{"id":24539,"date":"2023-03-23T23:04:29","date_gmt":"2023-03-24T02:04:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/?p=24539"},"modified":"2023-03-23T23:04:29","modified_gmt":"2023-03-24T02:04:29","slug":"cherry-blossom-season-through-the-eyes-of-rita","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/index.php\/2023\/03\/23\/cherry-blossom-season-through-the-eyes-of-rita\/","title":{"rendered":"Cherry blossom season through the eyes of Rita!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter is-resized\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/WashingtonFinalCherryBlossom-1024x445.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-24540\" width=\"424\" height=\"184\" srcset=\"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/WashingtonFinalCherryBlossom-1024x445.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/WashingtonFinalCherryBlossom-300x130.jpg 300w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/WashingtonFinalCherryBlossom-768x334.jpg 768w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/WashingtonFinalCherryBlossom.jpg 1197w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 424px) 85vw, 424px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>Bambi is blessed to have old and close friends who are like family to her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Rita is one of them. It is hard to find words to introduce this friend to you, but Bambi will give it a try.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Rita is full of talent at so many levels. Bambi is both inspired by and proud of her. Indeed, she is smart and highly efficient while being a critical thinker. She has a rich philosophy of life, an authentic perspective on society, and a good sense of humour. She is also highly educated. In addition to her devotion to her lovely family as well as her inspiring career (in two different countries), she keeps impressing Bambi with her art creations and highly productive hobbies. Among her numerous other skills is her mastery of languages, including her beautiful French. She writes elegantly with beautifully chosen words and with much lucidity and a refreshing honesty.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>All this being said, Rita has a precious quality in life: she is humble. Yet Bambi managed to convince her to accept to share with us part of her talent, appreciation of nature, and writing!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let&#8217;s start with a picture Bambi received yesterday night from her friend with a funny note saying: &#8220;<em>Spring is here!<\/em>&#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Spring-Rita1-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-24541\" srcset=\"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Spring-Rita1-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Spring-Rita1-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Spring-Rita1-1200x1600.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Spring-Rita1.jpg 1536w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 984px) 61vw, (max-width: 1362px) 45vw, 600px\" \/><figcaption>The cherry flowers are made by Rita herself <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Bambi was much impressed by Rita&#8217;s new piece of art inspired by the cherry blossom season in Washington, DC. Bravo to her!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Following a brief interaction about spring and nature&#8217;s beauty, Rita shared another picture taken from the following source: <a href=\"https:\/\/bit.ly\/40crm98\">https:\/\/bit.ly\/40crm98<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"684\" src=\"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Spring-Rita2-1024x684.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-24545\" srcset=\"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Spring-Rita2-1024x684.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Spring-Rita2-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Spring-Rita2-768x513.jpg 768w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Spring-Rita2-1200x802.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Spring-Rita2-720x480.jpg 720w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Spring-Rita2.jpg 1356w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 1362px) 62vw, 840px\" \/><figcaption>A picture of the <em>cherry blossom peak <\/em>by Mr. David Coleman <br>(taken from:  <a href=\"https:\/\/bit.ly\/40crm98\">https:\/\/bit.ly\/40crm98<\/a>) <br><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Is there anything more beautiful and uplifting to the soul than the above?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Bambi was deeply touched as this picture reminded her of a DEAR friend in Japan [hello Bente :)] and of another UNFORGETTABLE one in heaven (the eternal Firas who inspired Bambi&#8217;s blog!). <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;<em>The beauty of Japan through the eyes of Bente<\/em>&#8221; is the title of an older Bambi&#8217;s post show at the very end of this one. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Firas.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-24546\" srcset=\"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Firas.jpg 400w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/Firas-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 400px) 85vw, 400px\" \/><figcaption>A picture of Firas (Serge) Merhi taken in Washington. <br>Bambi got it from Firas&#8217; blog postmortem.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>To come back to Rita now, she is generous. Indeed, she helped Bambi find a musical melody to go with the current post. She chose for us Dalida&#8217;s song &#8220;<em>Le temps des fleurs<\/em>&#8221; [&#8220;<em>Flower Time<\/em>&#8220;], which Bambi happens to adore. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Merci &#8220;<em>Ratrout<\/em>&#8221; (= <em>&#8220;Little or cute Rita<\/em>&#8221; :)). OK that was a Lebanese-style teasing!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed-youtube wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"Dalida Le temps des Fleurs \/ 1968 \/ Dalida officiel\" width=\"840\" height=\"473\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/hWfuNlpKyY0?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Following the musical part of this post, it is now the the time to share with you Rita&#8217;s <span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">own<\/span> writing. Many thanks for her generosity! <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Bambi will first share her original French text, which she wrote a while ago. She will then conclude with a quick English translation of this text, thanks to the faithful and efficient, Mr. <em>Google Translate<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>If you happen to be a nature lover, a migrant or a new resident of such a lovely city or just a fan of the French language, you will adore Rita&#8217;s original writing piece! Its English translation also shows its depth and authenticity. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Rita&#8217;s text is about a specific moment in time in her adjustment journey to her new love (the beautiful Washington DC, and by extension, United States of America) in the magical cherry blossom season. It is also a time of mixed, and even negative, yet genuine feelings toward a birth country she left behind a few years ago. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let&#8217;s call the above a sort of a love-hate relationship: A story of strong attachment calling for much detachment (LOVE) and of deep disappointment (HATE). <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let&#8217;s name Lebanon, which its diaspora around the world feels for it and is eager to see it finally rise (yet again!) from its ashes&#8230; into a brighter, and truly sustainable, politcal and economic future, which is free of corruption and of identity-based divisiveness, whether with or without external malicious interferences. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>OK, Bambi will stop here to end this post with our linguistic &#8220;dessert&#8221;. Yes, she is referring to your beautiful text, dear Rita. BRAVO to you and thanks again for having accepted to generously share it. Please keep writing! <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><strong>Original French<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;<strong><em>Je suis plus concern\u00e9e par la relation entre la vitesse du vent et l\u2019\u00e9tat des trottoirs de Washington DC que par la situation libanaise.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Les arbres de\nDC sont ma nouvelle patrie. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Ils me\nconsolent, me bercent, m\u2019enchantent et leurs couleurs me coupent le souffle \u00e0\nl\u2019automne.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Les dates du d\u00e9but\ndes saisons sont inutiles dans ce pays. On devine les saisons par le feuillage,\nfoliage en anglais, quel joli mot. Folie et \u00e2ge, \u00e2ge et folie.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>L\u2019automne passe\nvite \u00e0 cause de cette saloperie de vent. Le vent fait voler le foliage, qui\ntourne un peu dans l\u2019air, virevolte avant de tomber et former des reflets de\nces arbres \u00e0 leur propre pied comme si la ville flottait sur l\u2019eau. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>En Novembre, \u00e0 la\nf\u00eate de l\u2019ind\u00e9pendance pr\u00e9cis\u00e9ment, c\u2019est l\u2019\u00e9poque \u00e0 laquelle les tapis sont\nressortis au Liban pour \u00eatre d\u00e9poussi\u00e9r\u00e9s, d\u00e9-naphtalinis\u00e9s, suspendus sur les\nmurailles et frapp\u00e9s avec de vielles raquettes de tennis sur les balcons des\nimmeubles qui prennent soudain des looks persans ou turques. Tr\u00e8s belle technique\nd\u2019ailleurs qui a inspir\u00e9 des pratiques innovantes de vol de tapis. Il y a un\ngroupe pour qui cette saison est tr\u00e8s lucrative, les professionnels ouvrent des\nboutiques de nettoyage de tapis mais les plus cr\u00e9atifs ont invent\u00e9 une\ntechnique tr\u00e8s simple qui consiste \u00e0 nouer une laisse autour du cou d\u2019un chat\net de balancer le chat en l\u2019air dans une trajectoire parall\u00e8le et \u00e0 quelques centim\u00e8tres\ndu tapis convoit\u00e9, le chat terroris\u00e9 se retourne et s\u2019agrippe toutes griffes dehors\nau tapis et le mec tire le chat et le tapis avec, balance le tout dans sa camionnette\net file \u00e0 grande vitesse dans les rues sans arbres du Liban.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>La promenade \u00e0\nGeorgetown en automne, trottoirs recouverts de feuilles aux couleurs\nflamboyantes, me rappelle la sensation voluptueuse des premiers pas sur les\ntapis fraichement pos\u00e9s sur le sol glacial de notre appartement \u00e0 Beyrouth. Quel\ndommage qu\u2019il n\u2019y ait pas d\u2019\u00e9quivalent en fran\u00e7ais au verbe to tread.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Quand il ne\nreste plus aucune feuille sur aucune branche d\u2019aucun arbre des rues et des\nparcs de DC, c\u2019est l\u2019hiver.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>L\u2019hiver que je\nd\u00e9testais au Liban et que j\u2019adore ici. L\u2019\u00e9l\u00e9gance r\u00e9v\u00e9l\u00e9e de la ville d\u00e9nud\u00e9e\nde tous ses ornements. Des lignes infinies de troncs d\u2019arbres robustes et noirs\nqui marquent les perspectives de la ville, montent en s\u2019effilant pour former\ndes nuages de branches noires \u00e9tonnement fines et faussement fragiles. Il n\u2019y a\npas de m\u00e9taphore, les arbres sont des poumons. Et quand il neige, une ligne\nblanche se dessine au-dessus de chacune de ces lignes noires qui voudrait bien\nla porter. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Soudain, se\nproduit le miracle des cerisiers en fleurs. La nuance de rose la plus claire\nqui puisse exister sur le marron le plus fonc\u00e9 que l\u2019on puisse imaginer. Aucune\nfeuille n\u2019a encore os\u00e9 se former par ce froid, aucune autre couleur ne vient\nd\u00e9ranger ce contraste \u00e9blouissant. Une fleur d\u2019une fragilit\u00e9 indescriptible\nsortie de ce bois d\u2019\u00e9b\u00e8ne dur et herm\u00e9tique. C\u2019est l\u00e0 que naissent toutes les\nm\u00e9taphores.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Le printemps\narrive dans la plus claire des teintes de vert, presque du jaune qui se fonce \u00e0\nmesure qu\u2019il pousse. Et la chaleur du vert recouvre la ville jusqu\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019automne\nsuivant. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>L\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 qui fut\nma saison pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9e toute ma vie n\u2019existe pas ici.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>L\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 des\nvacances, l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 des retrouvailles, l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 de la s\u00e9duction, l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 des histoires. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Il n\u2019y a pas\nd\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 sans mer. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Mais la mer\n\u00e9tait pollu\u00e9e, je ne le savais pas, ou je refusais de le croire. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Depuis un moment,\nj\u2019essaie de comprendre, d\u2019analyser pourquoi des larmes me montent aux yeux \u00e0\nchaque fois que j\u2019entends l\u2019hymne nationale am\u00e9ricaine et l\u2019indiff\u00e9rence pour\nl\u2019hymne libanaise. C\u2019est \u00e0 la lecture des deux textes que j\u2019ai compris.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Rien n\u2019unit les\nlibanais, le Liban n\u2019existe pas. \u00ab&nbsp;Koullouna&nbsp;\u00bb est une fiction et les\nmots \u00ab&nbsp;land&nbsp;\u00bb et \u00ab&nbsp;home&nbsp;\u00bb me font pleurer comme une\norpheline.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>\u00c7a fait plus de cinq ans que je n\u2019ai pas vu la mer. 69 mois. 2,110 jours. Le pire c\u2019est que je ne veux plus la voir&#8221;.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">ENGLISH<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>&#8220;I am more concerned with the relationship between wind speed and the state of the sidewalks in Washington DC than with the Lebanese situation.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>DC trees are my new home.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>They console me, rock me, enchant me and their colours take my breath away in the fall.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>The dates of the beginning of\nthe seasons are useless in this country. We guess the seasons by the foliage,\nfoliage in English, what a pretty word. Madness and age, age and madness.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Autumn passes quickly because\nof this damn wind. The wind makes the foliage fly, which turns a little in the\nair, twirls before falling and forming reflections of these trees at their own\nfeet as if the city were floating on water.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>In November, precisely on Independence Day, is the time when carpets are brought out in Lebanon to be dusted, freed of mothballs, hung on the walls and beaten with old tennis rackets on the balconies of buildings that suddenly take on Persian or Turkish looks. A very nice technique by the way which has inspired innovative practices of carpet theft. This season is very lucrative, for the professionals who open carpet cleaning shops. The more creative ones have invented a very simple technique, which consists of tying a leash around a cat&#8217;s neck and swinging the cat in the air in a parallel trajectory a few centimeters from the coveted rug. The terrified cat turns around and clings to the rug with its claws out and then the thief pulls the cat and the rug with it, throws everything into his van and goes at high speed through the treeless streets of Lebanon.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Strolling through Georgetown in the fall, sidewalks covered with flamboyantly colored leaves, reminds me of the voluptuous sensation of the first steps on the freshly laid carpets on the freezing floor of our apartment in Beirut. What a pity that there is no equivalent in French to the verb to tread.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>When there&#8217;s no leaf left on any branch of any tree in DC&#8217;s streets and parks, it&#8217;s winter.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>The winter that I hated in Lebanon and that I love here. The revealed elegance of the city stripped of all its ornaments. Infinite lines of sturdy black tree trunks that mark the perspectives of the city, tapering upwards to form clouds of surprisingly thin and deceptively fragile black branches. There is no metaphor, trees are lungs. And when it snows, a white line is drawn above each of these black lines that would like to carry it.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Suddenly, the miracle of the cherry blossoms occurs. The lightest shade of pink that can exist on the darkest brown imaginable. No leaf has yet dared to form in this cold, no other color disturbs this dazzling contrast. A flower of indescribable fragility emerging from this hard and hermetic ebony wood. This is where all metaphors are born.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Spring arrives in the lightest shades of green, almost yellow that darkens as it grows. And the warmth of green covers the city until the following autumn.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>The summer that was my favorite season all my life does not exist here.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>The summer of holidays, the summer of reunions, the summer of seduction, the summer of stories.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>There is no summer without sea.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>But the sea was polluted, I didn&#8217;t know it, or I refused to believe it.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>For a while, I have been trying to understand, to analyze why tears come to my eyes every time I hear the American national anthem and the indifference to the Lebanese anthem. It was after reading the two texts that I understood.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Nothing unites the Lebanese, Lebanon does not exist. \u201cKoullouna\u201d is fiction and the words \u201cland\u201d and \u201chome\u201d make me cry like an orphan.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>It&#8217;s been more than five years since I&#8217;ve seen the sea. 69 months. 2,110 days. The worst part is that I don&#8217;t want to see it anymore&#8221;.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed-wordpress wp-block-embed is-type-wp-embed is-provider-bambi-039-s-afkar\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"0UDsEodXTQ\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/index.php\/2022\/04\/03\/the-beauty-of-japan-through-the-eyes-of-bente\/\">The beauty of Japan through the eyes of Bente!<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe class=\"wp-embedded-content\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" style=\"position: absolute; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px);\" title=\"&#8220;The beauty of Japan through the eyes of Bente!&#8221; &#8212; Bambi&#039;s Afkar\" src=\"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/index.php\/2022\/04\/03\/the-beauty-of-japan-through-the-eyes-of-bente\/embed\/#?secret=0UDsEodXTQ\" data-secret=\"0UDsEodXTQ\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter is-resized\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/heart-24.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-24554\" width=\"180\" height=\"180\" srcset=\"https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/heart-24.jpg 300w, https:\/\/bambisafkar.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/heart-24-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 180px) 85vw, 180px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bambi is blessed to have old and close friends who are like family to her. 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