White African

What can you do in a foreign City without a coin in your pocket? You will have to stay home in the suburb with the African mama, where they put you as another trafficked girl waiting for permission to go out. She was taken from home by men living abroad. They asked her to come to perform in clubs, but when she arrived, they cancelled all her shows, because somebody stole the posters for the first show. We all know, that there have to be an explanation. The promotor didn't do his job. Maybe that was the reason for asking her to pay her own ticket. He knew that there would be nothing for her in Europe. She thought she would go home on the scheduled time. Sitting and waiting. Every day in cold a room. But the men in black had another plan, that she was not informed about. Only once a week she will get information, when a woman sneaks her way into the house and they whisper in silence. This women has gained some respect by having sex with a man far away. The small woman in the house wi...

It has been silent here for a long time. I am not sure what is happening, but it appears that the white african is not completely dead. His spirit continues to play around with us. He might not be as african as we have been assuming. This can give him another lifetime. I predict that he in the future will broaden his perspective and as such resurrect in one way or another. In any case you will probably see less silence in the weeks to come and hopefully a lot of noise. You are welcome to make some noise yourself.

I am back in Kenya again, where the new cabinet not really has brought peace and silence as expected. There are fightings between the government and the militia from central part of Kenya. In the meantime The White African has appeared as ghost in Kisumu last Sunday. Read more om 'Traveling beyond Limits'

The White African has undergone serious injuries and after some struggle he died. We have been up country (deep in the village) for the burial. Therefor it has been silent here for a while. As far the future is concerned it is very uncertain. I have already been spacing from 'travelling beyond limits' for some time. Maybe better know as 'six zero nothing'. It is also where you can find the remains of The White African. Right know I am still resting in Kampala ... my african home as the late Jimmy Katumba used to sing.

I have finally realised the profane difference between European civilisation and everybody else. It is comparable to the relationship between tolerans and respect. In Europe we find that respect is a very strong word, which we cannot easily take into our mouth. Instead we choose to tolerate you. That enable us to keep a certain distance to everyone. Whereas respect requires a closer look. In contrary to what Europeans feel, respect will not necesarrily compromise your integrity.

I have written an article about "Los Zapatistas", which has recently been published in the book "Brudflader" on Frydenlund . It will also be available on ebog , where downloads of separate articles will be possible. My article follows the Zapatist Movement during the last 22 years. From they begin to organise themselves in the jungle of Chiapas in the south of Mexico. In the story about the movement I am mixing personal experiences from travelling in Chiapas and Mexico in general with a more formal presentation of the movement. The Zapatist Movement has been known through the carasmatic spokeperson Sub-commander Marcos. On of my arguments in the article is that Marcos does not exist. He is always appearing disguised so anybody could be behind the mask. It can easily be backed up, if you travel around in Chiapas. One morning in Roberto Barrios a young boy come to me and introduces himself. His name is Marco ... as he says: just like Marcos. In spanish -s indicates pl...

Also in Documenta I tried to stay outside the ghetto. It was on the first day. I saw photographs from somewhere in Africa. They will always tell you that Africa is so big that you will have to be more specific. But Africa is everywhere. I was thinking of Africa. It is not easy to stay outside the ghetto and eventually you will be punished, not everybody can survive. Although if you once have lost yourself to the outside, then you will always be falling. I am not sure, where I began to fall. I have been accostumed to believe that Africa alienated me. Send me into the big ocean with the destiny of no return. But it happened long time before. Besides Africa is not a plan, but a state of mind. Pure existence. To paraphrase a white african, who dedicated himself to avoid the white ghetto in Africa. As long as I can remember I was afraid of you. I was secretely watching you but did never dare to talk to you or touch you. I felt that I was not part of you. It was only many years later, when I...