Fake idols and real dreams – From Manhattan to Hollywood
Flying towards JF Kennedy airport in New York, I recognized a bridge out a F Scott Fitzgerald novel. It was the bridge that Gatsby crosses to go into the city. I remembered the description of ash heaps and the mechanic who looked as grey as the ashes. The place looked grey and dull enough […]
The condo where my friend was staying looked exactly like TV´s serial killer cop “DEXTER,” which is actually set in Miami. The feeling of being in Dexter-land was augmented by the headline I read on a local magazine my friend had lying around: “Bigger guns, no permits needed, Page 10.”
The death of the common enemy – Obama and Osama´s head
Seeing Obama tell people to be happy because Osama had been killed felt exactly like one of those political meetings in 1984, where people enter into a hate frenzy against "the enemy."
Hitler said " Who, after all, speaks today of the annihilation of the Armenians?" to counter the argument that it would be impossible to "get away" with wiping out the Jews. That´s what pushing a genocide under the rug will do; beget another one.
