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		<title>Footnotes to a blank page</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 11:35:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You could be me. Any human being on earth could end up in my situation – that of an (im)migrant. I am not talking about tourists who give up their daily life at home to try living somewhere else for a time. I’m talking about people who pack up their lives and move to a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You could be me. Any human being on earth could end up in my situation – that of an (im)migrant. I am not talking about tourists who give up their daily life at home to try living somewhere else for a time. I’m talking about people who pack up their lives and move to a country that is so foreign that they have to mobilise all their resources &#8211; which might, in some cases, not be enough. Grouped together of their own free will, expatriated at random or refugees forced to flee, how can we live in a country whose language we do not speak? Listen to incomprehensible words whose sounds have more weight and meaning for the spirit than their actual sense? Decipher words which for a long time you can only identify when written down? After a few weeks of this kind of isolation – unless blessed with the gift of languages &#8211; you find yourself deaf and mute in the face of thousands of eyes in a world that is as invasive as it is fascinating, because of its unfathomable “otherness”. I have often wondered about the enjoyment I would get from offloading my catalogue of overblown visions, like water bursting from a dam, onto other hapless victims.<br />
When the moment finally came, I found myself having to face up to the blinkered gaze which I had mistakenly thought would release me from solitude. “What are you talking about? You’ve seen it and taken it on board, but you haven’t understood anything”. This is the brilliant result of a short-circuit between my optic nerve, my native culture, and the culture that has welcomed me, obstinately refusing to meet my expectations … The reciprocal ignorance between these two cultures sometimes has comical repercussions in everyday life: getting on a bus not sure of the destination even though it is written in large letters on the windscreen; living in the cold and dark for two days because you can’t work out how to pay the electricity bill; eating only the food that’s on display and ending up buying soft cheese instead of fresh cream. In spiritual terms, the social or political quid pro quo can be far more serious: the implicit protection in the condition of “idiot” is extinguished in ways that are hard to interpret.<br />
The feeling of living behind the world in which you wake up and go to sleep clings to your skin.<br />
An interpreter, “someone else who understands me despite the difference” is often essential if you want to move beyond this state of mere survival. But this assistance does not lift the veil, of varying thickness, of your inability to communicate with others. As an intermediary, he underlines a distance rather than a union.<br />
In terms of interfacing, I thought I had found an area of common ground when it came to communications technology. On/Off is the same in any language. With their unbearable cacophony of local media, my telephone, computer and TV did nothing but amplify my listening problem. So many fumbled telephone calls, cartloads of illegible emails &#8211; and 120 TV channels out of 210 were completely inaccessible. The more a country develops, the more these voices multiply. Being able to understand them is an “open Sesame”, an essential password to enter their world. It is not an innate process: you learn, you build. You won’t forget it again – not even you.</p>
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		<title>City theatre</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 15:34:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I’d only been at the Architecture Biennale for seven seconds when I saw a red number appear regarding my city: while every city in the world was growing by 25, 50 or 172 inhabitants each hour, the only one with a minus 1 was Milan. There and then, my pride was hurt, as it makes [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I’d only been at the Architecture Biennale for seven seconds when I saw a red number appear regarding my city: while every city in the world was growing by 25, 50 or 172 inhabitants each hour, the only one with a minus 1 was Milan. There and then, my pride was hurt, as it makes you think “We’re disappearing!” One less person, one less every hour. It’s impressive&#8230; 24 people every day.</p>
<p>Then you pause, and think that compared to other places, Milan is a healthy city, as it is much smaller than its metropolitan area, because people mistake its real size, because the real Milan isn’t found within the municipal borders. But Milan is bigger than that. This is where you begin to understand that Milan has been rather betrayed by its administrators, even in the way it is represented. Milan isn’t even capable of representing itself, and perhaps now there is a need to ensure that we start thinking about it as a metropolitan city.</p>
<p>Now we go to China, and 50% of Italian cultural associations come from Milan, 20% from Emilia Romagna&#8230; but they say that everything happens in Rome. Strange, isn’t it?</p>
<p>At this wonderful Biennale, looking at the great observations on every city in the world, it strikes me that I’ve dedicated my life to a single city.  After all, I produce theatre performances for one city, I’m working to set up a theatre there&#8230; we’re building a very Milanese theatre: it has no façade &#8211; everything will be hidden.  The <em>Puccini</em>: three auditoriums, an entrance tunnel, very Milanese&#8230; there’s this idea of hiding public spaces. But we need to start again, to say that Milan, in its own small world, can no longer exist. Take what’s happening in Monza, for example, where the mayor (an architect) is completely redesigning the city&#8230; let’s hope the people of Monza understand him.  The station area, which used to be a disgrace, has been opened up. Rather like if they were to open up the port at Palermo. Now, behind the station, there’s a theatre, which they’ve built by restoring a building from the Fascist era, the former headquarters of the GIL, the Italian fascist youth organisation. From this new part of the station, you can see part of Monza which is being reborn, and in the process it is changing the habits of Monza’s train users. This morning, I parked my car there and took the train.  It has changed my life. So this Biennale, leading us to think of the small city of Milan and the tiny city of Monza, is showing us our need to start planning our existence. We need to leave the 20<sup>th</sup> century behind, and also the idea that this is a time of war. We have to think that we need to design the future. The great thing about this Biennale is that, for once, visitors, whether they live in Bogota or London, can understand the cities that grow by expanding, and those that grow by increasing the density of the population per square metre.  Here’s London, growing healthily, and Shanghai, growing crazily: it really makes you think. Everyone should bring something to their own little town or city. The first to do so should be the public administrators, artists, architects&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.who should say: now we need to plan, and say no to this ignorance. We’ve had governments that have been ignorant. I thought they were ignorant about culture and the theatre, but perhaps they were ignorant about cities. This can’t be allowed to happen any longer, because no plan is possible in the face of rampant individualism. Everyone thinks about his own career, his own personal plans, and acts accordingly. But no artist or genius can do all the work that a city requires. Or a country, or the world.</p>
<p>It is a network, and the network has to start thinking, thinking much more. This is the great eye-opener of this Biennale.</p>
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