Sunday, December 31

Happy 2007 !!


We had a very quiet new year's eve. We had nothing planned, and the girls stayed with their cousins for the night at my mother in law so in the end, we decided to go for a walk. We strolled down the old part of town, where I used to live when I was single. Most restaurants were closed, even Le Bistrot, our favourite spot when we were dating. It's a very nice restaurant, halfway up these stairs:


As you can see, the streets were empty!
In the end, we went to a Japanese restaurant. We had some wine,
salad, Okonomiyaki (the round thing), Karai Sake Maki (salmon sushi), another "maki sushi" (can't remember which) and ice cream with chocolate.




Saturday, December 30

Silly toys



I bought this "baby bouncer" or whatever it's called, when Alicia was only a baby. It never worked with her, never liked it. Cristina seemed to like it a bit more, but wasn't so thrilled either. You have all sorts of toys and artifacts for kids, and so many of them are just useless and silly. I recorded this with my camera when she was only 4 months. The sound didn't work, but since she didn't talk yet, it's ok :-)

Thursday, December 28

My life in the United States

One of the greatest experiences of my life was studying in the United States as an exchange student. Not only because I had the chance to learn English, but because I experienced living as a foreign person, and that’s a humbling and enriching experience in many ways. My host family was/is really nice and we still keep in touch. Actually, they’ve visited my family in Spain twice alredy, and hope they’ll be coming in years to come. I was only 17 then, in my senior year in high school, in San Francisco. I was very very shy then and mostly, I kept to myself. Most of the Americans I met were nice, friendly and open. I have to say, though, that my classmate’s knowledge of the world in general was quite poor. Being from Spain, I belonged to a big Hispanic sort of Disneyland where we all eat burritos all day. And I’m not kidding. Everyone seemed to assume I had been to Acapulco, knew someone in Buenos Aires, and my last name should be Gonzalez. Even my host family prepared a spicy meal the first day I was in SF, since they thought I was used to eating burritos and tacos. I wasn’t, in fact I had never had Mexican food before, and I had a hard time pretending I liked it. Among the nice things I “discovered” while living there were:

In the food category:
1-Pancakes and Maple syrup (those huge breakfasts! My whole family would eat with a single American breakfast!)
2-Chocolate fudge cake
3-Ketchup (it has become more popular in Spain over the years)
4-Kimchi (my host family had 3 adopted korean children)
5-Burritos

In the social/cultural category:
1-People in general are more open. I think Catalan society and probably much of Spanish society is not so used to foreign people.
2-They really do research/investigation. The best doctors in Spain seem to end up there.
3-Hollywood. And I don’t mean teenage movies. If cinema was a Lumiere invention, it was actually developed in the United States as a form of entertainment and ART. Some of the best first directors were European but ended working there (Ernst Lubitsch, Joseph Manckievich...) So THANK YOU!
4-Rock and roll.
5-My husband insists that I should add
Dream Theater.
6-Since he added his group, I'll add his most hated movie director: Woody Allen. (He thinks he's overrated)

In the political field:
1-Marshall Plan. Europe was rebuilt after WWII and actually, the war was won thanks to the US. (Sorry about Hiroshima and Nagasaki, though)
2-The first constitution (1776?? Sorry James, I forgot the year)
3-Individual freedom. Michael Moore can actually make a movie like Bowling for Columbine and everything's fine. He even won an Oscar!

The not so nice things:
1-George Bush.
2-George Bush senior
3-Did I mention George Bush?
4-Excessive foreign intervention.
5-Many people seem to think the US is the only free country on earth and the best by all means. To these type of people (I've known some) the world outside the US can be dark and sinister, jammed with dangers, potential terrorists and people chanting death to America. My advice would be, don't be so afraid, TRAVEL. You probably run a higher risk in the US with so many uncontrolled guns than in any other country.
6-If you are jobless, you don't have access to proper health/medical care. Health and education should not be linked to money!

7-McDonalds.
8-All the dictators planted in Latin America.
9-American football. (Sorry)

Anyway, I love the US! (just change your president, please)

Waiting for the wise men

Yes, on January 6th the Three Wise Men will visit our home, and leave all sorts of presents for the girls (one for me would be nice, too). They visit every year, since it's a major festivity all over Spain and in some Latin American countries. The kids behave their very best, because they know the Wise Men see everything!... In Spain this visit is carefully planned. The "kings" as they are known to children, parade on the streets with their servants and all kinds of stuff on the 5th, before dinner. It looks real and they are so impressed!! Sometimes one of their servants (pages would be the right word in English?) visits before the 6th of january to pick the letters the kids have written with their "list" of gifts. The little ones are usually quite scared. I don't blame them. Some are really sophisticated looking but others look quite ...odd. Like this one:



I don't know about you, but I wouldn't sit on his lap. My almost 2 year old didn't like him either! He actually visited her nursery school!. He is what we call the "white king". The second is the "not so white king". Kind of Arab looking. And the third one is the "black king". When I was little there was no immigration from Africa, and since black people were an oddity where I live, the black king actually had his face "painted" and looked really black. They didn't bother with brown paint! Here's the "not so white" king (we call it ros, in Catalan) parading on the streets of Barcelona, with journalists and stuff. You see how real this gets!



PD: I did some research. Jesus wasn't born on December 25th, or January 6th. We don't know, do we? And the Bible only talks about some "magu" (wise men) visiting Jesus, but we don't know if they were three or five, or twelve. So the Church actually mixed pagan winter festivities with religion to make it a big festivity!

PD 2: Feel free to correct my English! I post fast and don't have that much time!

Monday, December 25


Merry Christmas!! Bon Nadal!!! Feliz Navidad!!!...............

Tuesday, December 19

Lessons from a 4 year old...

We were late for school. One of the two elevators in the building wasn’t working. I cursed: Collons!!!
Later, A said from the backseat: “Mom, why did you say Collons
Nuri: “I was angry. I know I shouldn’t…”
A: “Next time, just say: this elevator is not working, let’s try the other one…”

Saturday, December 16

She


It looks idyllic, don’t you think?. It’s a nice place. A nice house, with a big garden, an orchard and a tiny tiny farm. It’s where my in-laws live, and we visit every Saturday. Physically, it’s such a nice place. But…it’s not really relaxing. My in-laws, and especially Marshal woman, believe in hard work, cleaning, and nothing else. And their home is the NO house. There’s so many things on the NOT to do list that it makes it hard to have a nice time, and sometimes it looks more like a museum. Kids and adults are to follow the same rules there. NO hands on walls (they’re white and your dirty fingers would spoil them); NO hands on doors (fingerprints); NO eating outside the dining room (bread crumbs are terrifying); NO leaving the table until everyone has finished everything on the plate. NO touching the heating system. Their thermostat reads 14 degrees celsius (57.2 fahrenheit). If it’s colder than that, it will turn on. If not… well, you freeze. Of course, everyone knows that and we all dress accordingly on Saturday. My sister in law told me once that when she was still in school and was studying at home, if she complained that she was too cold to turn the pages of her book her mom would say: “put your gloves on”. Great. Today I just discovered another NO. We were in the living room and it was quite sunny so I drew the curtains.
Enter Marshal woman: “Who drew the curtains?”
Nuri: “I did…”
Marshal woman: “Ok, if it’s just for today…”
I guess I looked puzzled so she added her logical explanation: “the sun might discolour them”. Great.
Another side to her personality. She’s so stingy sometimes it makes me angry. And it’s not that they don’t have money. With Christmas approaching, she asked me what the girls might like. She made it clear she doesn’t plan to waste more than half an hour shopping, you see, buying toys it’s not in her “pleasant things to do” list.
Nuri: “Well, if you want, I alredy bought a game of playdoh for A, it’s wrapped and you wouldn’t have to go anywhere”.
Marshal woman: “Perfect. Tell me the price and I’ll give you the money”.
Nuri: “It was a bit expensive, about 40 euros” (I know her, I was preparing her for the shock)
Marshal woman: “errr…. And what about puzzles, does A like puzzles?”

Another bit of conversation, this time with my husband:
She: “L, is there anything you need for Christmas?”
Him: “Well, a pair of trousers would be good
She: “No, not that”.
Him: “Ok then, I also need a pair of shoes
She: “No, not that.”

Later I asked him, “so what did you agree on?” And he said: “Nothing. I guess I’ll get another pajama.”

She’s a teacher, and her profession has permeated her personality so much I think she feels all of us are in her school. The kids are either afraid or hypnotised. Today my 2 year old had lunch with us (she usually eats sooner and has her nap) so Marshal woman had a chance to teach her too. “C, not with your fingers, use your fork to eat those macaroni!” C looked at her, she had one macaroni on her left hand and the fork on her right, and she actually left it on the plate and used her fork, with her eyes fixed on grandma. She doesn’t dare disobey her…. Yet. Nor do we.

Tuesday, December 12


Àvia i néta... Nadal 2005
(my mother and my little daughter, last Christmas)

Thursday, December 7

Traditions: the Tió


Here’s a picture of me (on the right), my brother and sister when we were kids, celebrating a tradicional festivity, the Tió. I have no idea how this translates.
The Tió is celebrated on Christmas Eve and it dates back centuries ago (I know that’s not very accurate, but I’m no historian). After dinner, kids gather close to the fire, where we place the Tió, which is a humanized Log. Like this pic:


He’s usually covered with a blanked so that he doesn’t get a cold, but the real use of the blanket is to hide the presents. Kids are sent to another room to recite Christmas verses, because that’s what the Tió likes. Then they go back and hit (yes hit) the Tió with sticks chanting “caga tió, caga turró, si no en tens més, caga diners”. Now, the translation will not be very nice because the Tió is supposed to “shit” the presents. Quite scatological, yes. I hope I don’t offend some sensibilities here. Then they remove the blanket and Oh SURPRISE, there’s presents. This ceremony is repeated again and again until the presents run out. We call it “Caga Tió” (making the Tió shit). Mmm. Definately not classy, but the kids love it.

Tuesday, November 28

PMS Survival Guide

A must for all men out there!

Sunday, November 26

The Gandhi Tantrum












Whenever this 22 month old cutie above doesn’t agree with MY rules she just drops to the ground and sits or lies there. Apparently, waiting for me to change my mind. No fuss, no shouting. She just sits there. And I have to drag her. I call it the Gandhi Tantrum. Non cooperation is the strongest form of protest, I’m sure. It must be exhausting to fight someone who isn’t even willing to fight, to begin with. I know, trust me. At times, I’ve felt like those British in India. You have to COME HERE!. Nothing. She’s not interested so She waits. Patiently. Until my little empire falls apart and she can build her little Republic.

Saturday, November 25

It's MINE!!

My 4 year old went to some theater yesterday with her class at school and watched a play called “It’s mine”. The plot: Two brothers/sisters who refuse to share toys and fight all the time. PURE FICTION, as you can see. In the end, they all learn to share. At home, I realized the message had not sunk in.
So strange. We have this obsession with telling kids how important it is to share whatever they have, but as adults, we find it almost impossible. We like to stick to OUR things. We pretend we like to share.

-“Can I borrow that book?”
-“Sure!” (just make sure you give it back to me soon...)
-“You were not planning to read it right now?”
-“Oh, no, I have plenty of books to read...!” (actually, now that you have it, I’m finding it more and more interesting)

Now that I think of it, my father is this type of man. He seems to find the most interesting side to something WHEN you get your hands on it. Until then, that precious object could just be collecting dust, but now that you have it in your hands and start showing interest, it suddenly becomes precious. Childs act like that too (sorry, dad).
Child 1 has a ball. Nobody pays attention. He drops it.
Child 1 has a ball. Child 2 looks interested. He’ll never let go.
I guess the bottomline is: what’s the point of having something nobody wants? It’s probably not that good, right? But if YOU want it, it MUST be interesting.

Friday, November 24

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Thursday, November 23

Today I only feel like shouting, so with all due respect...


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, November 21

Forgetful mom


My mother is quite a forgetful woman (And I think I may have inherited that). Three years ago She gave me this ring for my birthday. Nice, very nice. Gold, with my name on it. Thank you mom. Now, two years ago she gave me the exact same ring.

-Err... mom??
-What? Don't you like it?
-Yes, yes... sure... it's nice...
-So??
-Nothing, last year was also nice!


Also, not long ago, She gave me this bracelet with my age on it. She was quite enthusiastic: "I thought we could add a number each year, it would look so nice, don't you think?"

NO, I DON'T THINK SO. Mom, once you get to 30, you don't want to be reminded each year how old you are. And, people would know just looking at my wrist!!!!: "Hey, Nuri, you have more rings on your bracelet every year, must be getting old!!"

No, thanks. Really.

PD: Have you ever flirted with the "Delete this blog" button?

Monday, November 13

Cultural alliance anyone?

Is there hope in iniciatives such as this?
When Spain's prime minister, Zapatero, called for this cultural alliance, two years ago,
he was labelled all sort of things. Pacifist doesn't seem to be a nice word. He was nicknamed "Bambi" by his detractors. The idea behind this is that our enemy is not Islam, it's unresolved conflicts and western endless intervention in the Middle East.
Do you think it's naive?

Tuesday, November 7

Hero of Islam?


These women, at a demonstration in Pakistan, are holding this sign that reads "Saddam, hero of Islam". Can anyone tell me why Saddam might be considered a hero of Islam, please?

Is this a sign?


Two days ago I was driving and when I stopped at a traffic light, this bird perched at my rearview mirror. It kept trying to get in the car, and eventually flew away when the light was green and I drove away. Yesterday exactly the same thing happened. The same bird, or a close relative. And it's not that there's a lot of those birds around, in fact, I had never seen one of those, and I use that road quite often. If I believed in reincarnation, I'd think my grandmother or my aunt are trying to tell me something!

Saturday, November 4

Planes and kids


Travelling with a 4 year old who is on a plane for the first time in her life might not be the best idea if you’re afraid of flying.

-Can I roll down the window? (Don’t even try!)
-Why are the clouds beneath us?
-Why did the plane stop? (We’re still flying sweetheart, if the plane stopped we’d be marmalade)
-What’s this man doing, why is he crawling on the floor? (watching safety instructions)… er…this means you’re not supposed to crawl on the floor.
-Will we go down this slide? (safety instructions again)… I hope not…
-Why are people clapping? (when landed)… they're glad we didn't crash!!!!

Saturday, October 28

Being a politician can be tough..

One of the Catalan candidates to elections, Mr X, went to a neighborhood in the outskirts of a big Catalan city.
So this man, who is expecting at least his family to vote for him, didn't have a sweet day. He represents the type of party who is in favor of restricting immigration 100% and is not a big fan of social security and such "help" from government. I think the American model would be more what he has in mind (no job, no health insurance, right?) Anyway. In these neighborhood mostly gipsies aproached him. Complaining that since there's a lot of Moroccans and Romanians and Pakistanis, they're not getting as much money from the government as they used too.
Interesting.
I think the gipsies are one of the ethnics groups who have more trouble integrating into any society. Oh, and aside from listening to the gipsies complain that they're not the poorest anymore, a kid actually demanded Mr X that next time, he should bring along Ronaldinho to their neighborhood. You know, so that Mr X's visit is not so boring. Poor Mr X

Thursday, October 26

About details

My husband took daughter 1 (4 years old) for a walk. They went near the cemetery. She asked: "what's this?"
Him: er... it's... a warehouse.
(silence)
She: It's big, who owns it?
Him:... the Town hall. Everybody owns it a little.
No more questions were asked.
...........................
Me: you told her it's a warehouse???
Him: I didn't lie! I just omitted a little detail!

Yeah... they store dead people. A little detail.

Tuesday, October 24

Elections in Catalonia

There’s parliamentary elections in Catalonia next week. I had no idea that there was a group called Alternativa Española but I just saw their “ad” on TV. And well, it’s one of those that want to make you want to be afraid of almost everything. The world is a chaos and worse! Muslims are taking over Europe!.
There’s a law against racist/xenofobic parties, they are plain illegal but this one seems to have sneaked in. The former government had no problem in making Batasuna illegal because they did not condemn violence. Does anybody care about groups like this? If you’d like to see their ad, this is their web, scroll down and click where it says “visionar video electoral”. It’s in Spanish, but you’ll understand the message... Spain is breaking (Catalans are to blame but they omit this part in their Catalan campaign, otherwise they’d get next to 0 votes), too many immigrants, too many muslims... Their web page is called 12deoctubre, in a tribute to the “discovery” of America. And their poster (scroll down a bit more) portrays a blonde kid with the Spanish flag on his cheeks, and one of Columbus’ ships in the back. I wonder what good did Spaniards do to America?

Monday, October 23

Surprise!

I was hoping my little daughter would start speaking in sentences one of these days, but I was not prepared for her first sentence. It was:

"LONG LIVE BARBIE!"

Can you believe it? I hate the damned doll!

Friday, October 20

My movies: Ninotchka...


I love the dialogues in this old comedy. Greta Garbo is the leading actress in this movie by Ernst Lubitsch. She plays a very serious Russian Soviet sent to Paris to bring back three comrades who have succumbed to the Western World's delights.
Here are some quotes and dialogues, some between her and an American (Leon) who she seems to despise but secretly fins attractive:

Ninotchka: We don't have men like you in my country.
Leon: Thank you.
Ninotchka: That is why I believe in the future of my country

Ninotchka: Why do you want to carry my bags?
Porter: That is my business.
Ninotchka: That's no business. That's social injustice.
Porter: That depends on the tip.

Ninotchka: What have you done for mankind?
Leon: Not so much for mankind... for womankind, my record isn't quite so bleak.

Leon: I'll picket your whole country! I'll boycott you! No more vodka! No more caviar! No more Tchaikovsky! No more borscht!

Comissar Razinin: This anonymous report was sent to me. They're dragging the good name of our country through every cafe and nightclub. Here: How can the Bolshevik cause gain respect among the Muslims if your three representatives Bujlianoff, Iranoff and Kopalski get so drunk that they throw a carpet out of their hotel window and complain to the management that it didn't fly?

Russian Visa Official: Everything is in order. Enjoy your trip to Russia, Madam.
English Lady Getting Visa: Thank you. Oh, by the way, I've heard so many rumors about laundry conditions in Russia. Is it advisable to take one's own towels?
Russian Visa Official: Certainly not, Madam! That is only Capitalistic propaganda. We change the towel once a week.

Ninotchka: The last mass trials were a great success. There are going to be fewer but better Russians.

PMS and Metamorphosis


When I have PMS, I feel I might be the leading actress in the movie "Species". You see, I feel compelled to eat, I crave chocolate and sweets. Thank God it's only a few days. But I wonder if, one day, I'll end up wrapped in a coccoon waiting for a big metamorphosis, just like the girl in Species.
I have to say, though, I don't look like her (sigh) I'm not an alien, either.

Thursday, October 19

Stupid traditions (part II)?

In some parts of Spain, there's a celebration called Moors and Christians that commemorates the battles between muslims and christians when Spain was under Islamic domain. It's just a festivity, and a very beautifully recreated one, but some have felt intimidated because some muslims felt it is offensive, and an imam in Malaga asked for this festival to be abolished. The funny thing is that the imam who asked for that is Felix Herrero, a christian convert. I have mixed feelings about this, but this festivity is not meant to denigrate muslims, even though the term "moor" is not.... nice. I must say that the organizers of this festivity actually censored some parts of this holiday, without anybody asking them to do so, because they realised it could really be offensive. That's the case of "the Mahoma" in which, in some cases, a toy doll representing the prophet was burned.
Another curious thing is that actually many muslims (born muslims, not converts) have spoken in favor of this festival, and say that if we keep "deleting" things in order not to offend muslims, Islam will still be associated with little tolerance.
Another curious fact: more people want to join the muslim army than the christian one. "To fight under the moorish flag is a source of pride", says Fernando, one of the "fighters" and also organiser. To him, and many others, this festival is exalting arab culture, and all the good they brought to Spain.
Here's two pictures. The one on top is a muslim army. The second one is christian. Who do you think looks more fierce? What do you think, should festivities like these disappear?



Tuesday, October 17

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It's on slate, by Ann Telnaes

Sunday, October 15

More magic realism...












This time it's from Mexican director Guillermo del Toro. I just saw his new fim, El laberinto del fauno (Pan's Labyrinth) and loved it. I was close to tears at the end of the movie. How can the post-civil war in Spain be mixed with such fantasy? Just leave it up to this fantastic Mexican storyteller...

Friday, October 13

Stupid traditions (part I)

Bullfighting



In most of Spain, it's still the damned national FIESTA, and it must be on TV (the state controlled channels, not the private ones) once in a while. So part of my tax money goes to this stupid fiesta in which a bull is being tortured and killed while a crowd of people watch and cheer the torero. There used to be bullfighting in my hometown and it was mostly attended by tourists. It's closed now. I'm so glad. Some will say it's art, and I'm sure there's many artistic ways to kill, but to me, it still means enjoying while you see an animal being tortured to death. Sick. You cannot perpetuate anything in the name of tradition. Traditions are not sacred. Some just have to disappear. Do you know of another silly tradition that should belong to the past?

Friday, October 6

One hundred years of solitude

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. At that time Macondo was a vil of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point….”

From Cien años de Soledad (one hundred years of solitude) one of my favorite books...

Thursday, October 5

I'm not anonymous anymore!



According to my four year old daughter, I'm the third from the left. If you happen to see me on the street, please say hi. She's the first one on the right. Her hair is so much nicer, I know.

Wednesday, October 4

Converses de nit

Ella: Saps que hi ha bolets que es dicen rovelló?
Jo: Qui t’ho ha dit?
Ella: L’Esther. I uns que es diuen cames de rata.
Jo: Si? (cara de sorpresa)
Ella: Sí, perquè s’hi assemblen. I saps com es diuen els bolets dolents?
Jo: No, com es diuen?
Ella: Doncs…. Es diuen…. (no se’n recorda) es diuen… bolets que no són bons. No! Es diuen bolets “pordus”.
Jo: Pordus?
Ella: Sí. P O R D U S, i n’hi ha uns que es diuen trompeta. I uns altres que es diuen trompeta borda.

Moors and Christians

When I was little, we used to play a game called "Moors and christians". We really knew nothing about history, but it was fun. There's two teams with an equal number of kids and someone in the middle (leader) with a piece of cloth (there's some distance between both teams.
Each player of each team has a number from 1 to the number of players in the team. The leader places him/herself in the central line, between the two groups and shouts a number from one to the maximum is the number of total players in a team).The person of each team who has that number runs and try to catch the handkerchief, and run back to his/her team. If he succeeds, the one who failed is "converted" and his/her number is supposed to be for another player of his team. It was really fun. I tried to draw the game:



But it looks more like Martians against Plutonians...

Tuesday, October 3

Sabates noves


La baba, que sempre et mima, et va regalar aquestes sabatetes de la Blancaneus, i no te les vas treure de sobre en tot el dia. I la teva germana també les volia, i anava assenyalant amb el dit "anita, anita" (sirenita, sirenita). Es confon, per ella, totes les princeses són una.
Una altra cosa que m'agrada molt és estirar-me al llit amb tu a la nit fins que t'adorms (encara que de vegades em faig pregar). I sempre tenim les converses més interessants.
A-On dormen els tigres?
M-A la selva
A-Però no tenen sac?

New hijab?

Friday, September 22

The Pope and Islam

Tariq Ramadan wrote a very interesting articleabout Ratzinger's words. Many claim that Europe's Christian roots are being forgotten. I'd say Europe's progress was achieved not thanks to the Church, but in spite of the church. Here's the article:


The Pope and Islam : The True Debate
Thursday 21 September 2006, by Tariq Ramadan Printable version
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A few sentences spoken by Pope Benedict XVI were sufficient to touch off a fire-storm of impassioned reaction. Throughout the Muslim world, religious leaders, presidents, politicians and intellectuals joined their voices to protesting masses angered by a perceived “insult” to their faith. Most did not read the Pope’s speech; others had relied on a sketchy summary according to which the Pope had linked Islam and violence. But all railed against what they saw as an “intolerable offence.”

Whatever the judgements of these scholars and intellectuals, one would have hoped that they adopt a more reasoned approach in their critical remarks, for two reasons. First, the unquestionable sincere love and reverence Muslims have for Prophet Muhammad notwithstanding, we are well aware how certain groups or governments manipulate crises of this kind as a safety valve for both their restive populations and their own political agenda. When the people are deprived of their basic rights and of their freedom of expression, it costs nothing to allow them to vent their anger over Danish cartoons or the words of the Pontiff. Secondly, what we are witnessing is, in fact, mass protest characterized primarily by uncontrollable outpouring of emotion which in the process ends up providing a living proof that Muslims cannot engage in reasonable debate and that verbal aggression and violence are more the rule than the exception. Muslim intellectuals bear the primary responsibility of not lending credibility to this counter-productive game.

Some, arguing that the Pope had offended Muslims, demanded a personal apology. Benedict XVI offered his regrets, but the polemic has not abated. There is ample reason to be startled by an obscure 14th Century quote attributed to the Byzantine Emperor Manuel II Palaiologos critical of the “malevolent works” of the Prophet of Islam. Indeed, the Pope’s choice of examples in his attempt to take up the relationship between violence and Islam does raise questions, if not eyebrows. Equally surprising was his reference to the Zahiri erudite Ibn Hazm (a respected figure but whose school of thought is marginal) to raise the issue of Islam and rationality. Perhaps the whole exercize was rather elliptical, lacking in clarity, superficial and even a bit clumsy, but was it an insult for which formal apology should be demanded? Is it either wise or just for Muslims to take offense at the content of the quote-simply because the Pope chose it-while ignoring daily questions they faced for the past five years on the meaning of “jihad” and the use of force? Pope Benedict XVI is a man of his times, and the questions he asks of Muslims are those of the day: questions that can and must be answered clearly, with solid arguments. To start with, we must not accept that “jihad” be translated as “holy war.” Our priority should be to explain the principles of legitimate resistance and of Islamic ethics in conflict situations, not to encourage people to protest violently against the accusation that they believe in a violent religion.

Perhaps the most troubling aspect of the crisis is that the real debate launched by Benedict XVI seems to have eluded most commentators, and particularly Muslim commentators. In his academic address, he develops a dual thesis, accompanied by two messages. He reminds those rationalist secularists who would like to rid the Enlightenment of its references to Christianity that these references are an integral component of European identity; it will be impossible for them to engage in inter-faith dialogue if they cannot accept the Christian underpinnings of their own identity (whether they are believers or not). Then, in taking up the question of faith and reason, and in emphasizing the privileged relationship between the Greek rationalist tradition and the Christian religion, the Pope attempts to set out a European identity that would be Christian by faith and Greek by philosophical reason. Islam, which has apparently has no such relationship with reason, would thus be foreign to the European identity that has been built atop this heritage. Few years ago, the then-Cardinal Ratzinger set forth his opposition to the integration of Turkey into Europe on similar basis. Muslim Turkey never was and never will be able to claim an authentically European culture. It is another thing; it is the Other.

These are the messages that cry out for an answer, far more than talk of jihad. Pope Benedict XVI is a brilliant theologian who is attempting to set down the principles and the framework of a debate on the past, present and future identity of Europe. This profoundly European Pope is inviting the peoples of the continent to become aware of the central inescapable Christian character of their identity which they risk to loose. The message may be a legitimate one in these times of identity crisis, but it is deeply troubling and potentially dangerous in its double reductionism in the historical approach, and in the definition of European identity.

This is what Muslims must, above all, respond to; they must challenge a reading of the history of European thought from which the role of Muslim rationalism is erased, in which the Arabo-Muslim contribution would be reduced to mere translation of the great works of Greece and Rome. The selective memory that so easily “forgets” the decisive contributions of “rationalist” Muslim thinkers like al-Farabi (10th c.), Avicenna (11th c.), Averroes (12th c.), al-Ghazali (12th c.), Ash-Shatibi (13th c.) and Ibn Khaldun (14th c.) is reconstructing a Europe that is not only a deception, but practices self-deception about its own past. If they are to reappropriate their heritage, Muslims must demonstrate, in a manner that is both reasonable and free of emotional reactions, that they share the core values upon which Europe and the West are founded.

Neither Europe nor the West can survive, if we continue to attempt to define ourselves by excluding, and by distancing ourselves from, the Other-from Islam, from the Muslims-whom we fear. Perhaps what Europe needs most today is not a dialogue with other civilizations, but a true dialogue with itself, with those facets of itself that it has for too long refused to recognize, that even today prevent it from fully benefiting from the richness of its constituent religious and philosophical traditions. Europe must learn to reconcile itself with the diversity of its past in order to master the imperative pluralism of its future. The Pope’s reductionism has done nothing to help this process of reappropriation along : a critical approach should not expect him to apologize but it must simply and reasonably prove to him that historically, scientifically, and ultimately, spiritually, he is mistaken. It would also give today’s Muslims a way of reconciling themselves with the immense creativity of the European Muslim thinkers of the past, who ten centuries ago were confidently accepting their European identity (not obsessed by the on-going sterile debates on “integration” ) and who deeply contributed to, nourished and enriched with their critical reflection both Europe and the West as a whole.

Thursday, September 21

Ads



One thing I find hard to get used to is this type of ads, that you can find in some newspapers in my country. Can humans be advertised as pieces of meat? Some of the things these ads say are: "renovation every ten days", "very young", "recently initiated", "different nationalities"... What's "renovation" supposed to mean? A woman is used for 10 days and after that period of time she needs to be replaced with a new model? A younger version? Should our media accept money from any type of business?? I don't think so.

Friday, September 8

Prejudice?



My little 1 year old will be attending a very nice nursery school. The educators are really nice, facilities are great. The problem? Most of the kids there are gipsies. And in my country, gipsies are not to be trusted. Thieves, murderers, rapists, anything but good people. I've had a hard time trying to convince my mother and my father in law that one and two year old kids are not delinquents. Many people I know look shocked when I tell them. They seem to think I'm either stupid or naive. Or both. Time will tell.

Thursday, September 7

Vocabulari bàsic a 20 mesos

Atúa: tortuga (àlies cucuga)
Atús: autobus
Apapam: elefant
Atata: patata
Atita...
At: gat
Atís
A Cuc (vull veure allò de l'ia-o)

Wednesday, August 30

Tuesday, August 29

My aunt, and God




My aunt died last night.
At times like this, I feel a stronger need to believe.
It's always been a conflicting subject for me.
The image of God in my schoolyears was of an avenging one.
If I didn't go to Mass on sundays I'd go to hell.
Babies who were not baptised went to purgatory, becaused apparently they carried sins from birth.
And it was shocking for me when I was told only "us", catholics, would go to heaven. If you happened to be born in India or Turkey, well... bad luck. That didn't sit well with me. I told my teacher once that she and I didn't share the same god. I didn't mean to be rude, I was just being honest, but I was punished anyway. None of what they told me fit with my idea of a compassionate god. And the idea that they managed to convey about heaven was that of an exclussive club.
Oddly enought, I pray at night. I need to believe someone rather than just me is protecting everything I love. Are we just star dust? Is there a logical reason to believe there is a creator?
Happiness can be so fragile.
I need to believe my aunt is in heaven. She was a good woman.

Saturday, August 26

Podem posar qualsevol nom a un restaurant???



A l'amo d'aquest restaurant al nord de Bombay, a la India, no se li va acudir millor nom pel seu local que Hitler's Cross. Certament, clients jueus segur que no en tindria ni un. No sabem perquè va triar aquest nom, però es veu que el va canviar després de les protestes de la petita comunitat jueva de la zona.

Passió per cremar


És ben bé que no en sabem, de protestar a occident. En llocs com al Paquistan, tot ho cremen, ja sigui per la guerra, per dibuixos... i en aquest cas ha rebut l'àrbitre d'un partit de cricket. Els de la imatge van perdre contra uns anglesos...

Friday, August 25

Migdiada...



Els nadons dormen molt, com la meva petita en aquesta imatge... i el seu papa, al fons. És capaç d'adormir-se en qualsevol lloc...

Thursday, August 24

Us estimo

Us he deixat dormint, i he tornat en cotxe.
No m'agrada el pis buit.
M'agrada quan hi sou.
M'agrada tenir-vos a prop i veure com dormiu.