Archives for: March 2009
PAOLA FORNARI C.V.
Writer, EFL teacher, trainer, and translator, I was born in Tanzania, have lived in a dozen countries over three continents, and describe myself as an ‘expatriate sin patria’. Wherever I go I make it my business to learn the language, get to know the local people and customs, and discover the country’s remotest corners. I became interested in writing in mid-2006, did a short Open University creative writing course and a Writers’ Bureau course, and began getting articles published in 2007.
Imelda Staunton’s Voice in British Drama on Uruguayan Stage
The Graf Spee leaps out of the water and onto the stage from today (Tickets sold out for Thursday and Friday)
Gala Opening: ‘The Drama of the River Plate’ with British actors and famous voices
(from the Uruguayan national newspaper El País, 26/03/09) By Matias Castro (Translation by Paola Fornari)
‘The Drama of the River Plate’ which opens today at the Anglo Theatre, is the first step of a more ambitious project. Written and produced by an ex-diplomat, the play is performed in English by British actors, and will only be staged for three days.
Online linkup between London and Katine (Uganda) schools
Check this out - it's lovely!
http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/katineblog/2009/mar/19/primary-schools-online-chat
MY village
By some strange quirk of fate, I have voting rights in Abbateggio. I only discovered this recently, and I’m delighted, as I’ve never been able to vote anywhere else in my life.
Some of you will have read about Abbateggio in my ‘Family History’: it’s a pretty village, with 450 inhabitants, on the barren, rocky hillside near Mount Maiella in Abruzzo, a couple of hundred kilometers east of Rome. I have never lived there, and none of my family is from there.
Five go off to Abruzzo
Pope Celestine V didn’t much like the glitz and glamour of the Papacy. In 1294 he issued a decree allowing Popes to abdicate, and after only five months ‘the desire for humility, for a purer life’ pushed him to return to his hermit’s life on the rugged Mount Maiella in Abruzzo.
Not a bad spot to find tranquility, especially in November.
Chance Encounter
I’m sitting at the tram stop. An elderly lady, well-dressed, tall and strong-looking, sits down beside me.
‘Let's enjoy the last few rays of sunshine,’ I say to her.
Le Bois du Cazier
On the morning of August 8, 1956, 274 people were working in the Bois du Cazier colliery near Charleroi, in the Hainaut province of Belgium.
Only twelve came out alive.
A family history (10) London: learning about little beasties
We went to London in October 1957, when my father started his six-month course for his Diploma in Tropical Medicine and Hygiene at the University of London. An English friend in Tanganyika found us a house in Bromley: it was a sort of exchange – the doctor owner was away studying in America. She also left her car with us: my parents say it was like a London cab.