Fascist architecture...

You know, it’s not what you typically see people concentrate on when they take photos of Italy, or Southern Italy, since I’m here. I myself didn’t really take notice or want to, but I started reading Hannah Arendt some years ago, which made me remark on it differently. “The break from belonging,” she said, is at the root of our modern feelings of isolation and loneliness and Totalitarian regimes. As I was walking up the steps to the official post office in Naples, which is fascist, I saw a portrait of a Pope on the stair…and we know that the Catholic Church—the ratlines—were responsible for the escape of many many Nazis. Nazism is a form of fascism. And we are in Italy, too, and it’s a part of their history if not global history. My cousin in Rome took me on a walk from exposed Roman ruins, which was a fascist public project, down the Jewish quarter, extremely old, and to the port of Octavia where the Jews were rounded up. I was facing the synagogue and the Jewish museum…and I cannot exactly look away. I’ve heard in the USA, I’m not sure now, “he’s a fascist,” which places the state, to begin, over democracy…and here’s a real example of that regime.

Here was my walk…I’m just taking a stroll…exploring the city of Salerno…

I’m not an expert, but I’m taking more of an interest in architecture…and this was the journey…I just wasn’t expecting it, so I had to stop. What a gate. I just found an article about fascist architecture…what’s left.

What kind of architecture is this?

Fascist, the guard said.

Right.

Can I go inside?

So I did.

I explored this building because it’s an official government building. And it’s always in these buildings that I’m told, eventually, “you can’t take photographs.” I understand that, from a certain perspective, so I stopped. I’m not focusing on this style of architecture…I’m just making a small point, that’s really not that small, and then, I go back in time…through the streets…and it’s a totally different perspective.

After I posted those pictures, I had a hard time sleeping. I had dreams. As the article above wrote, it was one of the bloodiest times in history, but it’s not reflected in the architecture. The domineering effect. The falsehood. Nationalism. I do not have that in my lineage, but I am Catholic right? It was my childhood rage. My parents were liars, they were sick, in one way or another. I dedicated almost four years from 9-13 investigating this church as deeply as possible with the resources available to me. I left at the end of those four years, and I still didn’t even stop my religious education, I suppose. When it came time to get confirmed, I did it because I heard the word “Crusades.” I was filled with instantaneous rage because of the way it was framed. And I didn’t even have to know what it was. I’m just sharing that piece of my personal history just due to the link between church and state.

I was just rocked by the layers of feelings that I worked through last night because architecture really does communicate a lot, which is why it’s so powerful. It’s where we live, it’s where we go to send mail, it’s where we go to conduct official state business, and it’s everywhere. We move through it. History. There are ideas that make up the design. Do I think it’s attractive? No, it’s terrifying. Monsters…that’s what my dreams were last night, literally. I would think that you might just destroy it or you would not put official government business in these buildings. Is that a valid response? There have been many terrible governments, no, but that one was a part of a world war.

I was wondering, what do you do with that past? With that history. The Jews have museums, organizations, and from that standpoint, right, you do not forget. I posted a couple of things in a field of buildings and food…there will be stunning small streets…it’s just do you not notice? I just happened to end up there. Do you erase it, not remark it? I woke up feeling so much…and that’s me…it’s history, and what do you do with that? Again, my question is why would you conduct official state business in one of these buildings? Well, they obviously picked these spaces for a reason. It was state over democracy. Nationalism. And you should be able to ask these questions, I think. That’s all. I wouldn’t, quite frankly. I would not want to conduct official business or anything in these buildings. It wasn’t that long ago. It’s just to say. So I apologize if that was shocking…And people study this time in history…people write about this kind of architecture, so. I often thought you don’t pay any attention to it…you do not acknowledge it, but is that the right attitude? It’s a little different when it’s an official space, I think. And maybe facing it, on my end, is positive in its care. I care.

I think about what the refugee camp manager said: “If you know what happened in the past, you can understand the present, and maybe you can focus the future …” So, I suppose that’s about it. I’m not posting any more pictures…I will continue to bask in the scenic beauty of the region…and keep learning about its history. Again, it’s not everywhere, and I’m not looking for it, but I just found that quite stunning, and not beautiful, I mean, I was stunned.

It’s the fear of that time. The reality of it. And it’s that fear that might be dangerous in some senses. I heard once that France is a culture of criticism and the USA is a culture of fear. When I was speaking to the refugee camp manager, I had to be honest, since I obviously carry my culture within me. He said that the USA, he guessed, is all about freedom. We discussed that in the YSL Jardin Majorelle with plant life protected and flourishing from all five continents. On the edge of the old and new city in Marrakesh, I wondered why I was feeling some fear. Just because of his point of view? The difference between our medias, let’s say? The refugee crisis? He himself was a refugee from Afghanistan. On the one hand, which I didn’t put on him, I came out of a crazy home and I wasn’t fed properly, so I could not get hungry without feeling fear. I worked through that. On the other hand, I just said you know there’s a lot of fear for a country that is all about freedom…

“A lot of fear for always defending that right; it’s a paradox. It’s an interesting point.”

“I think that it must be a large thing to admit, to face what one has done,” I said.

“Imagine if they did that, what would happen to the country?”

So, I am very for the state taking responsibility for the ideas that make it up. And also acknowledging the pillars that are inside of me. I confronted my father on homosexuality, since it was the vocabulary word at the time, and racism, basically, at twelve. It marked the end of my investigation. I staged a clown act, small, to refuse to go to church with him, and I didn’t even abandon my faith in a sense. I wasn’t exactly proud to be a Catholic, quite frankly. He had no idea what to do and yes, I went after him outside. I didn’t understand as a child. I saw a pillar inside of him, let’s say, that he himself was not even aware of…and outside, in engaging with the world, it wouldn’t necessarily appear as racism. Just because he said “I think it’s easier to stick to your own kind…” And yes, he had Alzheimer’s, denied it, and all that came along with it. But that would imply your family. “Mankind.”

Plato said in his vision for a utopia that a leader would be a philosopher-king. From an Arendtian perspective, she was not interested in the thinking man but in the acting man. When I think of a philosopher, I think ideas. Ideologically, what makes up the real material. If you can acknowledge the ideas…and then put forth into action a plan over time to shift…that would be possible. When I was a child, investigating the Catholic Church, I thought that there were fundamental human laws that were irrefutable. You cannot place someone further away from God, but that’s just coming from the textbook that I had. We are all human beings, which might sound like an obvious statement, but you cannot argue that. And people have. If you are not in accordance with that, then you’re breaking a fundamental law. There could be a way to properly handle that. You can address the ideology behind the structures that hold up a society…and make a real plan, long-term, to change. The Notre Dame, since it was the etching in my father’s book of poems that he wrote to his first love, was built in a hundred years. It was a time in history when building something like that took time. People worked on that knowing that they would not see its completion…which is a powerful idea. You don’t destroy history, right, because that’s also an abuse of power that has also been waged.

How do you shift towards a humane system, regardless?

I have to get ready to go to lunch.

Thanks for reading.

Big Sister of America

About to turn ten years old, my eyes were hovering over my globe—Asia. I had demanded for this globe when I was four to understand what this “world” was…I had been blown away by what I had been hearing. Now, I was back from this weird scenario, and I was feeling confused about this continent. I figured I would ask, which I did, for an Asian big sister—it was my sole request—because where was Asia? Where was Asia in my textbooks? I figured, given that I was saved by a Brazilian-Jewish family that I might use this an opportunity to explore another continent…I didn’t care where in Asia, I was trying to give some room. Maybe I would learn a language, I thought that would be good. I had so many questions—what was going on here? Where were you in America? Did Asians call themselves Asians?

When I got matched—I ran, full speed, down the Big Sisters of America hallway—I couldn’t wait to lay my eyes on her. I scared my Big Sister of America. She would begin singing the Jurassic Park theme. Halting in the threshold, frozen and visibly waiting to receive me, I told her to her face that she wasn’t Asian, looking at this case worker. She was ashy blond with highlights well-done, blue eyes from Santa Monica, and a full mouth—attractive. She was about twenty years older than I was working in finance, but she didn’t age.

Without missing a beat, she grabbed her slouchy bag.

“Oh no, I am definitely not Asian,” she said with an assured hand, getting up to her feet.

“I’m from Bakersfield…”

She was tall with a barely detectable drawl…

Crossing her arms, looking down at me, “and you,” she said, “you are not eight.”

Eyeing me, a piece of work, she said to our case worker.

“Eight is not the same thing as ten…”

She was a straight shooter—she wanted an eight year old, not ten.

I blinked. She knew how old I was?

She knew I was about to turn ten and when my birthday was. She didn’t even need to open the file in her hand to check! Smirking, she was a clear, smart person.

She was easy, breezy, quirky: she could brush her layered locks—layers, she would say deliciously—off her shoulders. She could make circles with her hands and perch her voice high; sweet. She was grounded, complacent, with flurries.

With a pointer finger at her chin, we were in a predicament.

I was not eight and she was not Asian.

Where was she from…her accent…it was barely there but her mannerisms, too. Something else going on.

Snapping and hitting her palm, she was driving her pointer finger respectfully around my face.

Her mother was from Orlando, the “real” one, and swinging a little, proud, or making fun of its seriousness?

“Home of the casserole.”

I had never heard of such a thing.

She never wanted to have children, it was never her desire, so she was a very special person who wanted to show up for a girl in this very special way.

With a circle, we could all agree, the case worker did not say one word in this entire exchange, that ten was not eight and Asia was a very large continent. I appreciated it. But where, where is Asia? It was also a large question. I was smart—she liked that. Was she on the basketball team? Ah, yes, she sure was. Hm, she was pleased with me. It appeared, according to her, that we were in the same boat. And she stepped up to me as if a good coach…maybe because she knew more about children than this lady did. She was confident and she had heart.

What do you say, she cut to the chase, we give it a shot.

Wait, what? I hadn’t moved really.

Sometimes, and she gave it me like a coach, you just gotta give it a shot.

The ball.

What do you mean?

Turning her head, you just gotta give it a shot.

Okay, I said, I just wanted to see the world…what’s Bakersfield like?

“Ohhh,” she was laughing, talking to me like a kid but not down to me.

The two of us walked out the door, leaving our case worker behind…

She would always say that sometimes all you have to do is take one clear step and the whole universe shifts…

Arms crossed, she was listening to me.

It was time have dinner with my parent time—at Italy’s Little Kitchen.

Opening her menu, the server made an assumption.

No, no, not my husband—about to turn seventy—not my child.

Yeah, I nodded on that one. I would ask her questions later—straight out the gate.

She would call me the most adult child she had ever met…

I read Karabek an article from Medium about the Ukrainian War

It was about 10 AM in Marrakesh Morocco. Overcast, light washed onto the courtyard deep blue and white clean and bright through a large flag or panel with a print of what resembled Olympic rings (to me). It shielded the courtyard from too much sunlight. Karabek was making tea in the kitchen.

Upon entry, the light filtered through the wrought-iron panel of blue hearts giving way to swirls. There was a tall divider that separated the entryway and the kitchen. On the other side, kitchen items were stored; tea, coffee, etc.

Maria: (holding phone) Can I read you an article on Medium?

Karabek: (making tea in white linens) What is this?

Maria: It’s a publication online…

Karabek: (at the stove) Who wrote this?

Maria: Benjamin Sledge.

Karabek: (stacking plates) Interesting.

Maria: (reads) “Geopolitics is a sexy word tossed around by news commentators and people who want to appear smart, but many have no idea what the word actually means.”

Karabek: (laughs)

Maria: “It’s the study of how geography, natural land and water formations, and human history…”

Karabek: Yeah.

Maria: “…often dictate politics and international relations.”

Karabek: Yeah, can I add something to that please?

Maria: Yeah.

Karabek: (stove behind him) Because this is so true, if you look on the map, right? Just an example—China. There are the mountains of central Asia; the Pamir, and Mount Everest to go to Tibet. Tibet is a central border to China. It didn’t let people come inside, this natural Chinese wall. Next to China is Afghanistan. Below China is Pakistan. They have such different cultures even if they are next to each other because they weren’t in touch for centuries because of the mountains. This is geopolitics.

Maria: (reads) “Most people get caught up with the here and now of a crisis, instead of looking to the past and unchanging geography to predict future behavior.”

But now, because of the way our world works…

Karabek: (pours tea)

Maria: I wonder how the internet has changed that…

Karabek: Hm.

Maria: It’s not the same geography?

Karabek: No, that’s a big problem. That’s not a problem, that’s the theme which humanity has to face how to deal with it. We think we did it. We created social media. This is a new character, just too quick.

Just imagine 10 people.

One of them is naturally gifted with good legs and he’s running. These Men—they have different skills—are waiting, for what? It’s not solving anything. One country is running, another is still poor. More technologies are coming that they have to implement in their culture but they don’t know how.

Maria: Is Russia on the brink of collapse?

Karabek: They are not in a collapse but the economy of now is going to collapse. Some countries are prepared, some others are no. We see that there are crypto and digital currencies. You know, the SWIFT technology which allows the world to enter trade? This SWIFT banking system is ruled by a family of serfs.

Maria: What?

Karabek: The Federal Reserve. Countries who are dependent on this SWIFT to trade like China—a big trader in the world—have prepared themselves for centuries for this moment. They were just waiting to step out of this current economy…eh… 

Maria: Framework…

Karabek: The Federal Reserve controls foreign currencies. A few hundred billion dollars of Russian assets are frozen, but they were prepared for that. This is what I’m saying.

It looks (in our Western civilization media) like it’s collapsing, but they have to step out of the SWIFT system. Otherwise, you can always sanction them. This is not cool.

Maria: Now there’s weapons…

Karabek: So many sophisticated weapons. It’s all about specific missiles, inter-continental workers who can fly and whatever. In the end, who cares? This is typical human being—always threatening with someone with death. This is the art of pressure (laughs). I know I am going to die one day, what do you want to tell me?

(Microwave beeps, pours himself more Moroccan tea) _

What about the article? What happened? Can I just have a look at which media…

Maria: Medium.

Karabek: Which newspaper is…?

Maria: Uh, half of them, do you pick...so, okay.

Karabek: Hm hm.

Maria: “Last night, I spoke to my neighbor who is Russian.” 

Karabek: Hm hm. Hm.

Maria: “Within our own family…people think he’s a dictator…”

Karabek: Hm hm…

Maria: “…using propaganda...”

Karabek: Yeah yeah…

Maria: “…into believing Russia is freeing the Ukraine…”

Karabek: Hm hm…

Maria: Okay, so he’s….

Karabek: (pause)

Maria: So, he’s um…

Karabek: Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Maria: …manipulating the people…

Karabek: (grabs the silver tea pot)

Yeah, but who doesn’t? Whoever is in this position, there’s a good book written probably eight years ago. How to Control the Mass, you know? If you are president of a leadership, then you have to be someone who has these skills…

Maria: (reads) “The reason Russia needs to expand its borders has everything to do with natural resources, port cities, mountainous borders to keep other countries from…”

Karabek: Yeah, yeah…

Maria: The US has pulled out of countries like Syria, Iraq, Libya, right?

Karabek: Yeah yeah yeah.

Maria: (reads) “Even the Russians played around in Syria.”

Karabek: Yeah. Yeah.

Maria: Hm hm.

Karabek: Yeah.

Maria: (reads) “The icing on the cake was the US evacuation in Afghanistan last year…”

Karabek: Hm…

Maria: “…that became an international embarrassment…”

Karabek: Yeah…

Maria: “…and a human rights crisis…”

Karabek: And the Russians used that moment of weakness in the US. The United States was running a lot of companies for natural resources in the Ukraine, you know? It’s also like a thing.

Maria: …Right.

Karabek: It’s always the same shit. They can tell us whatever they want (laughs), it’s always the same thing. About natural resources…

Maria: Listen to this.

Karabek: Okay.

Maria: (reads) “Given Putin’s threat of readying his nuclear defense…”

Karabek: Yeah yeah.

Maria: “…People have assumed we’ve not taken action because of the threat of mutually assured destruction.”

Karabek: Hm, hm.

Maria: “I’m old enough, however, to remember the Cold War…”

Karabek: Hm.

Maria: “and hiding under my plywood desk…”

Karabek: (Clears his throat)

Maria: “…during nuclear drills at my elementary school.”

Karabek: (sips his tea)

Maria: (reads) “Throughout the Cold War, President Ronald Reagan and Mikhail Gorbachev made similar sentiments, which led to posturing without action.”

Karabek: Yeah.

Maria: “Instead we secretly fought the Russians in the Afghan-Soviet War by training…”

Karabek: The Mujahideen and Taliban?

Maria: “…and also ran our own media propaganda.”

Karabek: Hm hm.

Maria: (reads) “With the globalization that’s occurred, the current threat is the removal of resources and sanctions. If Russia really wanted to hurt Europe, they wouldn’t threaten with nukes.”

Karabek: Hm.

Maria: (reads) “They would just shut off their gas…”

Karabek: Yeah, can I just add something? They say in our media that Europe is taking gas from Russia; just forty percent of European gas. They’re getting ninety percent of their gas from Russia. Imagine? Media says forty, but this is a lie. That’s why they have to invade the Ukraine.

Maria: Russia is one of the top three exporters of wheat…

Karabek: Yeah, yeah…you know, Morocco.

(Grabs a roll)

Look at this bread, this is Russia wheat probably. Russia is the world’s supplier of wheat…

(Smokes his rolled cigarette)

Even the US was getting gas from Russia. Now they are asking Venezuela and Iran for gas—the US. Imagine. They’re always saying—OH, Venezuela, this country; dictatorship, communist—blah, blah blah. Ok, why are you asking for gas now?

Iran, the same. For forty years, blah these terrorists. They’ve tried to coup Venezuela for who knows how many years because there’s good gas. Iran has good gas. They don’t have cheap, bad gas. What’s true now? Iran is getting rich. If Iran wants, they already has nuclear weapons. They are selling all this gas to China now. First of all, it’s very close to China, one.

(He grabs a plate)

Last year, they made a straight deal of a foreign billion dollars for the next twenty years. Iran supplies China with all its gas. It’s like a message to the outside.

Maria: What’s the message?

Karabek: We’re together now—China and Russia. Iran is also included. They want to kick out NATO out of the entire region; military bases, NATO companies that exploit their natural resources. Iran is targeting and fighting America bases in Syria and Iraq. For weeks now. They are not showing it in the media.

This coalition of three are doing big operations now in Asia. They don’t show it. The Ukraine thing, it’s also a thing they did, just to take the world’s attention.

You know the method of Troy? The horse? Something like this. They invaded the Ukraine—all the attention is there. The same thing is going on in Iraq, Syria, and Kazakhstan….did you hear? Russia did the same thing in the Ukraine. They cleaned up Kazakhstan in three days.

Maria: What do you mean?

Marco: (enters) So who’s doing the mountains tomorrow?

Karabek: I think I’m not going to do it. I have to buy shoes and this is too complicated.

Marco: I can lend you gym shoes if you’d like.

Karabek: (laughs) Gym shoes? What do you mean by that?

Marco: Like sneakers, running shoes…