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“Mon Cher Ado“. Part 2

A Kindia , mon cher Ado, les Libanais étaient nombreux à cette époque et la plupart étaient de Beit-Chabeb, et plus précisément de Haret el Tahta  (Haret el Ta7ta), c’est à dire , de notre quartier , celui du bas du village …

Toutes les familles s’y trouvaient : il y avait les Bejjeni dont les Saouma et les Zakka, les Ghossoub dont les Boudalha et les Lwati , les Fakhoury dont les Rezkallah , sans oublier les Saoud , les Sadoumi t compagnie , etc.

A l’heure où j’écris ces quelques lignes , je doute fort qu’il y ait encore quelqu’un de chez nous encore, je le saurai bientôt car j’ai l’intention de m’y rendre dès que possible.


Mon père qui tenait une boulangerie et faisait du transport pensait finir sa vie dans ce pays où il vivait confortablement. Ma mère l’aidait dans son travail et s’occupait de la maison .


Des notre arrivée nous fûmes inscrit à l’école des sœurs qui dirigeaient un établissement à la limite de la ville . Je me suis retrouvé dans une classe, au milieu de quelques dizaines de Guinéens, un autre libanais s’y trouvait : Said Aboudalha. (Said est maintenant Canadien et chasse pour les fourures?)

Des deux années passées dans cette école , je ne me souviens pas avoir appris quelques chose , au contraire, j’ai même oublié le peu de notions que avais eu du mal à retenir au collège des sœurs à Beit-Chabeb.

Mais je me souviens parfaitement bien de la cour de l’école qui était en pente pou que la pluie qui était souvent torrentielle ne finisse par constituer un lac infranchissable avec nos petites jambes de gamins. Et surtout les sœurs avaient planté des manguiers qui avaient atteint plus de vingt mètres de hauteur

Et nous , qui n’avions pas un vrai terrain de jeux , ni foot ni basket , eh bien nous jouions à lancer des cailloux pour faire tomber une mangue, qu’importe qu’elle soit mûre ou bête , le but était de la toucher .

Quelle joie immense nous avions quand nous réussissions notre exploit !!!!
À suivre mon cher Ado, il est l’heure de la promenade en bord de l’océan … (Ma7zouz: vous avez une mer propre et le sable est propre)

 

George’s second essay before starting “Mon cher Ado” series of his souvenirs

Ce matin , mon cher Ado, tout en me prélassant face à l’océan , un souvenir survint dans ma tête .

Ce souvenir me ramena plus de cinquante dans le passé , à l’évoque où nous passions nos étés à Beit-Chabeb , dans notre maison située au bas du village .

Tous les matins nous étions réveillés par la musique que produisait notre voisin, le potier Youssef Gsoub, qui tapotait sur sa glaise pour façonner ses vases et ses jarres avant de les cuire dans son fourneau , tandis que sa femme , bien installée devant son foyer à pain , faisait voltiger sa pâte , préparée la veille , avant de l’étendre sur la plaque de fer courbe (khobez 3al saaj) .

Parfois , nous nous attroupions à côté d’elle pour assister à la scène avec admiration , mais aussi pour déguster le pain chaud produit par ses mains de fée . Plus tard, dans la journée , les copains venaient nous rejoindre pour papoter en essayant de refaire le monde .

Tu dois bien t’en souvenir mon cher Adonis ! 

Adonis Bouhatab replied:

Je me souviens des pains 3al tannour, every Wednesday, early in the morning: ba3da ta3met al ragheef ta7t draasi. Kent enta tjeeb les bananes, 7alaweh, labneh and jebneh?

Quand a papoter, on n’avait rien a papoter: ya akel ya temshayyeh ma3 bezer. We ate peanuts, pois-chiche (jaune, sale’, ou sucre’). Anything to let 7anakna shaghaal. As if we were forced to eat at home.

I remember my folks forced us to stay in bed for siesta time and be totally silent when they dozed off for an hour: they got used to siesta time when working in Africa. Quand pere commencait a se barboter (barbouiller) vigoureusement la figure, c’etait bien temps de deguerpire. 

I remember at my boarding school, we used to run on echasses and attack the wooden legs of one another in order to dismount the opponent. I used to jump 10 steps with them and land safely.

 

Try to take a Nap

Siesta: Try it (March 27, 2009)

In many States, the siesta interval is official and sacred; commercial stores and public offices close from around 1 to 4 p.m. (give or take an hour) before resuming their jobs until eight.

Siesta means to sleep for an hour after lunch and relax in the shade until the heat of the day subsides.

In Africa, South and Central America, and Spain appreciate siesta resting period.

I recall that when my parents, working in Africa, visited us on summers forced siesta on us kids; it was a struggle to makes us just lay in bed. Kids would never feel the need for siesta. The rest of us should start experimenting with a resting period in bed after lunch.

Those that encourage napping for just 15 minutes because more than that it no longer beneficial… well, I don’t trust them; they either never tried a 15 minutes nap or they are trying not to alienate the Anglo-Saxon readers and maintaining their credibility.

A short nap sitting on a chair or a sofa is not what I have in mind. I recall that I had meetings with tenure track professors at 1 p.m. and they kept dozing during the meetings. I comprehended perfectly well their need for siesta but I could never reconcile insisting on scheduling meetings after lunch when they could enjoy a well deserved siesta.

Those who claim that daylight is reserved to working are hypocrites; they forget that since time immemorial the worker in the field used to sit under a large fig tree or grape vines and take well deserved naps under the shade.

Workers used to start before dawn and end their day at sunset, more than 12 hours work but they enjoyed extended breaks at meal times.

Those who regard employees taking naps as lazy workers are hypocrites: they simple want to exercise repressions.

I recall once during secondary school that I had barely a nap for 5 minutes after lunch (we lived at walking distance from school) and I woke up as if I slumbered in for three hours with dreams and all. That was an exception because it never recurred and that is why I can recall it so vividly.

Siesta or enjoying a nap means to lay in bed, having a blanket spread over your head, and closing your eyes and not feeling worried that you might sleep for two hours. How can anyone claim to nap when he is constrained with time and in tight schedule?

When it rains or it feels cold I enjoy a good two hours siesta with dreams; usually, I had started my day before 5:30 a.m. I realized that if I don’t take siesta within 15 minutes from lunch then I cannot sleep: it seems that my brain has recovered from the slumber of the meal and it is crowded with ideas to write down; all that I do is get in bed, cover my head with the blanket and close my eyes for an hour to rest my body; that goes also when I have a bowel movement because I feel too relaxed and good afterward and don’t need to fall asleep, even if I decide otherwise.

If you try a good one hour nap in bed then you find out that you are fresh and ready for productive eight hours of steady work. I blame those who have to succumb to the dictatorship of management for preventing well deserved naps.

I know that the afternoon tasks are the worst in accuracy, productivity, and good will. You have the impression that what the morning produced was the most essential and the remainder of the day work is an official incarceration, like school kids being punished for truancy.

I never trusted the professionalism of those who submit to drive more than 30 minutes to work and return to work immediately after lunch breaks; unless they can afford to rent a studio close to work for well deserved lunch breaks and isolation.

I am amused with all the funds extended to researchers for rediscovering the wheel that lunch naps go a long way to recovering sanity, health, and productivity.

Siesta: Try it (March 27, 2009) In many States, the siesta interval is official and sacred; commercial stores and public offices close from around 1 to 4 p.m. (give or take an hour) before resuming their jobs until eight. Siesta means to sleep for an hour after lunch and relax in the shade until the heat of the day subsides. In Africa, South and Central America, and Spain appreciate siesta resting period. I recall that when my parents, working in Africa, visited us on summers forced siesta on us kids; it was a struggle to makes us just lay in bed. Kids would never feel the need for siesta. The rest of us should start experimenting with a resting period in bed after lunch. Those that encourage napping for just 15 minutes because more than that it no longer beneficial, well I don’t trust them; they either never tried a 15 minutes nap or they are trying not to alienate the Anglo-Saxon readers and maintaining their credibility. A short nap sitting on a chair or a sofa is not what I have in mind. I recall that I had meetings with tenure track professors at 1 p.m. and they kept dozing during the meetings. I comprehended perfectly well their need for siesta but I could never reconcile insisting on scheduling meetings after lunch when they could enjoy a well deserved siesta. Those who claim that daylight is reserved to working are hypocrites; they forget that since time immemorial the worker in the field used to sit under a large fig tree or grape vines and take well deserved naps under the shade. Workers used to start before dawn and end their day at sunset, more than 12 hours work but they enjoyed extended breaks at meal times. Those who regard employees taking naps as lazy workers are hypocrites: they simple want to exercise repressions. I recall once during secondary school that I had barely a nap for 5 minutes after lunch (we lived at walking distance from school) and I woke up as if I slumbered in for three hours with dreams and all. That was an exception because it never recurred and that is why I can recall it so vividly. Siesta or even enjoying a nap means to lay in bed, having a blanket spread over your head, and closing your eyes and not feeling worried that you might sleep for two hours. How can anyone claim to nap when he is constrained with time and in tight schedule? When it rains or it feels cold I enjoy a good two hours siesta with dreams; usually, I had started my day before 5:30 a.m. I realized that if I don’t take siesta within 15 minutes from lunch then I cannot sleep: it seems that my brain has recovered from the slumber of the meal and it is crowded with ideas to write down; all that I do is get in bed, cover my head with the blanket and close my eyes for an hour to rest my body; that goes also when I have a bowel movement because I feel too relaxed and good afterward and don’t need to fall asleep, even if I decide otherwise. If you try a good one hour nap in bed then you find out that you are fresh and ready for productive eight hours of steady work. I blame those who have to succumb to the dictatorship of management for preventing well deserved naps. I know that the afternoon tasks are the worst in accuracy, productivity, and good will. You have the impression that what the morning produced was the most essential and the remainder of the day work is an official incarceration, like school kids being punished for truancy. I never trusted the professionalism of those who submit to drive more than 30 minutes to work and return to work immediately after lunch breaks; unless they can afford to rent a studio close to work for well deserved lunch breaks and isolation. I am amused with all the funds extended to researchers for rediscovering the wheel that lunch naps go a long way to recovering sanity, health, and productivity.


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