Pictures from the party, not the Party (2)

Them Damned foreigners! :)

Pictures from the party, not the Party (1)

Don't get turned on just yet, comrades: I'm still not voting for you :)
But don't be sad, either, I'm also not voting for the competition. Electorally speaking I am just like one of those pesky little virgins that put out to nobody until you just cannot stand them or their precious little booty :)
(I might vote for myself, and even there I'd be suspicious!)

But it would make a nice campaign picture, wouldn't it? (hint, hint) :)

So long and thanks for all the thrills

Thanks for bringing me to Leningrad, comrade. :)

The locals have probably guessed by now where these crumpled drawings have come from. In Portugal there is something called "Festa do Avante", a yearly festival organized by the Portuguese Communist Party, but attended by people of all political colours (even the sort of individualistic no-party freaks like me - the only "parties" I trust are the recreational ones). I had never attended it until this year when my friend sort of dragged me into it. Well, after three days, and now that it is over, I can say that I have not yet been converted to the Communist Party but I certainly have been converted to the Party of the Communists.

Communism may not work, but communists surely do! :)

The festival cannot be compared to any other that I attended, and this thanks mainly, not to the events, but to the people. The festival comes together from the selfless giving of volunteer work, and it is full of passion and dedication, that shows everywhere from how well things work to how friendly the staff is, even as the day is ending and everyone is surely exhausted to the point of collapse. This is not an ideologically neutral fact. There is a coming together that cannot happen in an ideology like capitalism, dependent upon hard competition for its success. Cooperation - that is circumstancial in capitalism but central to Communism - is the key to this.

Whatever our political affiliations, this spirit of generous and selfless cooperation is someting that must be salvaged. It is surely something that might be adequately taught to a child, far before she is ready for the subtle forms of directed egoism that make capitalism work (undirected egoism, of course, needs no teaching as it comes far too naturaly to most children). Ii is something that should survive whatever else may be built on top. Essentials should not be forgotten.

A casual note: Go to most festivals or parties and notice how most of the beautiful girls parade themselves. They parade their beauty as if on display, hidden behind glass, haughty, jealous, snob, distant, complete with a metaphorical price tag. I have always found this quite repulsive. Even in that respect there was a difference at this festival: In the way they danced, walked, talked, the girls where giving their beauty away, with open smiles, natural friendliness, and genuine happiness...

PS: In case you were wondering, the mention of "leningrad" comes from the simple accident that shostakovich was being played as I first arrived at the event.

more victims of the siege of Leningrad

The victim turned out to be a pretty good duelist herself, and the three of us (plus a late arrival - Dartagnan?) began to stalk for fresh prey. Here's a couple of them!
Dartagnan (unlike some people who will not be mentioned but only guessed at >:->) had the decency to bring his own drawing apparatus! :)

Reminds me: Dear Dartagnan (yes, that's you, Daniel!), don't forget to send me those photos!

PS: What the hell was I thinking when
I drew that hand???

The "victim"

The "victim" of a drawing duel, our dear "PLO refugee", responsible for my perilous stay at the walls of Leningrad (thank you!). My drawing is so badly made not even her mother would recognize her, so anonimity is not at stake, but still, since she's paranoid about her secret identity (my dear halucinating sonambulist, you are NOT a real secret agent! :)) I'll only show her back until I get a clear "from the higher ranks" :)).

PS: I badly want one of those scarfs!

still at walls of Leningrad - day 2

An encounter with a fellow duelist at the walls of Leningrad. Thanks for the great conversation, R., and thanks for the great duel. Next time try to bring your own pencil and paper, will you?! :)

By the way, could you send me a scan of your drawing of our "victim"? I still think it is cuter than mine. :)

At the walls of Leningrad (sort of)