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Diana Moore’s eleven foot, cast concrete depiction of Themis, Greek goddess of Justice, was commissioned by the US General Services adminstration Art-In-Architecture Program. Themis, her eyes masked, is, in Moore’s interpretation, genderless, ageless, and race-less. the power of the work lies in the simplicity of the partial figure and it’s accessibility to the public. While we are accustomed to seeing Themis as a full figure, balancing a set of scales, Moore’s Themis is more symbolic. She has removed from her traditional, lofty position in the courthouse pediment and placed within the observer’s space. Moore contrasted the approachability of her piece with the remoteness of so many of America’s monumental sculptures, such as Mount Rushmore of the Statue of Liberty.

Moore’s Justice is not typical of New Jersey’s public sculpture.

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A sweet Tunisian puppy in a village of Djerba Island, August 2008.

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"Such a shame that I can’t get over this
Put the axle on and roll again

Such a Saturn eye will close again
Watching every ring turning again

And I close my eyes
To everything you’ve rearranged
And I close my mind
To everything you’ve kept the same
Put the axle on and roll again

Cannot keep you in my bed again
Wake up every time, leave your space again

When the hairline breaks and lends you in
To the woman you’ve turned red again."

Sufjan Stevens.

We decided to sacrifice a day on the altar of culture, and enrolled to a full day bus tour to visit some of the most remarkable sites in Tunisia. In short, it was a total disaster.

It was a Hungarian guided tour, so first we collected all the Hungarians from the different hotels. We also had to change bus, because half of the group was coming from a different area with a separate bus. Finally we arrived to our first stop, to the capital Tunis. We got off the bus, and tried to keep the pace with our guide and the rest of the group, who paid no attention to the fact that a 3.5 year old cannot walk as fast as an adult, and usually we caught up just after the guide has finished his talk. Then we were let go to see the Medina and do some shopping, but it was impossible to even get to the market area and back in the time provided. So, we had a small walk in the area, and went back to the bus, which was not there yet. Enikö had to go the toilet, so she and Judit went to a nearby restaurant. In the meantime the bus arrived, so did the rest of the group, and at the end we were the last ones getting on, 10 minutes late. In the following minutes we had to take several remarks from our guide, about how unacceptable our late return was, jeopardizing the schedule of the whole group.

The next stop was a small town, our guide continued his miserable attempts to run for a comedy award, and said that whoever late was welcome to take one of the small yellow cars to the next stop. The story was similar, running after the group, missing all the stuff, but at least we made sure that we got back first. It meant we did not manage to walk up to the point with the view, but neither did half of the group, simply because they were too fat and the road was too steep. The last person arriving back to the bus was our beloved guide, no mentioning of the yellow cars this time.

Then we went to Karthago to see some ruins, including an ancient bath. It was really spectacular, after we decided to leave our guide, who was too busy talking about the reproduction methods of palm trees, secrets of olive harvesting, and other relevant topics.

Then we were going to have lunch in a restaurant, and our guide made sure everybody was well prepared. He stressed that being the first bus at the restaurant was utterly important, and urged everybody to rush to the tables and mark them as reserved, then get a plate and pack as much food on it as possible, so nobody had to go back to have a second serving. This is pretty much what Hungarians would do anyway, but after all the brainwash, the result was truly spectacular. Our group swarmed the restaurant, we were the only family actually taking the time to wash our hands. There was hardly anybody else in the restaurant during the entire lunch, and there was never any congestion around the food tables, except when all our guys were fighting over the spaghetti. And the food was crap, worst food we had in Tunisia by far.

Then we went to a museum of mosaics, which was simply amazing. We had to get far from our most sympathetic guide, who was shouting so hard that I was afraid the mosaic pieces would start falling from the walls. The time was yet again way too short, but it was still a great experience.

Then we got on the bus again, listened to some more eternal wisdom about the everyday life in Tunisia, switched back to our first bus, said goodbye to our guide with tears in our eyes, and finally got back to our hotel and had some decent food. One thing is for sure, next time, we will just rent a car and get a guide book.

In the last two centuries, Tunisian visual archives were done by french and some Germans, at that time when Tunisia was under the French occupation, photography was about showing how France was doing good in a disordered country.

All the photos in [Photos-tunisie-gobert]

Since the end of the 19th century, Tunisia was drawn under the French protectorate a masked occupation that led the country under the foreign dictatorship, the resistance of the tribes and local population haven’t stopped since especially in the country side never less in the cities, the national movement have been the guiding to the independence (1965) thanks to decades of struggle with the the French authorities for decades.

The armed resistance was rarely taken in pictures, few portraits of jailed or wanted rebels were kept in the archives, people hiding in top of the mountains and in the bushes keeping eyes open even in sleep were less concerned about archiving their activity through writings or photos than having munitions, food and some intelligence to avoid or attack the enemy platoons nor did the media (a couple of national newspapers) who were over controlled by the French local government, and the French press was spreading other propaganda.

The national movement led by Farhat Hachad, Abdel Azia thaalbi, taher ben Youssef and Bourguiba was a gathering of smart thinkers who thought differently from the rebels, they chosen to peacefully to negotiate with the French occupier small peaces of freedom than the complete independence, the National party have used the most sophisticated tools in time to show their attention: meeting, strikes, newspapers, … without ignoring to take all that in shots thus their actions were shoes around in the local media and the Arab national press.

Bourguiba was on the heart of all that fighting for the independence: local meeting in the party and many visits to Egypt and USA or even as detainee in Isle of Groix was all graved into memorable and precious photos.

Bourguiba knew always how to interact with the camera as his only way of visible communication for the farther people at the time, the national TV started in 1966, the newspapers and the radio were the major mass media. The photos -even in the most worst times- showed a wise smiling leader with enlighten mind and a brighter future.

As part of his show, he was an element man but he also showed him self wearing labor clothes, working as a farmer and taking pictures with political mates and ordinary people, in one word he knew the real value of photography as much as a political speech as a matter for leadership.

Photography has been a main too on the most big struggles for freedom all over the world as much for Tunisia as for Algeria or India, it didn’t just store all those events into memory, it did change history, believes and led whole countries to change.

You can find a valuable collection of Bouguiba’s photo in a dedicated site, and other photos of the national party under the French protector in the independence site establish in the 50th independence celebration.

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