Friday, 6 December 2019

Claudio's trip - The Neandertal mattress - VIA COL VIETNAM (10)





According to Annalia the man is not made to sleep on the floor. In fact God, in his infinite goodness, did not give birth in North Vietnam (with the tiny, I recommend). In North Vietnam (but also in many other places in the world) people currently eat on the floor and sleep on the floor at most on a thin layer of fabric (say a futon). For Annalia the mattress is proof of the man’s superiority over the animal. For Annalia as soon as the Neanderthal man got up on two legs he immediately ran to Eminflex to buy a Memory mattress.




For Annalia the man is sapiens not because he developed the brain but because he dedicated special care to the spine. Annalia claims that mattress graphites were found in the altamira caves and designs of Permaflex spring mattresses in the grave of nefertiti. In a nutshell Annalia when there is the futon takes three and puts them one on the other. But she does not sleep the same. Not for the discomfort but for the nervous. And also to ruin the day by trying to create a guilt complex since we sleep like rocks. The houses of the North Vietnamese are very large, wooden, on stilts (but without water below). On the ground floor there is room for scooters, agricultural machinery, stretches of corn, various merchandise. On the first floor, under a roof of palm leaves and bamboo canes, a single large open space where you eat, live, sleep. The most modern houses also have a concrete part with kitchen and bathroom. The maximum privacy at night is ensured by curtains and mosquito nets. No wardrobes, no bedside tables, no tables. Clothes are hung on tight ropes between a bamboo and the other. On the one hand dry clothes and on the other wet clothes that take days to dry due to the humidity. The mosquito nets: we used them but sincerely you could do to me. I have not seen any mosquito, at most some, very few flies. I deduced that it was the mattresses that drew them. Annalia was not convinced by the theory.



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when a man with a scooter meets a man with a truck…- GO WITH VIETNAM (9) - Caludio's trip



in Hanoi there are 9 million inhabitants and 6 million mopeds. The same percentage applies to all of Vietnam. Imagine the traffic. Scooters go all the way, they run the sidewalks, they go backwards, they run the red light, they park in bars and hotel halls, they honk the horn all the time. The scooters are the soundtrack of Hanoi.


The moped is the king of Vietnam, a’improper weapon, a tool that makes invincible, the only way to circulate (you might say) for Hanoi. Some use helmets, others do not. There are also taxi scooters (cramps) that allow you to arrive on time. You can do anything with mopeds. I’ve seen a few scooters with only one passenger, many with two passengers, and also several with three and even four passengers. The scooter is an art, a science, to drive it requires a special skill and in fact a special license is required because that of the car is not enough. Everyone can drive a car. Motorcycle drivers must be able to get out of a traffic jam alive, they must be able to cut through the crowd without killing anyone, they must be able to run you over without hurting you. If a pedestrian is on the same route as a moped, he should know that the moped will not change its course by one degree. When the truck man meets the man on the scooter, the truck man is a dead man. I saw scooters on the passenger’s seat had a pig destined for slaughter. I saw a bricklayer driving with one hand because with the other he carried a ladder (around he had made the void). I saw a moped with a husband, wife and three goats. I saw scooters made invisible under a huge load of parcels (in the city) or palm leaves to build roofs (in the countryside). Buffalo no, buffalo on the scooter I have not seen any. The buffalo of Vietnam are smart. On a scooter they would never get on.


my previous posts with Claudio's trip:

https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-1.html



https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-vietnam-2345.html



https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-go-with-vietnam-6.html



https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-go-with-vietnam-7.html



https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-go-with-vietnam.html

https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/12/claudios-trip-we-danced-ethnic-dances.html




CLAUDIO'S TRIP - we danced ethnic dances - GO WITH VIETNAM (8)








It’s been almost a week since we started touring North Vietnam (I recommend the tiny one). We ate sitting on the ground in positions from kamasutra, we slept on the ground protected by thin tents, we made beautiful walks between the gardens and the paddies observing peasants bent in two with their children on the back, we climbed 150 steps to watch from above, in Quan Ba, le nui do go tien, the famous two big tits of the fairy (which would be two hills in the shape of a breast in the middle of a beautiful valley)We learned from the stories of our guide how to get married in Vietnam and how funerals work, we saw the great symbol of the Khen, the flute used by men to attract girls. We also played dacau, with painful results.




The most exciting evening, so far, has been in the Chi Avenue, in Quang Pinh, where the women of the country have dedicated a series of ethnic dances of the Common House under the serious gaze of a statue of Ho Chi Minh who, next to a red flag with a hammer and sickle (finally!) didn’t seem to approve. The ladies, all dressed elegantly in black and colored belts demanded that we perform too. It was a painful thing. We sang Bella Ciao, Papavere and ducks, In blue painted blue. I performed in a solo by Ha un bavero that was quite successful. Then all together we sang Vietnam Ho Chi Minh. It was when we saw the statue of the great politician and fighter wavering. We also danced, a terrible thing. Thank goodness the six ladies performed in the peasant gestures dance, a sort of Gioca jouer, God forgive me the approach. And then we went back to Hanoi where Annalia got her phone nicked.
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why dreams in novels bore us



Guido vitiello, researcher and essayist

2 December 2019 

Dear bibliopathologist,

when in a novel I find the story of a dream, I jump to even. What a bore those useless digressions that add nothing to the narrative! And when I find that I have devoted time to a dream, because the witty writer only reveals it at the end, I get angry

– Giulia


Dear Julia,

I’ve read the interpretation of Freud’s dreams, bypassing as much as possible the descriptions of patients' dreams. Reckless, right? The fact is, other people’s dreams are boring. But to understand what makes us allergic to the dreams told in the books, we start by asking ourselves why they are so frustrating in so-called real life, when it is a friend who tells them. In the morning it comes to us all radiant, eyes still lost in the hesitant light of the sleeper, as if he had just visited a wonderful country. This is, in fact: he experienced a place truer than the real one, which appeared to him in very vivid colours, and he quivers to put us apart. Yet the moment he begins to describe it is the crossroads from which two disappointments diverge: his, who cannot find the right words and who, in the effort to unravel it, almost loses the thread of the dream within himself; ours, that we expected a fairy tale and gradually we find ourselves faced with an uneven tangle of incongruous words, illogical connections, abstruse images.


What lies between his disappointment and ours? Literature, in fact. That is the art of making vivid for others a vision that has dominated our minds. This is why I am better disposed towards the dreams told in novels than towards the dream materials collected by psychoanalysts.


If life is a dream, we read on Strindberg Island of the Dead, then theatre is the dream of a dream. Literature is the same. But we do not ask writers to tell us the dreams so that they seem like dreams, pushing us even further into the grey skies of abstraction; rather, we expect them to tell us so that they seem true, that’s how that friend couldn’t do it. It will not be an accident if the only exciting dreams we encounter in novels are those who do nothing to resemble the miserable dreamlike debris that we get toghether at awakening, but rather sound like novels in the novel; those dreams, that is, where the literary artifice– the somnium fictum– multiplies the intensity instead of attenuating it. Try comparing the dream of Hans castorp in the Enchanted Mountain, with the hags tearing a child to shreds in a temple, to any exercise in surrealist dreamlike transcription, and you’ll see what I mean.



But here, of course, my tastes speak, indeed my taste. If you want to cultivate your own, and give a second chance to the literary dreams that are so steamy, I suggest you read them as autonomous stories, not as digressions in a larger story. The anthology of Borges Libro di sogni and the ninety-five examples collected by Marco hagge in the appendix to the essay Il sogno e la scrittura (sansoni, 1986) are to my knowledge the best pillows on which to recline the head. Dreams of the gold!




The bibliopathologist answers is a post on cultural perversions. If you want to submit your cases, write to g.vitiello@internazionale.it.




he writes in italian in:
https://www.internazionale.it/bloc-notes/guido-vitiello/2019/12/02/sogni-nei-romanzi