Snawsi's

Besides my wedding preparations' stress and mess, I had to give up one of my little cats. It was as if I left my own child at an orphans' shelter eventhough I gave it to someone who promised to take good care of him! Still, it tore up my heart!

Trying to cheer me up, my sisters took me to a nice restaurant to eat something (since I was almost fasting the whole day). We were chatting over dessert when someone stopped by our table and called us by our names in such a friendly way, shook our hands so warmly and then smiled and said " it's ok, it's hard to recognize me, gals".

We were surprised and really unable to identify the guy despite his sort of familiarity. I focused on his eyes and I screamed: "R....?!". And it was him ! God! our childhood neighboor and friend, my classmate for years, the first guy I ever slapped in my life for being mean with me ( we were 6 years old), the kid who always dishes on me to dad and mom and get me grounded ! This same guy who joined me years later at college...

Well, this same guy, my childhood buddy, my sibling, was standing in front of me in that restaurant but with a disfigured tired face. He lost his long black hair, his eyebrows and even his eyelashes ! He was so fade...so sick ! We were shocked and unable to say a word!

It was so embarrassing, we felt so guilty and so sorry for him. He smiled again and kept chatting, to break the heavy silence; he gave us an update on his life , his family's, asked about our parents and then left to his table to join his friends.
I felt like a lump in my throat and couldn't fight tears and sorrow while looking at the walking fainting zombie who turned to be a former part of our childhood, our life.

He is just my age, just 29 years old, and he is... dying ! How can't my heart be so broken, God what a damn day !

NB: Les réponses que j'ai mises sont véridiques, je les ai entendue dans mon entourage, je ne les ai pas inventées !

J'ai pas voulu ramener à la surface ce sujet de controverse et susceptibilité mais quand je constate que depuis quelque temps, dans ce bled, 1 fille-femme sur 5 est non voilée ( alors que c'était le contraire y a quelque temps aussi), cela m'effraie d'autant plus que les raisons du port de voile deviennent franchement ridicules!

A friend of mine, an intern-lawyer, dragged me with her while preparing her professional papers. So, for the first time, I discovered a new zone in Tunis called "Beb Bnet" which seems to be a beehive of "law actors" ( & yes, I know I've been living for over 5 years in the capital and yet am still a tourist :)
We went to "Lawyers House" ( dar al mo7ami) then Justice Palace & a certain association and it was pretty "distracting". I mean, I was like an alien ( with my sneakers, jeans & sweater) next to all those so noisy, so black dressed, so complicated special class of society.

What stroke me most was the female lawyers or jurists. God! they looked so lifeless: no sign of femininity could be detected on 80% of them (no makeup, messy hair pulled back in a messy way, ugly suits, zombie look...etc) and of course most have a belief that they've what spice girls call " girl power".
You can tell it just from the way they stare or walk! You can barely detect a smile or a shining face but from miles, you can detect their ultrasonic tone over a debate or a professional chat with colleagues. I guess, they need to convince people how serious and committed they're but all I can say is "oh crap! why are they so highly strung up ?!why there's no cute Ally mcBeal around ?!"

Anyway, knowing that I was supposed to belong to this sphere, I've to admit that it was a blessing not to carry on a career in that field. I honestly can't cope with such depressing lifestyle. And when another friend of mine, whom we bumped into running between court sessions, asked me: "So when are you going to join us?", I proudly replied " No thanks, I'll pass!".

I've seen that movie, too. It's not as bad as the other french one. Yet, you'd feel "scattered" with many fast jumps back and forward with no chronological path or meaningful sense of some chosen events in the artist's life, neither would you get the links between her and some charachters in the film.

I mean, for those who have a little idea on Piaf's life and career, it would be hard to understand the movie's rythem.

However, just as a critic said, while unimpressed with the film itself, I was still rather impressed with Cotillard performance.
I think she did deserve her Oscar as Best Actress in a Leading Role. The way she turned from a beauty teen (quite Aishwarya Rai lookalike) to a "hideous" sick 40 years old Piaf, well, what can I say: Bravo !

Fr: J'ai vu cet autre fameux film qui a aussi marqué cette année et surtout le cinéma français. Certes, il est moins pénible à voir que les Chtit's mais il a été trop "dispersé" dans le temps et la vie de Piaf. Le va et vient entre présent et passé ne laisse pas vraiment comprendre le parcours et les malheurs de l'artiste ainsi que les personnages qui l'entouraient et leurs rapports avec elle.
Toutefois, un grand Bravo à la sublime et émouvante Marion Cotillard qui a franchement réussi à faire sentir qu'elle et Piaf n'étaient qu'une! Elle mérite bien son Oscar !