's it! I took off. The parley had fizzled out and it was time to make his tree. For the moment this is not the palaver tree, no, quite the palaver tree, shade, but every day it changes and matures, I'm working. And I bet even that before long, we may well call it. It is a matter of changing movement ...
Here in Douala is anarchic traffic, roads are potholed. There are plenty of taxis around, Toyota yellow, just raise your arm and give a good reference point in the city, and 200 rounds CFA, the type you there in an atmosphere always picturesque. There are also bendskiners, for the same price, they will take passengers to the rear of their motorcycles and China without a helmet and take you at your own risk and peril, to the four corners of the city. There are many accidents especially with 'bens'. How to tell? When there is a traffic jam and it does not pass on 2 channels, we created a third left that this is one of those opposite: force majeure. At the crossroads, the smartest or fastest go first, or at worst case. I saw a green and red semaphore at a time. As there are huge craters in the floor, you can run both right and left and it is not uncommon to find face to face with a utility smashed filled to the brim of passengers, or trapped in bendskin on deck Wouri between a logging truck failed and a container ship. I only dared to think that something that works in there. There are a lot of friction, and much more collateral damage, but there is something that works in there. The changing population in the cities of the world's most "developed", obeys rules, let's say at rates quite binary. If green = on, red = off, so I go, so green = off, red = on then I stop. Yet the heartbeat itself is ... well ... syncopated. What I see here in Douala is initially chaotic, certainly, but just after, when some attention: syncopated. Is that people are talking, the windows of the non air-conditioned taxis are open and the air is breathable strangely; lane motorists First is their horn. The nervous Paris could do an internship in Douala to learn the thousand and one possible message we can send to others with his horn, a real language I say, music. Leaves to press again the doors open, do not fear anything, I'd say there's good in the accident. And that, by invoking the so impeccable statistical miracle of life. The institute Ipsos in person, would never have bet a penny on the possibility of your birth dear reader, it was so unlikely that it would probably not even detected. Miracle of life or horrible accident? Everyone say, everyone will live, but I I feel that the society offers us our current leader "Nicolas le Bref (© Lionel Manga) does not calculate his bets on such low probabilities. So far so good, there's little surprises ... except that the whole of humanity rests on the improbable grain of sand, seed (the short).
But back to traffic, there would be no way to move it organically into a modern city, without having to mourn thousands of horrible deaths, or without having to deploy the means to neo-Nazis térorriser, and secure the moutoniser entire population, not to put it in the machine ...? In Africa the machine was triturated so that it becomes human as sculptures Depoutot, potholed roads have the advantage of moderate speed considerably and it will be noted in passing that the most serious accidents occur on roads where the new one going fast. Would it not be invented in those countries with heavy rainfall porous roads that leave the earth's drinking water and the roots of trees breathe, and reconsider the feel of urban transport? Would there not a way to enjoy this particular form of low tech for a successful marriage with the high-tech human? It would still listen to it here and there what some concerts have horns nous dire.
Je veux vous dire, tel le phénix, que je reviens de l'Hadès, il n'a jamais été question de s'arrêter sur un avortement et mes racines ce sont bel et bien plantées. Certains esprits m'ont mis à mal et ces démons ont eu le dessus sur mon opiniâtreté cependant qu'heureusement certaines forces opposées et bien veillantes à mon egard, me protégeaient et me guidaient vers l'issue de ce royaume. Me voici donc planté à Bonanjo, vous savez comme Schwarzenegger dans Terminator, à poil, l'air ahuris au milieu d'un terrain vague. Enfin le terrain vague dans le film, il se transforme vite en un jean, des bottes, un blouson de cuir noir, des Ray Ban et a Harley. I'm not Terminator, even if I had one or two times the light last week, and I also weighs 2 tons of scrap metal and 3 or 400 kg of silica. For the vacant lot, there's change of scenery, you saw Bonambapé, Bonanjo here. To my left: "Pagoda" (back against the light), a former royal palace Bell, their tombs on my right (yes Hades is never far away), forming the backdrop to a prefabricated mold pretty Urban came to grow on the back of the court of Appeal, former courthouse. This organizational structure that houses many squatters, is doomed to certain death, but as always in the case fungi, we never know how long it lasts. In the corner a little passage that I love and which sinks beneath the roots of a phallic puissement plantuche, whose name I know not, but that looks like what everyone has in his living room but 20 times bigger. After passing under the foliage of this ardent botanical, and after having greeted the locals, turn right and walk along the corner garden Doual'art lead up to the government a few miles from where Rudolph Douala Manga Bell has paid with his life the kind of palaver practiced by colonial Germany in 1914.
You know this place, opposite the General Leclerc, there is a Monument to the Unknown Soldier fell during the first war. On a strong base of white stone, a bronze statue shows a hairy, a proud and brave soldier who wears the mustache under a high straight nose, which looks at the sky of the future. But where is his friend? And that makes it homage here in Douala, Cameroon? "We are the African revenont far ...". It's also a little mischievous, but not without due respect I proposed to my tree in the middle of the park, along the axis of the monument, alongside the acacias and park benches.
But this episode and go back to visit. The tree does not grow on a roundabout, he has clearly found a back story without much inner drum or snoring. One of these neglected urban whose sap is to be rediscovered (in fact become the specialty of a flotilla of arch-pirate). Why not dip my metal roots in the soil of the city and then, with this driver, the fossil energy in the tar of the road? It only remains to isolate the system by glycerol blue skin, and the pyrolysis while passing rays of the sun kaleidoscope of color. Yeah, it's simple! There's iron, silica, oil and sunlight, I j'dis Bingo, it should pousser !Alors d'abord, tel le sourcier, j'arpente le terrain mais contrairement à lui je m'implante dans l'endroit qui me semble a priori le moins propice. Mais je me rends vite à l'évidence : il n'y a que là. Alors je précise ma recherche, un rond de pelouse de 2 mètres de diamètre laissé vierge pour un hypothétique arbre en pot ne saurait suffir aux puissantes racines du Bongongui. Qu'à cela ne tienne, je repère les fissures du sol déjà colonisée par des brins d'herbes opportunistes et je pique. Une fois, deux fois, dix fois, vingt fois. Le sol est dur, la dalle de béton est épaisse et nous devons élargir les fissures au pic, par contre l'implantation est quasi irrémédiable, I need fewer anchors. I change root architecture accordingly. Instead of marking the perimeter of hundreds of piles as we had done the first time in soil less stable, a central core structure secured a part in some piles and sitting on the other over an area just laid on the ground. Yannick, who was already there Bonambapé agreed to follow the adventure with me Bonanjo. While both of us réassemblons quickly, but in different order, the elements of the puzzle Bonabéri survivor. It was soon joined by a second welder, Patrick, who handles relier le tout par des centaines de nervures. A nous trois, nous mutons vite les racines en souche et la souche en tronc alors que déjà le tronc appelle les branches. Vient ensuite l'usure et l'apreuve de la patience. A mesure qu'un organisme grandit et qu'il s'élève du sol il réclame de plus en plus d'énergie. Avant d'être autonôme, c'est nos calories que l'arbre consomme et il est gourmand, cool je tape dans mes graisses ! Lorsqu'il s'agit de défier la pesanteur et de s'élancer en porte à faux, le challenge devient sérieux. Nous sommes maintenant à 5 mètres du sol et j'éprouve en la faisant ma structure de réseaux.
Les structures simples sont magnifiques, j'adore ! Mais comme toutes les races pures, elles sont fragiles et à la moindre défaillence de l'un des composants c'est la catastrophe, regardez les Twins. Ici chaque élément est faible relativement à l'ensemble, mais personne ne joue jamais solo et lorsqu'il y a défaillance de l'un des composants, il y a toujours un autre chemin pour soulager la charge. Ce que ça veut dire clairement c'est que j'improvise un maillage 3D approximatif, que le moindre rayon de soleil, saut d'humeur ou sifflement d'oiseau peut modifier de manière substantielle. Il n'y a pas de plan mais il y a eu maquette et la maquette était une répétition miniature de la recette que j'applique aujourd'hui à l'échelle 1. Evidemment, je l'avais vu en maquette, il y a des zones d'ombres surtout au niveau des branches, mais les branches c'est la strucure du feuillage et le feuillage en miniature c'est la limite de l'exercice maquette. Alors, j'improvise. Je vous parlais tantôt de jazzmen et de buff, la comparaison ne me paraît pas idiote, une ligne d'accords, et on verra ce qu'on aura à dire selon la technique et le feeling du musicien, l'époque ou le temps qu'il fait. Voilà que de trois lascards nous passons à 5. Manu et Stéphane nous rejoignent ils seront d'abord lavandières de tessons sous l'acacia, décapsuleurs de peaux de phares au même endroit, puis peintres en grillage sur le préfabriqué. Demain ils compose my foliage stained glass. At
it is the crown of upper branches is completed and our two friends, after cleaning 10 bags of broken glass, and 3 bags full of skins headlamps, after having covered a light blue seigneurery roots until the final welds, and monkeys have become until nightfall, they painted the leaf veins ready to receive the first tiles tomorrow. How to tell? We are in Douala and Sunday evening falls, it's warm and effortlessly transform you into a fountain, there is 6 people around a shaft of blue metal. 3 are in the tree, the highest branches. Left Yannick soude les dernières nervures inondant le quartier de lumière bleue. Au milieu Stéphane, pieds nus, peint l'extrémité d'une feuille assis dans le vide. Sur la droite Manu, il est à la même altitude que les autres mais lui est au bout du cou d'une échelle girafe. Il peint. Sous lui, Patrick soude les racines et se livre, avec Yannick à un duel d'arcs lumineux. Anastasi peint des mètres linéaires de grillage en bleu caraïbe seigneurerie. Plus loin sur le bitume 4 mètres carrés de peaux de phares sèchent, ce sont mes rubis ceux que je ne pouvait pas trouver chez Socaver. Moi, je tords les barres de fer anticipant pendant la soudure de la précédente sur leur forme et leur position. Tout au feeling is the motto, j'orchestre maneuver and I know the score parcoeur, it's good, it is not written. Meanwhile, the trunk was lined with large glass jewels, my emeralds. The general shape is there, the tree is taking life, I can go to the last big challenge: the leaves, when they are there, the sap will begin to move by itself and I completed my mission.
it is the crown of upper branches is completed and our two friends, after cleaning 10 bags of broken glass, and 3 bags full of skins headlamps, after having covered a light blue seigneurery roots until the final welds, and monkeys have become until nightfall, they painted the leaf veins ready to receive the first tiles tomorrow. How to tell? We are in Douala and Sunday evening falls, it's warm and effortlessly transform you into a fountain, there is 6 people around a shaft of blue metal. 3 are in the tree, the highest branches. Left Yannick soude les dernières nervures inondant le quartier de lumière bleue. Au milieu Stéphane, pieds nus, peint l'extrémité d'une feuille assis dans le vide. Sur la droite Manu, il est à la même altitude que les autres mais lui est au bout du cou d'une échelle girafe. Il peint. Sous lui, Patrick soude les racines et se livre, avec Yannick à un duel d'arcs lumineux. Anastasi peint des mètres linéaires de grillage en bleu caraïbe seigneurerie. Plus loin sur le bitume 4 mètres carrés de peaux de phares sèchent, ce sont mes rubis ceux que je ne pouvait pas trouver chez Socaver. Moi, je tords les barres de fer anticipant pendant la soudure de la précédente sur leur forme et leur position. Tout au feeling is the motto, j'orchestre maneuver and I know the score parcoeur, it's good, it is not written. Meanwhile, the trunk was lined with large glass jewels, my emeralds. The general shape is there, the tree is taking life, I can go to the last big challenge: the leaves, when they are there, the sap will begin to move by itself and I completed my mission.
you soon
Frederick
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