OFF TO MEMPHIS
As a more mature man today, and while my car rolls on the highway, I can imagine how it must have been for the Europeans to come here. I imagine them as peasants from Normandy –not so different from those that I have known –discovering these vast landscapes on horse and without the ads for factory outlet types of sex shops…
ARRIVAL IN MEMPHIS
Along the road, some black women walk with their children in full heat sometimes pushing archaic vehicles, caddies, and carts. There are some stray dogs not too far.
THE 3Bs FORMULA
I need a close shave, and I have developed a fondness for the graphic “lines” that black barbers define so well around the capillary contour of their clients. The hair salon that I find after asking half a dozen people –just another excuse to socialize –is called “Hi, Gorgeous“. I swear, I’m not making this up!
When I want to go for BBQ in a greasy spoon that was recommended, they advise me to properly close the car doors, even when the car is in motion.
Very rudimentary hair salons and a nauseating number of churches are distinguished by there naively hand painted advertisements, just like in Africa. It makes me think of those street salons in Togo with signs that proclaim: “GOOD HAIRDRESSER HERE”.
Here, I find again the little teddy bears and bouquets of flowers hanging from electric poles to remember the dead by stray bullets. At a crossroads, there are four or five crosses on the grass.
I’m intrigued by some enormous barrel-shaped workshops in metal. This is where vinyl discs were pressed, before they were sent across the world.
A general impression after the Obama hangover common to all the people I meet is the disillusionment of having been duped, deceived, cheated. Of course, there are different interpretations on the nature of the deception, various conspiracies, but the feeling is general.
OMAR, YOLANDA & FAMILY