last week we went to "museu de arte popular". i've been looking forward to go there, well, because i'm into popular thingies. the most recent story behing it is that this museum was about to be closed and transformed into the museum of the portuguese language. fortunately, after a very active civic movement, the museum re-opened in december 2010. although still partly closed and under repairs, the temporary exhibition shows already some nice pieces and images. however, it is mostly about the history of the museum, how it was born out of a national propaganda department and grew into something representative of the portuguese culture. of course it is up to discussion if it is representative or very selective - during the dictatorship there were "selections" in portuguese folclore and traditions. nice topic.
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i saw this one yesterday on my way back from lisbon, it happens that i really like the main actor (jason shwartzman), and there's bill murray, and this is a wes anderson movie. it begins being really sweet and it develops to something a bit disturbing - love as in two man loving the same woman.
well, it has beautiful shots, it is a really very ok movie! this movie is about facebook. i was quite surprised in the end, i really enjoyed it. we made all kinds of research in the end. trying to see how real it was. incredible how things develop so fast!
and on saturday we went to castro laboreiro through spain. it was funny how from the moment we crossed the border to spain, the roads were better and everywhere there were roadsigns telling us the right way. when we get back to portugal again, we walked for kilometers without a single sign telling where we were, it's so funny. but we always manage, the places are quite small. these are the last memories of a zenit11. it was a good day for queimadas (burn waste), so the whole hill was covered in smoke. this village lays in serra da peneda, a hill whose name basically means big stones. resting in the castle, nhom nhom
when portuguese children are, well, children, and their parents are the owners of a car, sunday afternoon is reserved for a little stroll. now we are pretty much doing the same, but mainly because we want to take pictures. these pictures are from our stroll in barcelos a couple of weeks ago. barcelos faces the smaller village of...barcelinhos. and these are the pictures taken with luis' camera, born to suffer. or die.
nothing new to tell besides this kind of flu and the sunny days we've been getting in here.
this weekend we've been in castro laboreiro and we went up to the castle. it was nice, to breathe some fresh air. now i am in lisbon. i was invited to participate in this kind of volunteering fair to innaugurate the european year of volunteering. it was rather nice and i've seen some nice projects. yesterday i got my first answer ever. it was neither a yes or a no, but it was a "thank you for your kind words, i will forward this to the right person". just that, but i was really happy for some feedback.. the funniest thing of last week was a kind of facebook little revolution about the way things are done in my city's town hall. this very young boy has seven big tasks (don't know how to put it, but he is responsible for the youth, police, development, urbanism, fireman, traffic etc departments....) in the town hall and now he is the president of one of the most powerfull foundations of the city, which is as well the one who will manage the european capital of youth 2012. so, a bunch of young people in facebook started demonstrating against this, and everytime their comments were deleted. so a lot of them started using blue pencils as profile picture - meaning "censorship" - and i was really happy to see the young people are very awake to what is happening at a political level! i thought i was going to see a play but in the end it ended up being a movie in theatro circo. by a portuguese director and with a portuguese actress - who spent more than a year learning russian and italian - it is about sonia, a young russian girl who decides to leave in order to live a better life. very quickly she is kidbapped, rapped and sold to an italian pimp, while in germany. it italy she is constantly humilliated and beaten as a prostitute, and, we don't know how, she ends in portugal in a completely destroyed and insane state. it was dead strong, with slow and beautiful scenes, like pictures. dead strong.
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