Archive for March 7th, 2019
Clowns Without Borders in the #Balkans and #Bosnia
Day 3 of performances in the #Balkans. In #Bosnia. Only men around.
It was sunny outside but very quiet. The police wanted to look at all of our clown gears, rubber chicken, noisy pigs, hoops, juggling balls, lassos … everything.
We were greeted with formal serious police faces. When we entered the big building, few smiles and laughs erupted but darkness, damp and a smell of rotten souls was covering the place.
In this dark alley, us clowns were the only colorful thing. I was walking and feeling the heaviness of the space despite the smiles around. In no time we gathered a group of 500 men and a handful of kids and women.
We kept performing for an hour and a half. The longest show so far. Every time we were about to end the show, a feeling inside told us we should keep going.
These men were caught in forests and sent to this place despite their will. It was only fair to share more and to offer a bit of joy. Two Syrians afterwards told me that they were actually kidnapped in Kosovo and have been in that place for the past 9 months.
One guy on a wheelchair had rotten feet ( can’t take this image out of my head). Images of misery on all sides. But we were there, Hassan too, an Iranian guitar player joined and played some songs, audience participation made a big positive difference.
We left with heavy hearts, but also with a bit of joy of being able to share some laughs and joy and a small hope that spring is arriving and maybe just maybe some of those will eventually make it and reach the dream land, away from war and oppression.
Thankfully I am with David Lichtenstein who was unstoppable today and Dustin J Allen who kept going despite his injury from that big fall on the ground.
On the way out, a girl was so happy to see me. She said : “ heyyy I know u 🙂 we met in Greece last year”.
Maybe next I’ll meet her in her dream land and hopefully she will still recognize me.
Clowns Without Borders USA
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Photo by: Jeroen Wils

Mon cher Ado. Part 112
Posted by: adonis49 on: March 7, 2019
Mon cher Ado. Part 112
Hier , j’ai lu un article de Roland Poupon où il raconte son amour du Liban . Ayant débarque au pays du Cèdre au début des années 70, à l’âge de vingt-deux ans , il s’y est attaché , comme on s’y attache à une femme , saisi par un coup de foudre , et dès lors , il ne l’a plus quitté des yeux .
Il semble qu’aujourd’hui encore , plus de cinquante ans plus tard , il continue à apprécier la vie au Liban , où rien ne va plus . Ayant fait le chemin inverse, car j’ai quitté mon pays dans les années soixante-dix , j’ai du mal aujourd’hui à retourner , car il faut dire que la vie au Liban devient de plus en plus décevante .
Les relations humaines se détériorent de jour en jour , Les problèmes économiques s’accumulent , particulièrement pour les démunis qui ne font qu’augmenter , les rendant bien handicapés à pouvoir affronter la vie .
Les problèmes les entourent de partout , pour ne citer que les problèmes d’eau et d’électricité , et tout cela sous la merci d’une bande de criminels qui règnent depuis plus de cinquante ans , qui les tiennent au cou , qui les sucent jusqu’à la moelle sans que personne ne réagissent , mieux que ça , car ceux qui arrivent à tirer leur épingles du jeu. , les applaudissent en étant complices de ces truands .
Et pendant ce temps là , monsieur Poupon nous ronronne qu’il fait bon vivre au Liban par un discours des plus soporifique , qui soit ? Et dire qu’il se trouvent des hommes et surtout des femmes qui l’applaudissent .
Il faut que j’arrête de fulminer contre tous ceux qui assassine ce pays où j’ai passé mes plus belles années et qui aujourd’hui est en train de pourrir sous les regards indifférents de cette horde de mécréants .
Note: Funny, the translated version stated Roland baby