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Wednesday 14 December 2016
Tuesday 14 June 2016
En route to Gaza
There are not more fences than barbed wire on the
way into Gaza.
In the gray rain of a dirty early morning, the city looks like a huge swamp of
spilled garbage, walls stained with red spurs of hatred, crumbling houses and
viscous streets where kids wade through mud crisscrossed with tire tracks.
Desolation.
Iron curtain lowered.
Gray minarets and rats dead along the road with a few women in black, wearing a long white haik, carrying their packages on their
heads, glowing eyes leaking through their thin triangle of vision.
Thursday 5 May 2016
The spectacular African landscape
The photo was taken by the
author on his adventure in Cameroon working as a safari guide...
Rhumsiki is a village in the Far North Province of
Cameroon. Rhumsiki is located in the Mandara Mountains 55 km from Mokolo and 3
km from the border with Nigeria.
You may find a copy of the book in English (Amazon or iBooks) or in French (Amazon or iBooks). The book is currently being translated into Russian as well for our Russian readers. Enjoy the marvellous adventure of a young man and imagine yourself in the faraway lands!
Get in touch should you wish to submit a review at alain.dizerens.publish@gmail.com
Sunday 1 May 2016
The hut where the author lived when in Kobro...
Each structure is rectangular and whitewashed (a luxury considering that the next village did not give a damn), there is a bed, a sink, a table and a chair. Totally naked, a single candle gives hope to an otherwise ancient dwelling. Everything was made in a rush, to wobble and to break unexpectedly. A great reign of makeshift resourcefulness in the middle of nowhere. It all degrades over time and as the first tourist enters his house, he receives a bump on the head from a curtain rod.
Friday 22 April 2016
Passage from the text... in Cameroon!
For the price of the tour, we are treated to folk
dances where every beauty of the village, a small gourd filled with seeds
attached to the ankle, turn around and throw shrilling yells into the air while
uncaring warriors play the drums or flute. But the tribe is so tired of this
kind of tourist event that they hide their boredom difficultly while moving
about without any conviction. After paying another gift to the Chief, the girls
reboot like clockwork, quivering their rumps, shaking their bare chests for the
hunters...
Thursday 7 April 2016
Passage from the text...
In Cameroon...
The wild animal reserve of Waza is a massive one hundred and seventy thousand hectares, according to the brochure! And it is at night that we must cross it…
“Prohibited after nightfall,” the guards warn me at the entrance. No problem, I mention the name of the guide I work for and I give them a bribe and they allow me to pass.
Without tracker and map, this is madness.
I have to play it cool so as not to scare my clients too.
In the moonlight, between bush and sand, I penetrate this reserve for the first time, expecting to meet lions, elephants, panthers, antelopes, cranes, lyre, marabous and snakes.
The wild animal reserve of Waza is a massive one hundred and seventy thousand hectares, according to the brochure! And it is at night that we must cross it…
“Prohibited after nightfall,” the guards warn me at the entrance. No problem, I mention the name of the guide I work for and I give them a bribe and they allow me to pass.
Without tracker and map, this is madness.
I have to play it cool so as not to scare my clients too.
In the moonlight, between bush and sand, I penetrate this reserve for the first time, expecting to meet lions, elephants, panthers, antelopes, cranes, lyre, marabous and snakes.
Friday 11 March 2016
What people say about the book...
Narrative that immerses us in many countries thanks to the many odd jobs of the author. We realize, especially in relation to Israel, that he predicts - 41 years ago already - that the conflict with the Palestinians is there to last. The variety of his little jobs and their execution, as comical as it is full of suspense, keeps us captivated from one moment to another throughout the entire book.
Michéle
Tuesday 8 March 2016
Passage from the text - working at a dispensary in Vietnam...
I am still digging a plasma red earth at the bottom
of a trench.
In the blink of an eye, a violent explosion sends me out of my hole.
Guided by a light aircraft, two American aerial fighters take turns to plunge upon their targets with baffling speed and precision before swooshing back up.
In a distance, black smoke is soaring while the comings and goings continue in a dizzying swirl of fuselage sparkling in the sun, slashing the space with long white gashes.
Within a few minutes the attack is over.
In the blink of an eye, a violent explosion sends me out of my hole.
Guided by a light aircraft, two American aerial fighters take turns to plunge upon their targets with baffling speed and precision before swooshing back up.
In a distance, black smoke is soaring while the comings and goings continue in a dizzying swirl of fuselage sparkling in the sun, slashing the space with long white gashes.
Within a few minutes the attack is over.
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