ur arkivet II, 12/19/2006 04:06 AM
"En ö kan bli förfärlig för den som nalkas utifrån.
Allting är färdigt, var och en har sin plats, egensinnigt, lugnt och självtillräckligt.
Innanför deras stränder fungerar allt enligt ritualer som är stenhårda av upprepning och samtidigt strövar de igenom sina dagar så nyckfullt och tillfälligt som om världen tog slut vid horisonten."
Sommarboken, Tove Jansson
Over Kurasini Creek and back
Sister Gertrude Morgan
ur arkivet I
att måla vatten på väggen
The invisible border of the Corunian Spit of Lithuania/Kaliningrad. Lagoon side. 2011.
The invisible border of Lithuania/Kaliningrad. River side. 2011.
Reassemblage: Trinh T. Minh-ha (1983)
« I do not intend to speak about. Just speak near by.
« Reality is delicate. My irreality and imagination are otherwise dull. The habit of imposing a meaning to every single sign.
« First create need, then, help.
« What can we expect from ethnology?
Yes Sir/Ndio Mzee - making promises
In the refrain the citizens respond in one voice “ndio mzee”, i.e. "yes sir" to everything he promise. After the release of the song all kinds of different remixes followed on the same theme, most famous the disobedient version "No Sir".
The sense of irony in "Ndio Mzee", keeping a distance to political (and other) promises might be the most prominent position people tak in relation to Tanzania's contemporary planning in Dar es Salaam. Like the current construction of Kigamboni bridge (in Temeke Municipal) that none really believed existed, though it was almost finished and very much "out there" in the material world, the attitude encountered is often “yeah, yeah, but wait until I've seen it with my own eyes, you know you shouldn't have a baby-shower before the baby is born – it’s bad luck”. At the same time there is this great beliefe in what these new infrastructural investments in the city potentially could do - elsewhere, as if it was more important what the bridge, or city project, communicated; that things are coming about, that Dar is out there in the world, having stakes in things - rather than what the bridge could be utilised for in practical terms. And for the Kigamboni New City project, it seemed more important that it was there, and the actual habitation was quite secondary. Some 90% of the inhabitants of Dar would probably never be able to buy or rent property in the new city, though many people aren't very negative about the project/plans as such - except for some serious rumors going around that the triad Obama/Bush/Cameron had bought the land on speculation after a visit to Dar and wouldn't allow Africans living there - none seemed to express the opinion that this new city project was wrong in other ways than for the undemocratic/unlawful planning procedure.
The very plans for the city perform on a stage away, but still within reach for the city. Though it seems unlikely that Tanzania's new city plans will be successfully implemented, the plans does something, something more.
/Notes from Dar es Salaam
In the periphery
I was informed that the community previously residing in Y were resettled to X, located a bit west of the Old Road. To reach X one needs to take a bus some 40 minutes from M to B, where the public transport stops. From the market area of B you would need to hire a private car or a motorbike to reach X. And from where the car stops, you might have to walk an additional 20 minutes to reach your destination. It is not easy to reach X.
X is a curious place on the periphery of the city, both “peripheral” in the normative understanding, yet simultaneously a “core” area.
X is subject to humanitarian and developmental interventions and enforcements, as well as governmental policing of various kinds. Buildings are being moved or restructured, sold or demolished. International architecture schools have paid close attention to the situation in X, and together with housing organisations collaborated on different projects. Thus, X is the centre of attention.
/Field notes from Gällivare and Dar es Salaam
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