More Bananas For Everyone

I like fruit very much, but I never eat it. It is uncomfortable to peel and carry around: it warms, crushes, dribbles and stains. To eat an orange you have to have a knife, remove the skin, open it with your fingers with the result that your hands will smell like oranges for two days, slip on the floor or on the desk if you are in the office. If you do not have a knife even underneath the nails become orange and you can say goodbye to your polish. In China you have to peel the apples if you do not want get liver cancer. If you are not in China and trust the local farmers, you can bite

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Beauty And The Beast

It was 1987, I was 13 and I was completely kidnapped by the TV series Beauty and the Beast, a modern version of the fairy tale set in New York. Catherine and Vincent. Vincent and Catherine. Vincent, who appeared at night on Catherine’s terrace. Vincent always came when he was needed. Vincent with the deep voice reading the books. Vincent with his huge hands caressing her hair. Vincent with his animal-like roar. Vincent, with agility and aggressiveness, a sweet and dark look, powerful body and fragile soul. It was 1991, I was 18 and had a terrible crush on my physiotherapist. He was 23 and was about to leave for Germany or Switzerland (I do not remember exactly). He was

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What Hands Are For

Yesterday morning I did a meditation lesson that was unusual.   We were lying down on the mat with the yoga block positioned behind our back, between the shoulder blades so the chest and the heart chakra is opened. We had to repeat the Mantra connected to this Chakra (IAM) continuously and concentrate the mind on the heart. For those who have never done meditation, this probably leaves you perplexed, some of you will even laugh. But when you are there, lying down with the eyes closed, following the warm and reassuring Master’s voice, letting yourself be cuddled from this continuous IIIIIAAAAMMMMM repeated from 10 different voices, letting the vibration pass from your lips to the throat and down to

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Hong Kong: Modern Birthday Party

Children’s birthdays have always been an event. When we were little, the parties were all the same. They were strictly celebrated at the birthday guy’s home, we’re eating milk sandwiches with cooked ham or salami held together by a toothpick, chips, juices and Coca Cola with caffeine (no caffeine or Coca Cola Zero – didn’t even exist). Nobody, in my memory, had allergies. We played all together and no one was bored. We ran in the yard with a ball, the elastic and the rope, even in winter. In the most organized parties there was a treasure hunt. We organized shows for the parents who were always present, sitting on the sofa talking to each other, smoking (in the house

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