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mercoledì 18 novembre 2015

"Why are not happy?" @RoniRan2 - #Kobane #Venice

Kurdish YPJ/YPG fighters
@RoniRan2 - October 29th, 2014
link

From a letter to a friend

Venice - January 10th, 2015

In October 2014 I got in touch via Twitter with a person fighting in Kobane, @RoniRan2. During the day she fought ISIS, at night she posted images of young Amazons transmiting strength, confidence, resolution and such a happiness as our young people seldom know.

Via DM, she wrote to me loving words as soon as we got in touch. When I invited her to come to Venice, she answered inviting me in Kobane.
I wrote a poem, Message of Love from Kobane link.

From our very first connection, I knew in my heart that @RoniRan2 was a young woman, perhaps also because of her profile image. A few days later, a Kurdish woman living in Stuttgart wrote to me that Roni is a male name in Kobane. But later on, a Kurdish friend explained to me that in Kurdish ROHANI means LIGHT and it is indeed a FEMALE name: it is often shortened in RONI.


@RoniRan2 account image link


On October 23rd, 2014 @RoniRan2 tweeted a picture of a white cat whose right eye was blue, whereas its left eye was green: "Today in Kobane" link
That was the first time she tweeted a picture with an animal as the only subject: it was clear that the cat had caught her attention.

Today in Kobane
@RoniRan2 - October 23rd, 2014
link

Roni's picture of the cat surprised me because a few weeks before, on September 13th, while walking in Venice nearby the Arsenal, my attention was caught by a cat with the same features, which are quite rare. It was probably a Van cat (Van Kedisi) or Turkish Angora with a chalky white coat, odd-eyed: I could imagine its ancestors getting off a ship at the time of Crusades.
I tweeted my picture back to @RoniRan2 link

Venice, September 13th 2014 - photo by Maristella Tagliaferro

@RoniRan2 didn't read my tweet - I think she didn't know the function Notifications - so a few days later I sent my picture via DM. 
@RoniRan2 answered:
"Does the same :)"
"so sweet :)"
"You know what? you're a very good woman <3 <3 <3
Much love to you <3 ;)"


"Does the same :)"
@RoniRan2, October 26th 2014
The message that caught my greatest attention arrived during the night between October 19th and 20th, 2014. Those were days of violent crashes, not only in Kobane. For the first time, @RoniRan2 tweeted also pictures of Yezidis.
I wrote via DM:
"Happy to read from you, take care, much love from Venezia <3"
@RoniRan2 anwered:
"I love you and Venice. <3 One day, they'll see. I am hopeful. <3" 
I wished good night writing: "I'm hopeful too. Much love to you <3" and switched to Facebook. I was feeling very happy to know that she was fine, and very thankful for her loving words which were almost incredible considering she was writing to a never-met person from a city under siege.

I had not understood, not yet ...

Unluckily, as soon as I switched to Facebook, I read a piece of news that made me feel very depressed: I felt really very bad inside.
I felt alone, very very alone.
That pain would not go away and I could not fall asleep.
I felt I must have a last glance at Twitter before switching my iPad off.
Strangely enough, there was a new DM from @RoniRan2 waiting for me:
"Why are not happy?"
She had sent it about two or three minutes after I read the piece of news that made me feel bad. I could never imagine - not in those moments when I had the greatest proofs of telepathy and empathy - that one night, from a city under siege, where she saw friends and perhaps relatives fall daily, while she was defending her home, her very life, somebody whom I had never met would feel that I was going through a moment of intense unhappiness, and would care to ask me "why?"
It would be too complicated, even ridiculous for me to explain via DM why I felt unhappy to somebody living among ruins, bullets, bombs.
So I lied by writing:
"I'm happy!"
but then I added sincere words:
"I want to meet you when you defeat the enemy <3 <3 <3 :)"
@RoniRan2 answered:
"I am glad :) :) :) :) :) "


"Why are not happy?"
@RoniRan2 - October 20th, 2014
On the following days I found out that my sorrow of that night was for a false reason. Or perhaps the piece of news I had read in Facebook was true, but later on things changed so there was no reason for me to suffer. I felt an echo inside, Roni Ran's question:
"Why are not happy?" 

She started tweeting also images of wounded fighters, and the odd-eyed white cat appeared. But she continued to tweet mostly images of splendid Amazons.
Via DM Roni Ran wrote to me some news from inside Kobane. Once she denied Kurdish propaganda by confirming the death of Rehana, a very young Amazon whose image had been seen all over the world. In the DM about Rehana, she wrote also the word "sorry": perhaps she was apologizing because she knew the news would make me sad, or perhaps she meant she was sad. Or perhaps that word had both meanings. 


"I know he died. Sorry :("
@RoniRan2 - October 29th, 2014

Roni sent me several DMs about my poem. She wrote poetry for me, but never posted it because of a feeling that a translation in English would "distort the meaning". She asked me to write more poems. She wrote about her desire to read Italian. Roni's last DM on poetry is a wonderful invitation:
"Write poetry. I read so I can understand. :) <3 <3 <3" 


"Write poetry. I read so I can understand. :) <3 <3 <3"
@RoniRan2 - October 29th, 2014

@RoniRan2 Twitter account is stuck since October 31st, 2014. On that evening Roni tweeted more images with a new hastag,
#1NovemberWorldKobaneDay.
Roni sent me two DMs:
"Today was a day of violent clashes. Additional forces arrived.After that it gets better. <3 <3 <3" 
and
"Happy. :) ;) " 



Last DM from @RoniRan2
"Happy. :) ;)"
October 31st, 2014

@RoniRan2 had already posted her last tweet, asking world solidarity for Kobane: link.

Some people in Europe may think about Kobane after the last events in France: 20 people assassinated, 12 of which at Charlie Hebdo's. Now we Europeans know that we can be killed by ISIS terrorists in our own homes. 
Last December I told to myself that the last lines in my poem were wrong. Tonight I understood why I wrote them: 


In this crumbling
Western World,
I feel powerless,
lost, incapable:
Roni Ran
is right,
my home,
our home
is in Kobane.


"#SOS_SINJAR #SaveYazidis #DefendInternational #SavaKobane YPG/PKK YPJ fighters"@RoniRan2 - October 20th, 2014
link

MORE LINKS

20141013
Messaggio d'Amore da Kobane link

20141013
Message of Love from Kobane link

20150110
I read my poem 
Messaggio d'Amore da Kobane at the poets' event M'EDITARE 2015 - Singolari Opere Comuni link

20150126
"Why are not happy?" "Perché non sei felice?" #Kobane #Venezia link

20151117
#Paris #Kobane #Venice - all we need is Freedom and Peace link

20150125
Bea Ary in Facebook link

20150126
Bea Ary in Facebook link

20150130
Dentro Kobanê link

20150202
Peter Clifford Online
KOBANE UPDATE 49: ISLAMIC STATE OFFICIALLY ADMIT DEFEAT IN KOBANE – “THERE WAS NO PLACE TO HIDE ANYMORE” – AS YPG “MOP-UP”:
TIMELINE – 2nd FEBRUARY 2015 14.08 GMT: link

"Lastly, on Kobane, I received this morning this delightful poetic tribute to the inspiring female warriors of the YPJ, a 'Message of Love', originally published last October by @MSTagliaferro, HERE: link"


20151112

New York Review of Books, "The Syrian Kurds are Winning" by Jonathan Steele link

Il Post, "Le foto delle combattenti del Rojava" reportage by John Moore link

"I love you :) <3 <3"
@RoniRan2 - October 13th, 2014


"Yes. When we defeat the enemy"
@RoniRan2 - October 13th, 2014

October 14th, 2014 - tweet by @TaninKendal 
https://twitter.com/taninkendal/status/522069949687529472


I sent Roni via DM Tanin's letter
October 14th, 2014


"I am sorry for the late reply to your message ..."
@RoniRan2 - October 16th, 2014


"I've even wrote poetry. I was very happy. <3 <3 <3"
@RoniRan2 - October 16th, 2014








giovedì 28 agosto 2014

Venezia71, "Like the trees of Arda"


Lido di Venezia, the "hole" - photo shot on September 4, 2013
from the 3rd floor of Casino Palace


#Venezia71 #Lido #hole #trees #Arda



On the opening day of the 71st Venice International Film Festival, I post "Like the trees of Arda", a poem I wrote two years ago for flashmob and poetry reading "Arms up to the sky" which was organized by poet Antonella Barina at Lido di Venezia on August 5, 2012: on the wide terrace between the Casinò Palace and the golden beach, just in front of the sea130 people staged a protest against the cutting down of 130 gigantic cluster-trees in order to build a New Cinema Palace. After the trees were cut down in February 2009, and a huge amount of public money was spent, the plan was dropped: in the place of the cluster-trees there still is a huge "hole".


On August 5, 2012 the chorus verses were recited by dozens of people taking part in the flashmob, I recited the verses of the poem: just like in an ancient Greek tragedy.








Like the trees of Arda
by Maristella Tagliaferro



Gigantic and strong,

like the trees of Arda (chorus).



It’s under your branches
that we did run
looking for coolness,
breathing
the sea breeze
mixed with the deep
smell of the resin
stuck to our fingers.



Gigantic and strong,
like the trees of Arda (chorus).

In your shadow
the most intensive dreams
opened up,
set to music in the Anuir’s singing,
in the rustling of your branches,
in the twittering of birds,
in our laughter,
of women and mothers.

Gigantic and strong,
like the trees of Arda (chorus).

Splendid visions
of encounters
that might be new,
or centuries old,
a gift that you,
gigantic and strong,
gave to our
brave hearts.

Gigantic and strong,
like the trees of Arda (chorus).

We cried,
instead of chanting,
we asked,
instead of extolling you,
gigantic and strong,
as Taillefer,
hero and juggler
would do.

Gigantic and strong,
like the trees of Arda (chorus).

But he always comes back,

the noble knight,
descendant of Charlemagne,
singer of noble exploits,
who juggles
with his sword
while charging the enemy lines.
And there will be more

Gigantic and strong,

like the trees of Arda (chorus).

No more steel,

but word,
no more cries
but singing,
no more deeds
but noble exploits,
music,
and fertile silence.

Gigantic and strong,
like the trees of Arda (chorus).




"Like the trees of Arda" - original title "Come gli alberi di Arda" - copyright Maristella Tagliaferro
Translation from Italian by Maristella Tagliaferro with the supervision of Jackie Porter Antweiler


VIDEO by Paolo Fumagalli
 130 persone per 130 alberi
reading of "Come gli alberi di Arda"
minutes 8.20 - 11.00


IMAGES by Antonella Barina from
 Braccia al cielo - flashmob


Maristella Tagliaferro reads "Like the trees of Arda"
130 people
Arms up to the sky
Alice Di Lauro,  " In difficile equilibrio"

Recovering a white painted tree from the rubbish