Got into the hotel about an hour ago. The man at the immigration counter was so busy on his cellphone that he didn't even open my passport. When i came out of the airport, I looked in vein to see a familiar face, even though that is silly. It is always good to see a smiling face when you enter a city, don't you think?
Same routine. Same phone call to the housekeeping for an iron. Same balding man with the iron. Things are quiet in the room and the curtains are drawn.
I was reading about Spike Lee's new documentary on New Orleans. I am quite thrilled he tackled the topic that the mainstream "media" (I use the quotation marks deliberately. The abdication of reponsibility by the so-called media in the aftermath was nothing short of criminal) avoided all this while.
I will end with this really evocative poem I read in the plane by Nikki Giovanni that is so simple yet so wonderful.
"I am old and need
to remember
you are young and need
to learn
if I forget the words
will you remember the music
if we meet does it matter
that i took the step toward you
i am old and need to remember
you are young and want to learn
let's dance together
let's dance
together
let's
dance"
Time to rest.
together"
