Opening True tales, first day

How come I did not write so many days?

Preparing the next speech, learning the more difficult words, walking around, mixing with audience and connecting with those working on the premise, taking photos of people on the streets.

And delivering my True Tale. Different each day, takes time and energy.

Returning home. I will have so much to tell and so many pictures to show and comment!

It will seem as if I have been here a lot longer, as usual, because of it. As usual.

From here to there

My first story told for a big audience happened when I was 10 years,old. Today, I will tell a tale that begins at 13 ( finishing at 43) and this morning I found a wonderful link - and a very true one, between them.

What a joy!

Some mornings are really creative for me!

On the footbridge

Usually, in the summer, the footbridge from Charing Cross, Embarcadere to Royal Festival hall, is full.

Well, as you see, this summer, it is not.

Some photographes and tourists are there but a lot less as usual.

Strange!

Where are all gone?

Everyone expected more people in London during the games, not less!

Holding hands (etc) at any age

It is never too late to find your dreams, to realise them!

Yesterday, I prepared my story about "Family" (my fathers tale's influence on me 30 years later). The underlining point is the importance of story to transmit wisdom and how it is done inside generations in my family

Today is the time to improve my "Desire" story.
We have so many different desires!

I still hesitate between two stories:

1: Desire to perform, childhood desire realised after 74, I already told it at the rehearsal) or

2: Desire to dance again and hold hands and kiss again, realised after I was 55

I will prepare today both, even if I tell only one of them in Edinburgh, I could use the other later. Both carry the same message: Never too late, do not give up on your dreams.

Un-rooted

One of the most impressive scenes for me, from the opening of Olympics - what a great job on decor! is the slow uprooting of a gigant tree.

Signifying then the unrooting of many rural people at the begining of the industrial age.

For me, it was different.

I thought of all of us, who had to leave one place and go live to another. My first, was at 14, going away from the place I was used to, my beloved town Kolozsvar, (now Cluj Napoca), to the capital. It felt as the most difficult one.

After, from Bucarest, Romania emigrating, with almost nothing with us. No, no! I had my daughter inside me, I was not alone! A secret I took through without declaring, at the customs. My father was also with me, but my mother died as we waited for two years for our passport.

Then, many other uprooting came, and I did not feel it like loosing something, rather then gaining new experience, discovering new cultures, new adventures.

With time, one goes with more and more courage, even if there is a apprehension, like before we go on stage.

So many impressions

This is one of the modern England or Easr End of it. But not only East London.

It could be also my grand son, who does it every occasion he can. He also reads books. A lot of them, so does not do it only on computer.

The Industrial era behind us, up to us now to use wisely what we do have now.

Londres Games 2012

What a wonderful spectacle!

As a reporter from TV told this morning: it was indeed a great piece of storytelling!" But the realisation was stunning also not just the ideas.

It was worth to wait so long to begin and to the end for finish. Me and it seems 28 million of us looked at BBC1 (or news or as my family in their Macintosh) to follow it.