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In Aboriginal culture the dream and 'the moment of creation, when the gods (in the form of animals) shape the earth and sky. And the dream and 'the door between this world and the afterlife.
The means through this port are music and dance.
tool Aboriginal par excellence 'the didgeridoo, a long branch hollowed out by termites, which are told the stories of creation through imitation of the sounds of nature, animals, wind, the flight of the boomerang. Even the aboriginal dances play a role in the transmission of tradition (the Aboriginal culture, while 40 thousand years old, has never given to the written word its statement).
Before concluding the trip in Australia I had a small taste of this vast repertoire by participating in the Dreaming Festival. Returning for a few days to Laura and her baby sleepless, I syrupy a four-day music and dance, like the good old days. I must say that there 'among other things, a lot of similarity between this festival and our European type Andancas or Saint Chartier or in a sense Island folk. Numerossissimi restaurants and stalls over 'freak or not, a very relaxed atmosphere and a quantity' of proportion of children and infants. Maybe 'cause now they're all fans of folk thrive? The widespread fear and 'that teenagers will rebel once all becoming fascists!
Equally numerous concerts from ten in the morning until two in the morning filled the air with notes and sounds more 'or less traditional, so' as debates, exhibitions and Aboriginal art, film and theater. In short, something for everyone and even more '!
mandatory for all band members, the presence of "natives," meaning for indigenous Australian aborigines not only Maori but also from French Guyana, Burundi, Totonaca from Mexico. A little disappointed to see that most groups have music "already 'known'. Not that they can not, in a sense, the idea was also - as I reported - to show the integration of indigenous cultures and the global culture that permeates the entire globe for the note. Finally a bit
'proposals to find more satisfaction in the' more interesting or 'special: as a group of Australians led by an Indonesian percussion playing religious music themes from Hindu-Muslim Javanese, with a set of 12 drummers, a sax, a trumpet , a didgeridoo and a harmonium. Also peculiar that the enormous Aboriginal sudden simultaneously on guitar and didgeridoo. When he gets on stage, improvising a song her mother (prayers, but - with all due respect - seemed to howl) you reach the peak of contamination. Or a trio of female Maori-Scottish music.
Not that the others were less interesting, in particular as regards texts, often autobiographical and related to the lost generation, a generation of Aborigines taken from their land and entrusted to the Christian missions to carry out an alleged forced integration. But, in short, from a purely musical point of view, rock, blues, funk, hip hop ...
A worthy conclusion, however, the visit to a wonderfully strange country with natural beauty and strong a culture hidden behind the glitz of modernity 'West.
just a few hours flight and reprecipitates in the dream of a world so 'different from ours: Fiji. On the other hand was right there 'in front, as I used to avoid them ...
The impact and 'immediately. The environment, buildings, people. It seems to be back in Malaysia, UAE, Iran, Turkey. For simplicity 'lifestyle, and the relaxation that Australia is at odds with some aspects of the mentality of' Anglo-Saxon (shop opening hours, paranoia alcohol, prohibitions) sees it as something very natural. For the friendliness of the people, who immediately sees you and greets you white: BULA! Where markets are back to being real and its bazaars.
The national drink with which I was received well demonstrates this climate archaic and still open. Kava is not the 'only one (Urgh) vaguely earthy mixture of roots and water. It 's a ritual but rather' which provides for the election of a chief (the guest of honor, I the other night) who decides when and how much you drink. Before receiving the cup (made from half a coconut) it says Bula and clap their hands to cup twice. After the drink (one breath) you argue your hands three times to give thanks. Kava has a slightly narcotic, relaxing, falling asleep and the first 'language, which is necessary in order to stimulate chewing candied peel mango salsa in India (!). I have taught in exchange for the chorus: and drink it drink it drink it ... and he drank it ... E 'liked it and took us to a pleasant evening to the sound of mandolin and ukulele.
Once the first bowl of kava self and other German guests we slings in bed falling immediately into a sleep full of dreams. But then wake up at 4 am ... If this is' a narcotic ...
Tomorrow begins a tour of the islands in search of the famous beach of your dreams. I am undecided between the island of Castaway (Tom Hanks) and the Blue Lagoon by Brooke Shields. I think I lean towards the gondola. Greetings from Venice.
k
And this was after a few days ago ...
Things have changed, but not too much.
I have not decided between the two proposals ... I decided in the meantime to move a bit 'around Viti Levu, the main island, with stops between sand dunes covered with ivy, villages with markets where they sell tapioca, dolu, cassava, eggplant, green mandarin, peppers and - of course - kava, tourist resorts where once were filmed reality show (and I would say that the location is definitely worth ...), swimming on the reef (will not be 'as big as the Australian one but still fascinating), walk under the morning drizzle in the capital Suva.
me I have to dwell a bit '. The atmosphere and 'right to a day of celebration in our town / pause. Half-deserted streets, shuttered, the desperately empty market square, a few coffee 'open, ubiquitous mcdonald spreads a stench of frying. All right and that 'soon (I'm only half-past nine o'clock in the morning) but I think this is the general climate. And 'Sunday and you rest. At best, all set to (among other things, yesterday afternoon I met a prayer in a park, with preacher-like gospel singer and choir).
I do not know 'cause I can think of Portaportese the market in Rome. Or rather, I know why ', and' Sunday morning and them 'you go for shopping!
I am going to a short bus trip to a small pier. From there 'passage by boat to tiny island (say 15 minutes to turn it on foot). What is the island of my dreams? Hunting and 'still open.
k
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