Well. I went to Mother Teresa’s exhibition innaguration last night at the UN and I had a smashing time. Lots of gossip, compliments and free wine. I can’t tell you how the exhibition was though because I did not see a stitch of it. Too busy being an airhead.
However the organization was very good and it went off without a hitch, with the exception of a security guard asking my Indian guest: “Are you SURE you are going to the Albanian exhibition?!”
Dude, you work for the UN! And haven’t you heard Mother Teresa spent more than half her life in India?
Anyway, my guest laughed it off and he did have a good time mingling: “Albanian girls are gorgeous!”, meeting important people: “Was that really the First Lady? Oh pardon, Prime Minister’s wife? Should I wash my hand tonight?” and admiring the exhibition: “I never realized Mother Teresa had such a connection with Albania!”
So, after doing the Albanian thing and dazzling my guest, I concentrated on dazzling myself with our very own blond and fabulous celebrities: Aurela Gace fabulous as always (I just love that girl); Elza Zagreda looking every inch the star that she is (catch her show at the Producer’s Club and you’ll see what I am talking about) and Gezim Nika who is not blond but we do not hold that against him as long as he sings and makes us feel patriotic.
My friend Lori did the arraignment of the pieces for the exhibition (that is she slaved away for a week and then they changed everything at the last minute) but it still looked good.
There were many other accomplished people there, because by now the New York Albanians have finished school, quit waiter and cashier jobs and have populated the ranks of finance, medicine, law and criminal justice for some reason.
On this note, I am happy to report that Dhimitri’s film has been accepted at Cane, so look for Requiem for Kosova in the shorts category, if you happen to be around there during the festival.
Pardon for making this sound like the gossip column but again, too many people and too much wine will do that to me. Besides I love the intrisic drama of gossip, like my friend’s current, former and wannabe boyfriends all in the same place and only she knows the link between them.
My friend Abi says I know too much people but the truth is we albanians are all connected with invisible threads, and while maybe not everyone is as greeting-happy as I am, I bet we all have stories about all the other people in the room even if we personally know no one. So it helps that we do not put on airs at all (wink, wink).
To conclude, I’d like to say that this was sugar Albania abroad at its best, the way it is supposed to be. The UN mission representative and first lady who-is-not first lady, truly did a good job.
Month: April 2010
Necessary explanations
See, she says,
my liquid pool eyes belong to you
to him my shame
the waterfall of my hair, the swamps of my skin
the ponds of my sweat, the spring of my belly
the river of my voice, the storm of my breath
to you they all go.
he likes my shame.
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it never rests
the little worm inside
it eats my heat and weaves sorrow threads
to wrap my soul in.
more than a coccoon
it feels like a shroud.
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Oh, leave the little light on for me
and turn off the sun
for it burns my pain and it hurts my teeth
and I have nothing to bite with
and nothing to cry for
Upcoming event in New York
Well, I received an invitation for an exhibition the Albanian mission near UN is organizing in Mother Teresa’s honor. It would be nice to see some of your faces there.
B
p.s. click on the pic for more info.
This is just too funny