Madame La Republique (indian mix)
I met some italian guy dressed as a chic taliban in an expresso den of 'incredible' India. The present bloke had actually converted & embraced Sufism during a staged holyday in Cyprus. I bet he couldn't get thru in the E.U.rope, so he might have to hop 4 hope across the blue lines of Nicosia.
A few years after (not ten) I was sharing a small moka with him on a sunny november morning in Pushkar. It was all good except when he asked me the following question while CONVERSATIONing about past & possible journeys to Pakistan (Meanwhile the at-war-neighbour country was evoked, he just prompted) :
"Don't you know who killed (the commandant) Massoud ? ".
"No" I replied, adding " I mean not really, supposedly press staff (?...)"
Actually they may have been carpenters, caretakers... whatever... They got the man the papers said. And days and hours and it was the turn of the twin towers to plunge into history posthumously.
The only thing I know about Masoud is that he was apparently more popular than my conversation's mate. Then the latter added to my answer :
"But everybody knows it ! It's all over the internet " (Sorry but I ain't Facebooking)
"It was the french (government)!" He irked like a turbaned Pinochio fleshing out the truth.
I just couldn't help thinking & saying : "Hey... man ! Wait, wait, wait..! I am from France...!" " No, really, I am..."
In fact I was lucky there was another italian guy, even more orientally apparelled, humming the word(s) & then all about to warm the breeze.
The "Non parlo italiano" always on my mind wasn't spill out (but I still got what they were saying).
Nice guys indeed until they don't plan to rebuild Cinecitta outside the quiet Rajasthani village. In fact I have nothing against italian comedy or drama. I might rather watch the Sopranos sometimes than reeling to talks like those.
Though my italian sufist was absolutely gentle, it wasn't really convincing. I met him again 8 1/2 weeks after, down in Karnataka. He was apparently about to swim near Om beach. He reminded me before I did. Seemimgly I wasn't such a good souvenir.
"Greenpeace..." I told him then... "Pace verde" but in he couldn't listen.
