Last week I whined about the foggy, cold 65 degree F temps, now we’re sweltering in a *heat* wave with triple digit temps and the air con runs constantly.
Roxanne, who served me at Trader Joes today, admitted to feeling a bit low. Everyone in the line felt the same. Are we all feeling discombobulated because of the weather extremes, and/or the current cycle of solar eclipses, or because our team didn’t win the World Cup?
Yesterday I rang a Brazilian tourist’s credit card and saw she had my name: “Rosane”, but spelled the Portuguese way with one “n”. My new friend explained that in Portuguese an “R” is pronounced “Ho” (a harsh gutteral sound, as if you’re clearing your throat; or the sound our Greek next door neighbor made when he’d spit outside his back door), so our name is pronounced “Ho-Za-ney“.
Later when I served a Brazilian teenager called “Arthur”, I tried to say his name the Portuguese way, but I don’t know how to say it: “ho-ho”?
In the afternoon I served a Swedish tourist and her teenage daughters. They were surprised when I recognized their accent. “No one in America ever guesses correctly,” they said. [I know it well thanks to our Swedish friends Annika and Katarina] The Swedish woman loved the current photography exhibition in the museum (I also do), and told me that her husband Martin Adler, was a photo-journalist who was killed in Somalia. “Look him up,” she told me.
The London Independent had an obituary:
Martin John Lars Adler, award winning photo-journalist and cameraman. Born Stockholm 1958, shot dead in Mogadishu 23 June 2006 by an unknown gunman, while covering a peace rally. Married to Katarina Ekman. Two daughters.
He spoke six languages, and worked in over 20 war zones on four continents. “I want to cover the places that nobody else cares about,” he said, “and listen to people that others don’t listen to.”
“He put himself, his hand-held camera, his intellect and his sense of humour in the way of the world’s meanest people and most horrible situations,” said the BBC journalist Paul Mason.
Here are some of his photos:
I wish I could tell his widow how sorry I am, and how much I love his photos…