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Mon cher Ado/Hayat. Part 40

Hier , ma chère Hayat , lors d’un déjeuner dans la montagne, à plus de mille mètres d’altitude , j’ai dégusté un Arak dont la saveur n’a pas fini de m’enivrer de son parfum exquis . Elle était belle notre montagne !

Elle était si belle avec son voile de brume automnale qui la recouvrait après avoir été arrosée par une pluie matinale , rafraîchissante . Moi , je ne finissais pas de me rassasier du spectacle que m’ offrait cette nature biblique (Any alternative term?).


A l’hôtel où nous déjeunions , nous ne cessions de nous souhaiter la bonne santé en levant nos verres remplis d’un arak immaculé . Pour ce déjeuner dominical, nous étions tous parés de nos plus beaux habits , nos femmes surtout , plus belles les unes que les autres .

Parmi les invités , il y avait le curé , bien portant avec son visage jovial et serein, et qui n’arrêtait pas de raconter des blagues rigolotes .

Et puis il y avait l’avocate dont l’appétit était impressionnant . Nous étions presque sortis de table pendant qu’elle continuait à se resservir encore de ces plats succulents que nous avait servis notre hôte .

Enfin , quand tout le monde était bien repu, nous nous sommes installés dans le salon de l’hôtel dans des fauteuils en cuir des plus confortables pour boire un délicieux café noir offert par le patron de l’hôtel , une personne fort aimable .


Et au moment de nous quitter sur le perron de l’hôtel , la brume avait disparu et le soleil commençait à réchauffer la terre et nos cœurs .

Alors nous nous sommes embrassés chaleureusement en remerciant le grand Edouard qui a eu la belle idée de nous convier à ce merveilleux déjeuner ….

Mon char Ado/Walid. Part 41.

Mon cher Ado, No more?

On raconte , mon cher Walid, que Socrate avait une femme acariâtre (nekdi?), des plus mégère que la terre ait pu produire au cours de l’histoire . (lel rattal baddak ratel wa noss?)

Ayant vécu au siècle d’or de la démocratie athénienne, il eut comme disciples Xenophon et Platon , lequel rapporta ce que le maître leur enseignait .

(City-State democracy, as in most cities in Lebanon and Syria, thousand of year prior to the creation of Athens)

Un jour,que Platon lui eut demandé ce qu’il pensait du mariage, il lui aurait répondu que c’était une bonne chose de se marier car , de deux choses l’une , ou il tomberait sur une bonne épouse et dans ce cas il vivrait heureux, où il épouserait une mauvaise , et dans ce cas il deviendrait philosophe… Ce qui serait excellent pour l’humanité . 

(Je n ‘avais pas the gout de la philosophie dans ma jeunesse, je pensais de l’ autre alternative serait le suicide)

Il faut dire que Xanthippe , son épouse, était pingre , et comme certaines femmes contemporaines , elle regardait son mari , non comme un être souffrant et pensant , mais comme une machine à produire du blé afin de combler ses désirs . (Mais il n’etait pas agriculteur et elle devrait le savoir?)

Que faire ? Au cours des siècles , les philosophes qui ne se sont pas mariés , pour conserver leur liberté de penser , sont nombreux pour ne citer que Nitshe, … (ils etaient plus acariâtre que Xanthippe?)

Les points de vue sur la question sont nombreux et très variés . Personnellement je pense que le maître n’avait pas tort en conseillant à Platon de se marier .

Cependant je crois que ça serait bien de tomber sur une bonne épouse qui saura te rendre heureux…(Un bon plat, une couche chaude, les sabots cire’, le deshdashi well ironed…)

Car vivre heureux , c’est ce à quoi tendent tous les philosophes , tous ceux qui cogitent sur la question …
Enfin je rajoute que c’est réciproque pour la femme , celle qui cultive en son sein l’avenir de l’humanité ..

(As long as the husband share in the maintenance of the house? Faire la vaisseelle, laver le linge, baigner les petits…)

Hidden Health Dangers:

A Former Agbiotech Insider Wants His GMO Crops Pulled

by Caius Rommens. Oct. 17, 2018

Genetic engineering isn’t everyone’s childhood dream. I didn’t care for it when I started studying biology at the University of Amsterdam, but my professor explained it was an acquired taste and the best option for a good job.

So, I suppressed my doubts and learned to extract DNA from plants, recombine the DNA in test tubes, reinsert the fusions into plant cells, and use hormones to regenerate new plants.

People say that love is blind, but I started loving what I did blindly. Or, perhaps, what started as an acquired taste soon became a dangerous addiction. Genetic engineering became part of me.

After I received my PhD, I went to the University of California in Berkeley to help develop a new branch of genetic engineering. I isolated several disease resistance genes from wild plants, and demonstrated, for the first time, that these genes could confer resistance to domesticated plants. Monsanto liked my work and invited me to lead its new disease control program in St. Louis in 1995.

I should not have accepted the invitation. I knew, even then, that pathogens cannot be controlled by single genes: They evolve too quickly around any barrier to infection.

It takes about two to three decades for insects and plants to overcome a resistance gene, but it takes only a few years, at most, for pathogens to do the same.

I did accept the invitation, though, and the next six years became a true boot camp in genetic engineering. I learned to apply many tricks about how to change the character of plants and I learned to stop worrying about the consequences of such changes.

In 2000, I left Monsanto and started an independent biotech program at J.R. Simplot Company in Boise, Idaho.

Simplot is one of the largest potato processors in the world. It was my goal to develop GMO potatoes that would be admired by farmers, processors, and consumers.

Genetic engineering had become an obsession by then, and I created at least 5,000 different GMO versions each year—more than any other genetic engineer. All these potential varieties were propagated, grown in greenhouses or the field, and evaluated for agronomic, biochemical, and molecular characteristics.

The almost daily experience I suppressed was that none of my modifications improved potato’s vigor or yield potential. In contrast, most GMO varieties were stunted, chlorotic, mutated, or sterile, and many of them died quickly, like prematurely-born babies.

Despite all my quiet disappointments, I eventually combined three new traits into potatoes: disease resistance (for farmers), no tuber discoloration (for processors), and reduced food-carcinogenicity (for consumers).

It was as hard for me to consider that my GMO varieties might be corrupted as it is for parents to doubt the perfection of their children. Our assumption was that GMOs are safe. But my pro-biotech filter eventually wore thin and finally shattered entirely.

I identified some minor mistakes and had my first doubts about the products of my work. I wanted to re-evaluate our program and slow it down, but it was too little too late. Business leaders were involved now. They saw dollar signs. They wanted to expand and speed-up the program, not slow it down.

I decided to quit in 2013. It was painful to leave behind the major part of my adult life.

The true scope of my errors became obvious to me only after I had relocated to a small farm in the mountains of the Pacific Northwest.

By this time Simplot had announced the regulatory approval of my GMO varieties. As the company began to plan for quiet introductions in American and Asian markets, I was breeding plants and animals independently, using conventional methods.

And since I still felt uncomfortable about my corporate past, I also re-evaluated the about two hundred patents and articles that I had published in the past, as well as the various petitions for deregulation.

Not so much biased anymore, I easily identified major mistakes.

“With the mistake your life goes in reverse.
Now you can see exactly what you did
Wrong yesterday and wrong the day before
And each mistake leads back to something worse.
(James Fenton)

For instance, we had silenced three of potato’s most conserved genes, assuming that the three genetic changes would each have one effect only. It was a ludicrous assumption because all gene functions are interconnected.

Each change had indeed caused a ripple effect. It should have been clear to me that silencing the ‘melanin gene’ PPO would have numerous effects, including an impairment of potatoes’ natural stress-tolerance response.

Similarly, asparagine and glucose are among the most basic compounds of a plant, so why did I believe I could silence the ASN and INV genes involved in the formation of these compounds? And why did nobody question me?

Another strange assumption was that I had felt able to predict the absence of unintentional long-term effects on the basis of short-term experiments. It was the same assumption that chemists had used when they commercialized DDT, Agent Orange, PCBs, rGBH, and so on.

The GMO varieties I created are currently released under innocuous names, such as InnateHibernate, and White Russet. They are described as better and easier-to-use than normal potatoes and to contain fewer bruises, but the reality is different.

The GMO potatoes are likely to accumulate at least two toxins that are absent in normal potatoes, and newer versions (Innate 2.0) additionally lost their sensory qualities when fried. Furthermore, the GMO potatoes contain at least as many bruises as normal potatoes, but these undesirable bruises are now concealed.

There are many more issues, and some of them could have been identified earlier if they had not been covered-up by misleading statistics in the petitions for deregulation.

How could I have missed the issues? How could I have trusted the statisticians? How could the USDA have trusted them? My re-evaluation of the data clearly shows that the GMO varieties are seriously compromised in their yield potential and in their ability to produce normal tubers.

Unfortunately, most GMO potatoes end-up as unlabeled foods that are indistinguishable from normal foods. Consumer groups would have to carry out PCR tests to determine if certain products, including fries and chips, contain or lack the GMO material.

Given the nature of the potato industry, the most common potato varieties, such as Russet Burbank and Ranger Russet, will soon be contaminated with GMO stock.

I have now summarized the new conclusions of this past work (without disclosing company secrets—I am bound by confidentiality agreements) in a book, entitled ‘Pandora’s Potatoes.

This book, which is now available on Amazon, explains why I renounce my work at Simplot and why the GMO varieties should be withdrawn from the market. It is a warning and a call for action: a hope that others will step forward with additional evidence, so that the public, with its limited financial means, has a chance to counter the narrow-mindedness of the biotech industry.

My book describes the many hidden issues of GMO potatoes, but GMO potatoes are not the exception: They are the rule.

I could just as well have written (and may write) about the experimental GMO varieties we developed at Monsanto, which contains an anti-fungal protein that I now recognize as allergenic, about the disease resistance that caused insect sensitivity, or about anything else in genetic engineering.

On May 3rd 2018 the columnist Michael Gerson wrote in the Washington Post: “Anti-GMO is anti-science.” His statement was echoed by Mitch Daniels, his colleague, who added, “[It] isn’t just anti-science. It’s immoral.

But these two columnists are not scientists. They don’t understand the level of bias and self-deception that exists among genetic engineers. Indeed, anyone who is pro-science should understand that science is meant to study nature, not to modify it—and certainly not to predict, in the face of strong evidence, the absence of unintended effects.

The real anti-science movement is not on the streets. It is, as I discovered, in the laboratories of corporate America.

Posted with permission from Independent Science News.

Tidbits and notes posted on FB and Twitter. Part 250

Note: I take notes of books I read and comment on events and edit sentences that fit my style. I pay attention to researched documentaries and serious links I receive. The page of backlog opinions and events is long and growing like crazy, and the sections I post contains a month-old events that are worth refreshing your memory

Another night dream. We are 4 persons on that trip, including a female. In my mind, we are traveling in Morocco (I have never been to North Africa). We are to visit a village/city. After many hours in a transportation mean (can’r recall a car or a bus), out of nowhere, a white village appears on a hill. Very pretty from afar.

The 4 of us are walking, the couple ahead of us. The more we walk the further the white village turns out to be.  I says to my companion: “this village looks like my village, but this one is by the sea and ours is red tiled”.

I guess that I heard the village had a university and I can try to find a position and settle for a year. We enter a college in a single building: the students wear uniforms: white shirt, navy trousers and navy tie. Up and down an elevator. I ask my companion why we are here. He said that he is waiting for a contact.

I’m getting bored and decided to go out. I remembered that I don’t carry the national currency, but I will not buy anything: I am going to search for the couple. I stepped out the building and I’m in a closed hall with kiosks and small shops around and also in the middle.

I’m roaming around looking for the couple. And I realized that everything is Dirty: the walls, the floors and the shirts of people. We cannot smell in a dream, but the sight disgusted me hugely. Even the environment outside is a chaos of dirt and burned grass. I had to wake myself up. it is 5 am.

Another night dream. I got my PhD in industrial/Human factors engineering many decades ago. Still, I dream of unfinished dissertation, and can’t hope of ever getting out of my miseries. 

Another night dream. I got out of this hole of a university town many decades ago. Still, I dream of roaming its streets, night clubs, cafe and noticing that shops have changed their businesses, even the post office has been transformed into something else.

Another night dream. I last saw our apartment in Beirut 2 decades ago before we sold it. And yet, I’m roaming the street of our quarter, getting lost and watching grueling scenery, such as crumbling buildings where a few adolescents have repainted it with rainbow color and plenty of lighting. Kind of living in a castle, though the area didn’t suffer much damages from the 13-year civil war. My mind likes to play terrible tricks so that I wake up and went to piss.

Victorine Brocher (1839-1921) wrote in “Une femme dans la Commune de Paris 1871”: Je temoigne afin encore de rendre quelque services aux vaincus (les republicains)

Iran promised to retaliate to the deaths of 4 Iranians by Israeli missiles on T4 airfield in Homs, Syria. When, where and how are questions that are giving terrible nightmares to Israel cabinet and intelligence services.

When you are forced to live on a mountain or a desert environment, all alone, it is inevitable that a time will come when a God tells you in a vision: “Okay, now you may return home”

Consistently, Hezbollah is the only political and social organization in Lebanon that delivers on its promises and execute its decisions. These successes are based on constituting and establishing specialized working “cells” for each program before announcing the event.

Except Hezbollah, most other Lebanon “political parties” are Not social parties: they care less to connect and communicate with citizens. They are mostly attached to a militia/mafia “leader”, sort of romancing the “Glorious Past” of the civil war

Two ancient political parties are ideological (of the 20’s), but they failed to make a dent in Lebanon political structure in the last 70 years

Any potential deputies who is reluctant to back Hezbollah’s war on militias highway robbers of the State revenues “fassaad” is Not my candidate.

Al Tayyar (the party of the current President of the Republic Michel Aoun)is doing his best to deliver on promises, but has been burning steps and getting entangled in side shows. Their motto in this election is “Back the President of the Republic” (da3m al 3ahed) in order to side step the confusion in convincing voters.

The Tayyar is the only party that successfully ran 5 democratic elections within the party in the last 3 years

 

 

THE SCARIEST THING ABOUT INTROVERTS

Introverts drive extroverts crazy. Or should I say, extroverts drive introverts crazy?

“… 65% of senior corporate executives viewed introversion as a barrier to leadership…” (HBR)

The blank stare:

The scariest thing about an introvert is the blank stare that comes over their face when they’re thinking. It looks like displeasure, dislike, even disdain, to an extrovert.

Extroverts are noisy thinkers. They think while they talk. Introverts get quiet.

Introverts intimidate extroverts. It seems like they’re disinterested or resistant when they’re just thinking.

Tips for navigating introversion and extroversion:

  1. Be sensitive to a tendency to over-value extrovert leaders.
  2. Introversion and extroversion aren’t strengths and weaknesses. It’s who you are. (what that means?)
  3. Expect disciplined thought from introverts.
  4. Leverage the listening skills of introverts. Talk less and listen more if you’re an extrovert.
  5. Gather spontaneous ideas from extroverts.
  6. Give introverts time to think things over. A blank stare means they’re thinking.
  7. Extroverts enjoy public praise. Introverts often shun the limelight.

Suggestions for introverts:

I see different numbers for the ratio of introvert to extrovert. But extroverts tend to run the show.

  1. Give yourself recharge-time. Schedule and protect alone-time.
  2. Express your need to think. “Let me think that over. I’ll get back to you tomorrow.”
  3. Stretch your collaboration muscles. Avoid dropping final answers on unsuspecting victims.
  4. Beware of frustration and bitterness. People may disappoint you because YOU haven’t expressed what you want.

Introvert advantage:

In a dynamic, unpredictable environment, introverts are often more effective leaders – particularly when workers are proactive, offering ideas for improving the business.

Such behavior can make extroverted leaders feel threatened.

In contrast, introverted leaders tend to listen more carefully and show greater receptivity to suggestions, making them more effective leaders of vocal teams. (Adam Grant, Francesca Gino, David Hoffman)

What suggestions do you have for introverted leaders? extroverted leaders?

What dangers should introverts/extroverts be aware of, when it comes to their natural tendencies?

Note: the same cliche that I heard many times on extrovert and introvert, as if situations and conditions are not major factors in our current behaviors

 

3 SHIFTS THAT EXPAND INFLUENCE

The way you treat others is the chief culture building influence in your organization.

Lousy leaders act like individual contributors. Incompetent leaders can’t see the impact of their attitudes, words, and actions.

Newton said, “For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.” (Was he being general to that extreme?)

The relationships you enjoy, for example, begin with you.

When you focus on weaknesses and ignore strengths, others build protective walls.

Adversarial leaders invite conflict.

Passive leaders create anxiety.

Teams don’t practice accountability until leaders follow-up and follow-through.

When you confront tough issues with kindness, others have tough conversations with greater confidence.

3 shifts that expand influence:

#1 Shift from who is right to what is right.

In one sense, leadership isn’t personal. The issue is the issue. It doesn’t matter who comes up with solutions. The person who screwed up last week might be this week’s genius.

#2. Shift from talking-at to talking-with.

Engagement requires “with.” The more you talk “at” the more you lose “with.” Talking-with requires humility, honesty, curiosity, openness, and forgiveness.

  1. Humility acknowledges the perspective and strengths of others.
  2. Honesty explains issues without hidden agendas.
  3. Curiosity asks, “What do you think?”
  4. Openness listens and explores. Defensiveness is the end of innovation.
  5. Forgiveness gives second chances after responsible failure. Honor sincere effort. Don’t punish ignorance.

#3. Shift from right and wrong to better.

Most issues are solved with progress. It’s about next steps, not moral imperatives. Stop judging so much. Start cheering more.

Complex issues have more than one answer. Their answer is better than yours, even if it’s not quite as good, because they own it.

Bonus: Shift from punishing to learning.

Treat responsible failure as a learning opportunity and risk is easier. But treat people like tools and you propagate self-serving attitudes.

Carol Dweck says the #1 quality of a growth mindset is learning from failure.

What shifts expand a leader’s influence?

What behaviors short-circuit a leader’s influence?

Mon cher Ado/Nada. Part 39

Le Liban , ma chère Nada , est un pays de contrastes . (Comme beaucoup de pays?)
Dans ce microcosme évoluent des hommes divers et variés représentatifs des multiples sociétés qui courent le monde (Comme partout, dans les macrocosmes)

Jusqu’au milieu du siècle dernier , la vie au Liban était plus simple , je dirai même simpliste. Aujourd’hui , ça grouille de partout et ça cogne …

Autrefois , on parlait de Beyrouth comme d’une ville cosmopolite. Aujourd’hui , c’est une ville cosmopolite plus  (Plus cosmopolite ou plus une ville cosmopolite?).

Il manquait par exemple le chinois comme langue étrangère . Aujourd’hui , c’est fait . La Chine d’ailleurs est à notre porte.

(La pupart de nos importations sont Chinoises, un peu de Taiwan. Particulerement les produits Electroniques/electriques traditionels que les coloniaux ne produisent plus)

Mais au milieu d’une pagaille extraordinaire , on peut encore trouver de quoi survivre à ce grouillement affolant …
Il ne faut pas chercher à comprendre ce qui anime les Libanais ! Il y a de quoi se damner .

Mais on peut encore se détacher et goûter aux plaisirs qui nous ont charmés autrefois .

Hier, par exemple, nous avons été invités à déjeuner chez une cousine , une charmante personne , revenue au pays du cèdre avec son mari , après avoir passé plusieurs années dans les pays du golfe.

(Apres l’Afrique, le Golfe: on retourne au bercaille parcequ’on est plus le “bienvenu”)

Comme aux temps de mes parents , la table était appétissante . Rien ne manquait : le bon taboulé trônait au centre de la table, le hommos et les feuilles de vignes farcies ne manquaient pas à l’appel , sans oublier le poisson assaisonné de sauces de toutes les couleurs et le gigot accompagné d’un plat de riz richement décoré d’amandes , de pignons , de noix d’acajou et de pistaches d’Alep …

Le tout bien arrosé d’un bon vin de la bonne treille nourrie par un soleil grandiose . (Un vin Libanais?)

Enfin, un déjeuner animé par une conversation entre cousins qui vous étonnent par leurs connaissances sur les thèmes les plus divers ayant parcourus le monde du Nord au Sud et d’Est en Ouest .

Je ne peux que remercier notre cousine Micheline pour nous avoir offert cette occasion de retrouver des cousins qu’on n’avait plus revus depuis un bon moment …

Note: J’ai l’impression que cette description du Liban et Libanais est comfortablent generale et hors sujet, qui peut decrire beacoup de pays: comme si Georges ne fut jamais Libanais ou ne suis plus les evenements au Liban.

Funny comprehension of their Language: French of 10 to 14. Part 2

I am reading “Hardi! Les cancres” of Jean-Charles at the first half of 1960’s. Here are a few funny replies of the students:

Le petit garcon: “Quand je serais grand je deviendrais ouvrier pour faire les route et combler les trous”. La cadette d’ ajouter: “Et moi je ferais le trottoir”

Un cancre arithmetique: Le pluriel de “Une femme pliee’ en deux”. “Une femme pliee’ en quatre?”

Un cancre qui voit loin: “je n’ai pas besoin d’apprendre l’orthographe. Plus tard, j’aurais une machine a ecrire”

Qu’entends-tu par oeil-de-boeuf? Rien du tout: l’ oeil c’est pour regarder, pas entendre

Jules Ferry est l’inventaire des Ferry-Boats

Au 18 eme siecle, on a enleve’ les douanes et les remplace’ par des frontieres

Le metier est un bon camarade, surtout le soir quand le travail est termine’

La conscience professionelle, c’est celui qui meurt pour son travail et qui recommence jusqu’a ce qu’il soit parfait

Une greve generale: Quand les Generaux sont en greve. (Tout le monde sain voudrait une de ces greves pour un mois entier)

Le SMIG est un salaire minimum insuffisamment grand

Le SMIG est une societe’ mensuelle irreelle generale. Une societe’ maternelle inealienable gratuite.

 

Quelques definitions, pas si bete:

Matador: Quelqu’un qui adore les math

Mythologie: Maladie des mites

Naguere: La guerre est proche

Parasite: Habitants de Paris

Peine Capitale: Peine qui rapporte des interets

Poireau: Petite poire, pas mure

Preconcu: Concu dans un pre’

Pucelage: Pelage ou il y a des puces

Smalah: Petite famille Anglaise: vient du mot small

Tricorne: Coifure qui tourne

Legitime defense: Quand je suis oblige’ de signer moi-meme mon carnet scolaire

Funny comprehension of their History: French students of 10 to 14.  Part 1

I am reading “Hardi! Les cancres” of Jean-Charles at the first half of 1960’s. Here are a few funny replies of the students:

C’ est a la fin de l’ere quatermaire que Champolion en 1882 transforma les hierogliphes en Francais

Mercure etait le Dieu de la temperature

La mythologie est le bulletin du temps de demain

Xenophone fit la guerre aux Polonais

Le dieu Lard etait charge’ de veiller sur le Garde-manger

Constantin fit mettre le monologue du Christ sur ses drapeaux et condamna tout le monde aux Christianism

Que savez-vous des Gaulois? Rien du tout: Ils ne passent jamais a Endoume

A Tolbiac, Clovis dit: Si je gagne je me fais cretin. Sa conversion lui valut l’appui du concierge

On a appelle’ Charles “Martel” parcequ’il etait fou

Apres 3 jour de combat non decisif, les Arabes se retirerent de Poitier: il faisait trop froid pour eux

Louis 14 fut omme’ Roi-Soleil parcequ’il se levait le matin et se couchait le soir.

A la bataille de Marne, les Allemands s’enfuirent en Taxis

Le dernier mois du calendrier revolutionnaire s’appelait Terminal

Les Francais remplacerent tous les noms Gaulois, sauf De Gaulle

Louis 16 mourut la tete haute, apres avoir ete’ decapite’

Le pere de Napoleon I etait Napoleon Zero

Les Egyptiens mettaient en conserve le mort avec des aromates

Les Egyptiens faisaient cuire leurs morts pour les garder bien vivants

Les principaux Dieux des pharaons etaient Osiris, Ulysse et Autobus

 

 

Another attempt at romanticizing the past life-styles

How people in the Near-East conducted their daily habits and chores

الماضي الجميل ..
حمارة مربوطة بعامود الكهربا الخشب عا مدخل الدار ….
وبوابة عتيقة خشبها مشقق وقفلها مصدّي …
وبتفتحها بتزيزأ وبينكسر الصمت…

بتدخل عالدار وبتعبق ريحة الحطب الوالع بالموقدة ..
وبتفّح ريحة صابون البرش من اللّكَن الطافح بالغسيل والمي دارجة مع رغوة الصابون من حدّ شمالة حطب الزيتون بتاخد معها الاوراق اليابسة …..


وعايمينك بالارض شويّة بامية يابسة وبلاطة لحمة بجنب البركة مغسولة …
ومنجل معلّق بمسمار بالحيط …
وشاكوش …وبلطة …وأدّوم …


وكيس جنفَيْص مخيّط بالمسلّة داخلو مقّص نصب ووعيسيّة لتطعيم الزيتون
وشروال اسود منشور عاسلّم خشب قديم ملئي عا حيط مورّق بالطين …
ومِدّ لكيل القمح والزيتون والسميد..

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وبالزاوية عدّة لشك الدخّان …
واوضة البقرات عامدخلها فدّان الفلاحة ..
السكّة ..والنير….
واوضة القعدة فيها حصيرة واربع مساند وطراحة …

وبتدخل لجوّا بتلاقي اللّحف والفرش والشراشف فوق بعضها مغطايين بشرشف ابيض …
وخزانة خشب قديمة ….
بتعبق منها ريحة الزمن …

وحيطان من حجارة الكدّان مورّأة بالطين …
وقنديل كاز مضوّي نورو ساحر.. ..
وروائح الزعتر اليابس واليانسون والزوفا والسميد والسمّاء بتدغدغ روحك …..

وارض الدار مورأّة روبة ناعمة …
وبتندهلك يلّا عالغدا …
كبة بطاطا .. وصحن كموّنة …وجاط بطاطا مقليّة ..

مع سلطة سِمّاء ..وكباية لبن ..وصحن زعتر دأّة …
وطاسة بليلة ..وصطفة خبز مرقوق …
وبعد الغدا بتطلع عالسطح عادرج معمّر من حجارة كدّان مورّأة جوانبها وبتشرب كبّاية شاي وبتتلئّح عالحصيرة والهوا بيلعب لعب تحت خيمة العريشة وبتغفل وما بيعود فيك تفتّح عيونك …

آخ يا زمن آخ يا ريت بيرجع الزمن الماضي وما بدنا لا مصاري ولا تطوٌر ولا شحار….
أبقوا ميلوا بالسهرة عاكبية شاي عالحطب 🌹صباح الخير..

Mon cher Ado. Part 38

A Bondoukou en Côte-d’Ivoire , où j’avais enseigné en 1976 , se trouvaient deux frères libanais qui avaient un commerce assez prospère . L’aîné était marié avec une jeune libanaise , et avait un petit garçon .

Le plus jeune des frères vivait avec sa concubine , une jeune Ivoirienne qu’il avait connue au lycée , et qui venait d’accoucher d’une fille .

Ces deux frères étaient nés à Bondoukou en pays de savane , au nord du pays où ils avaient hérité du commerce de leur père .

Avec Amale et Walid (qui n’avait que trois ans), nous fréquentions cette famille avec laquelle nous avions noué une belle amitié dès notre arrivée dans cette ville qui se trouvait à plus de 400 km de la capitale, Abidjan .

Les deux frères étaient charmants et fort affables . Et comme notre villa se trouvait à quelques pas de chez eux , nous les retrouvions tous les soirs pour regarder ensemble la télévision qu’ils avaient installée sur la terrasse du premier étage de leur immeuble .

Cette année-là , Walid avait suivi le feuilleton de Sandocan avec un intérêt particulier . Il doit se le rappeler encore aujourd’hui .

Pour les fêtes de fin d’année , Amale et Walid m’avaient devancé à Abidjan en compagnie de Robert et sa petite famille qui s’y rendaient . Comme j’étais resté seul à Bondoukou , j’allais tous les jours déjeuner avec Ragy , le cadet des frères .
Sa compagne, une belle et très gentille Ivoirienne , nous mijotait de bons plats africains .

Un jour , elle nous avait préparé le plat que j’aime particulièrement : un mafetiga. Un plat avec de la viande accompagnée d’une sauce d’arachides pilés , bien pimentée , et du riz . (Tiga digui?)

Pour l’occasion , on avait ouvert une bonne bouteille , un bordeaux millésime que Ragy gardait précieusement dans sa cave . La viande était si bonne que je m’étais resservi deux ou trois fois si ma mémoire est bonne .

Mais à la fin de ce repas pantagruélique , j’avais demandé à Ragy si c’était du lapin que nous avions mangé ? Et là , surprise , il m’annonça avec fierté que c’était un agouti, en d’autres termes , un gros rat des champs , que les Ivoiriens apprécient particulièrement et se le procurent pour les grandes occasions .

Je ne dis pas que j’ai faillis syncopé, mais j’étais fort surpris d’avoir mangé du rat des champs en tout bien tout honneur …
Je ne sais pas aujourd’hui , plus de quarante ans plus tard si les deux frères sont toujours à Bondoukou ?
Cela me ferait tellement plaisir de les revoir un jour .


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