Hugs and Bugs.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Bocairent and Ontinyent, Valencia



Bocairent by night

El campo recogiendo hierbas


Abandoned blanket factory


El Toro.

Goats. Goodbye.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

In light of recent events...

... (and an upcoming MF DOOM concert here in Madrid) I am posting this poem by Charles Bukowski.

Dinosauria, We

Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Camino de Santiago

In early September I did the Camino de Santiago for six days.  Starting in Tui just several kilometers north of Portugal we spent six days on the Camino Portugués.  If you are unfamiliar with the Camino de Santiago, read up here:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Way_of_St._James#Routes

Met lots of rad people, and didn't take enough pictures.  Luckily I robbed some from a new friend, so here they are so I can introduce you (my nonexistent reader) to some of the characters from my Camino experience.  Best of all, I have a sweet certificate in Latin from god that forgives me of my sins or something.  More to come.  Hugs and bugs.

David (from Portugal) and Sebastian (from Germany).



Do you know this guy?  He's a poseur.



Did you know there are lions in Portugal?  Well, there are and here they are: David and Miguel.  These dudes rule.

Peacin' out of Pontevedra with Sebastian.


Sebastian and Sonja (sweet Germans).





This little cafe had the terrace shaded by grape vines.  It was the time of the grape harvest in Galicia and the smell of ripe grapes while having a coffee was really pleasant.




This is what you try and avoid on the Camino.

Oops.




Same cafe with the grapes.

The man.

Caceres, Extremadura

Caceres is cool, and not high on the list of tourist destinations.  I went there randomly one weekend in May (I believe), took pictures, walked around, ate Torta del Casar (raw sheep's milk cheese from Caceres that is fucking good) and then went home.  Here's some shit I saw.



Old Jewish part of the city.


Plaza Mayor

Does anyone even read this?  Probably not.  But just in case, hasta lueguito.  Hugs and bugs.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Indignados

Here are some photos from the 15M (15 of May) movement that's taken place throughout Spain.  This particular evening took place in Sol just before the elections on the 15 of May.

The cops.


 La peña.