will take before it all becomes a nightmare. In the meantime you live with the energy of someone waiting for the end of the world. So said a young German engineer whoâs been working for the last ten years rebuilding the road network.
We were having a drink at the bar at the Hotel Montana. When did you first understand that this particular hell wasnât for you? He gazed at me a while. My father came here for the New Yearâs holiday, and he made me see it. My father is an old military man. His job is to look at things as they are and say what he thinks in no uncertain terms. What did he say to you? That we were all bastards in this well-protected luxury hotel, all the while thinking we were living a dangerous and difficult life. And so? And so ten years later Iâm still here. But at least Iâm not telling myself any more lies. We can even use cynicism to keep from dying of shame.
The headquarters of foreign journalists.
A hotel set on the heights so they can see
whatâs boiling over down below
in the great stewpot of Port-au-Prince
without actually having to go there.
For the details just listen to the local radio station.
The bar is stocked well enough to resist a month-long siege.
Iâve been watching this cameraman at the end of the bar for a while. His arm resting lightly on his camera. I move down to his end because I like people whose job is to look. But I donât see anything, he tells me. I see only what Iâm filming. I look down a very narrow field. People are incredible here. They participate in everything, theyâre so enthusiastic. Iâve been to a lot of countries with the job I do, but this is the first time Iâve seen anything like it. You can ask someone whose family has just been killed to reenact the scene, and theyâll play the whole thing for you with complete attention to detail. The murderer too: just ask him and heâll play the murderer for you. Itâs a real pleasure working here. Wherever I go people ask for money, but not here. Okay, friends of mine told me the market ladies want to be paid if you take their picture, but thatâs only if they donât like you. Thatâs because some photographers donât know how to go about it. They want to go too fast. Here, you canât hurry people. They have their dignity. They can feel it right away if you respect them, and if they feel youâre making fun of them then I can tell you your life is in danger. Otherwise, theyâre cool. And the setting is magnificent, not too green so it doesnât look like a postcard, itâs great, I really canât complain. Excuse me, itâs your country and Iâm talking this way, Iâm not insensitive to whatâs happening, I see the poverty and everything, but Iâm speaking as a professional. All jobs are like that; if you could hear the surgeons when they operate on you, they opened me up three times, and itâs curious but hearing them talk about what they had for dinner the night before as they were slicing me up, that reassured me because I knew they were doing it to relax. Iâm not insinuating that people are insensitive to their own misfortune, itâs just that they like to play, to act, theyâre born comedians, and what does a comedian do when the camera goes on? He acts. The kids, especially the kidsâtheyâre so natural. And in a setting like this. Itâs like nothing is real here. I listen to the big shots talking, I cover the press conferences at the palace, receptions at the embassies, and I can tell you, if you donât mind, that the only thing that will get this country out of the state itâs in is the movies. If the Americans forgot about Los Angeles and came and shot their blockbusters here and if the Haitian government was smart enough to demand a quota, yes, I said a quota of Haitian actors on every film, in less than twenty years youâd see this country get out of
Alexandra Amor
The Duke Next Door
John Wilcox
Clarence Major
David Perlmutter M. D., Alberto Villoldo Ph.d.
Susan Wiggs
Vicki Myron
Mack Maloney
Stephen L. Antczak, James C. Bassett
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