Tag: Winter

  • Looking for Home

    Looking for Home

    “So the days, the last days, blow about in memory, hazy, autumnal, all alike as leaves.” (Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Truman Capote)

    I finally watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s!

    (It is important to point out that I did not enjoy the depiction of Mr. Yunioshi. That was weirdly racist and quite painful to watch. But it’s good that significant improvements have been made in film industries worldwide and nothing of that kind would pass today.)

    I am very happy that the film’s ending was very different from the book, yet it still managed to capture the essence of Holly’s character. I found myself relating to Holly a lot more when she talked about not belonging anywhere. I am a young woman trying to figure out life and every day the world lets me know that I’m not where I’m supposed to be. It’s a strange thing to think about or even tell people especially if it’s friends you’ve had in the place you’ve been in for a while. Two years is a long time to be somewhere, but I am very detached from Bremen. Even stranger, twenty years is a very long time, but I am also detached from Dar es Salaam.

    From July to December I found comfort in Bonn while I was doing my internship. It was a feeling that I had never experienced before and it made me scared and sleepless on some nights. I couldn’t bear knowing that I got attached to a place and I felt safe and too comfortable in it, because I knew that I had to leave after a while. Luckily, my feelings have gotten bruised and crushed a lot over the last two years so it wasn’t very difficult to detach myself from Bonn. When the time to leave came, I didn’t feel sad at all. I knew I was sad, but I just didn’t feel it.

    The best thing about Bonn was that no one really knew me there, just like how no one in New York knew who Holly Golightly really was. I had many friends, mostly fellow interns, from work who, like me, were just passing by for a few months, but other than that I was completely alone. I could go home after work and detach myself from everything and everyone, something I could never do in Bremen while living on campus.

    What I’m trying to explain is, I don’t feel like I belong anywhere (and at times I try to avoid that feeling) for a reason. I found the reason in the film, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, when Holly sang Moon River by her window (beautiful scene!).

    “Two drifters, off to see the world
    There’s such a lot of world to see
    We’re after the same rainbow’s end, waitin’ ’round the bend
    My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me”

    There’s such a lot of world to see. This is keeps me awake at night. To be frank, I’m not much of a traveler, but I absolutely hate the thought of being somewhere for a long time. We live in a time when we can go anywhere, at least on paper, so why not take advantage of that and live an extraordinary life? I want to move and move and move until I find my own Tiffany’s.

    “I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together.”

    Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany’s (Truman Capote)

    On the last day of my internship I walked out of the UN premises some time in the afternoon. It was a sad day, because most people were away for the holidays. I walked slowly to where my bike was parked, which happened to not be at my usual spot. I stood there thinking of going for one last cycle by the Rhine behind the UN and Deutsche Welle buildings, but I shrugged it off because I decided that cycles by the Rhine belonged to a beautiful memory of Fall when I went to see Joker with my friends and we enjoyed one of the last sunny days of 2019 by the river.

    By the Rhine, early October 2019

    I would like to keep thinking that in Bonn the sun always shines on golden leaves and bright green grass, even when it’s dark and cold in the Winter, and that all my Bonn friends are seated somewhere by the Rhine, drinking wine and talking while I’m still trying to find my way there through Google Maps, because I’m always late to these things.

    With friends by the Rhine near UN Campus, Bonn, early October 2019

    “Anyway, home is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.”

    Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany’s (Truman Capote)
  • #SantaIsOverParty

     Recently, I came across this tweet:

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    I actually never thought of it that way, ever, until just a week ago and I felt that this tweet has so much truth in it that I needed to write something on it. So let’s get on with it.

    Before anything else, I’ve never watched this Grinch movie. I did watch one episode about the Grinch on The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, but that was a long time ago. I don’t remember most of the details other than the Grinch turned out to be Mrs. Claus. Obviously, the Grinch was an antagonist in this episode and I assume he/she has been one in many other makes of Christmas movies.

    So, of course, watching too much Western Cartoons (and I mean way too much) as a kid, Christmas became a thing I loved. Somehow it never felt like Christmas back in Tanzania because we don’t have snow and for some time I wondered why Santa never brought me and my siblings any presents. Then I grew up and unlearned all that Santa bs and Christmas, to me, got a different meaning. I’m really glad it did and I shall explain why below.

    The North Pole is supposed to be at the North Pole. It’s cold, snowy and I’m pretty sure they don’t have YouTube over there, based on the general/dominant assumption from TV and movies. Mr. and Mrs. Claus are old and live in a nice warm house in the North Pole. Mr. Claus aka Santa Claus has a factory where his elves make toys for good kids. Santa has a list of all the kids in the world and they’re grouped based on who’s been naughty or nice that year. How does he know how to do this? He stalks them using God knows what ways meaning he invades their privacy.

    There are about 2 billion kids in the world right now so according to this, Santa’s elves have to work day and night for a whole year (and way more) just to produce toys (really good toys that require a lot of work and intelligence to make) for a billion kids assuming half are nice and half are naughty (and this is me being very pessimistic about the world’s balance of good and evil). So basically, Santa’s elves are his slaves and here’s why; they’re overworked, they’re all dressed in hats and green uniforms and most importantly, the fact that elves are shorter, smaller and have pointy ears already establishes a physical difference between Santa (and Mrs. Claus) and the elves. We can just go ahead and say this promotes racism since the same logic of physical differences was used to justify the slavery of black people in different parts of the world, most notably the United States of America. The fact that absolutely no one administers the North Pole makes it worse because then Santa can do whatever he pleases, including enslaving poor elves. Also, do elves know that the ILO (International Labor Organization) has existed for 99 years now?

    There is an argument against this conclusion. Based on the movie Elf, that elves choose to work for Santa and working at Santa’s toy factory is what elves love the most among other “elfisms” that include baking cookies and making shoes at night. This makes me think of slavery in the United States and how some slaves preferred to be house slaves-NOT because they liked being slaves, but because most times they had no choice, but to be there and working in the house seemed far better than working outside, also considering how escaping meant death. We don’t know why the elves are in the North Pole. They have nowhere else to go and because it’s the North Pole it’s mostly dark and cold and covered in snow and with their small bodies it wouldn’t be very pleasant to walk around, or even escape. Where do they even go? My assumption is that elves are natives to the North Pole, Santa is an outsider, he is an invader; a colonizer who set up his factory at the North Pole and forced its natives into slavery. We’re told elves are happy to be working for Santa, but is that payment? No. You can’t have these poor elves working day and night (for the North Pole, it’s mostly night) and then say that they get rewarded because they’re happy to be serving the colonial administration that is Santa and his wife. This is not right. Just the simple idea that elves have a limited handful of options for work at the North Pole already violates every human right I can think of because everyone is free to choose what they want to do and how they want to do it and nobody should be limited by a few options just so that Santa can have his glory. Santa should be in a retirement home somewhere in his home country and he and Mrs. Claus should’ve left the North Pole and given independence to the elves a long time ago when all the other colonizers were doing it.

    Now we move on to the issue of the reindeer. The dominant assumption is that Santa is big and old (why he hasn’t died after all these years, no one knows). How is it fair that he makes 9 reindeer fly him around the world in something close to 24 hours considering different time zones (and still having time to eat cookies and milk)? This is animal torture and it’s wrong to teach kids that you can just make animals move you around for however long you need for whatever cause. This has to go.

    Finally, I want to point out the fact that somehow this Santa fantasy is mostly (if not completely) based in Western Societies. Elves like Buddy (Will Ferrell in Elf) always end up in New York or some Western town. Imagine how this impacts the minds of children in Western societies; instead of educating them and exposing them to what other societies are like, Santa literature teaches them that the only world that matters is the Western world because that’s the only place where Santa cares enough to visit in every story. The media in my country is obviously based in my country and the societies within it, but it still acknowledges the existence of other places in the world such as Europe, USA, China, India and most importantly, other countries in Africa. Imagine if filmmakers without advanced technology as that you’d find at Walt Disney Studios or wherever can make their viewers aware of a world outside the one they’re confined to because of mostly economic incapabilities then how is it possible that big studios in Hollywood and elsewhere act like these parts of the world (such as the one I come from) don’t exist or even matter enough for this “good man” Santa to visit and reward kids with presents?

    I’m also going to go on a tangent here and mention that most of the time countries like mine get mentioned in Western TV and movies is when the topic is disease or war. Just a few days ago I watched an episode of Modern Family where the characters mentioned that they had a friend in Tanzania who they feared had become a warlord. I felt insulted because my country has always been a peaceful place without wars and neither do we have “warlords”. Imagine how unexposed people somewhere outside of Tanzania swallow this bs and of course, how kids in the Western World become indoctrinated with the evil ideas that this whole Santa narrative presents.

    Christmas should be about family, no matter what religion you are or what society you live in. Decorate if you want to, but if you’re going to tell kids about in Santa then think of a better story to tell because the one that exists now doesn’t contribute to a better society. Tell kids a story that promotes human rights (including elf rights), animal rights and most importantly, love.