real words, artificial situations ... When words give away the hopes and the reality ...
descriptions I will only "literal", descriptive narrative short, for some various reasons, the two situations.
The first: The Word Wall.
After several episodes of intolerance to Columbia (a noose in a racist sign left on the door of a professor, a swastika appeared on the door of a bathroom ..) and daily on the streets, that's a sign to vent anger, share with others their thoughts, express opinions or otherwise. An action of "healing", cathartic, in short, for all. So it was proposed on the campus. Free access, free thought, free expression.
The second: a marriage American-style - look at the alliance.
First phase: the ceremony. Catholic Church in Italian tradition with images of saints strictly Italian. After a slew of young ladies accompanied by their husbands / boyfriends / partners, the bride reaches the altar. Followed by ceremonial rites with a priest who speaks English. It's cold outside and the town in New Jersey where he is celebrating the ritual is deserted. From one phase to another of the ceremony a woman with a microphone hidden somewhere, singing love songs, a "Halleluya" and a song in Latin. Unfortunately it is not very tuned ...
After the ceremony, three-hour pause to allow the girls to take another shower (!) And put on again with other clothing. I stop at the home of a cousin, the American flag and pumpkins out of the door of the house in the middle of the typical avenue of American films, with the meadow with grass and trees colors autumn and the falling leaves ... Inside the house is freezing, but now we go back with tea and biscuits before the big dinner.
Finally we head to a Catering Hall, a place intended only to large wedding ceremonies, usually in the middle of nowhere, with the valets who park the cars in exchange for small tips (such as in the film). Lead me in a big room with a huge buffet. Mountains of delicious food are stacked, decorated and cooked for guests with small plates that run. Even an ice sculpture perched on a table with the names of the couple engraved inbasso. You see many whales.
After eating two plates, nearly sated, I wonder where the sweet .. and that's where I find the inimmaginaBBoli: it was only an appetizer! We then move to another room with a dance floor surrounded by round tables and a raised table just for the bride and groom. The DJ controls the music at high volume levels and entertain the guests while they eat, making dance music between courses and the other (after all, to keep us all in the stomach must do some pirouettes ..!)
The bride is beautiful and, before dinner, preceded by an endless series of young ladies with their husbands, triumphantly down the Hollywood ladder with the bridegroom, bathed in applause and flash of cameras ... Then dancing a love song in front of everyone with her husband, surrounded by ladies with their spouses and observed by all the guests at the tables (at least 200 people):
They start dancing and then courses: meat and Chardonnay with the country on track; salad of prawns and swing (which nobody can dance, argh), sherbet and coffee to digest and slow to dance with spouses or boyfriends, since all mated!
... But the cake?
If I expected the 10-storey wedding cake would be enough to feed a horde of eaters like that, I was wrong big. Suddenly, what I thought was a wall disappears, carried away by way 'of "sliding doors" by dozens of waiters elegant. All of a sudden see a new hall, the hall of Culinary playthings, the so-called "Viennese Extravaganza" (why then we had none with the Austrians do not know). While everyone turns to see such great astonishment strasbordante abundance, the music comes at the peak drilling Metallica and some waiters are from theatrical poses big flames from a frying pan to flambé juicy sugar and who knows what else.
All around dripping rivers of light and dark chocolate from the mountains, where indistruttiBBoli tasty dip marshmellows, strawberries, bananas and more in a luxurious bathroom. The ice cream melts in agony sweet warm juices, and pies, cakes of every shape and color and any dessert that anyone would want to materialize on the tables in any order. The guests are so full that the assault is not dramatic, but very nearly ordered. All making their way into the bowels of the stomach aching, but for the die-hards it is difficult to handle the challenge. Two questions linger tacit among the guests: the first is the morbid desire to guess the crazy spending that has created a new circle of Dante in New Jersey. The second is a question that perhaps only I ask myself: who knows where they'll end all the leftovers? Perhaps the belly of the groom?
Long live the newlyweds!
bad that I suffer dell'incorreggiBBoli disease called association. Just to the disturbing events of happy, that's a good link to discover the delights that come with horror on our table ... and their grim origins. A bit 'of awareness does not hurt anyone, especially in the land of the waste that is the USA.
For those who do not want to hide our heads in the sand: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1282796533661048967&q=earthlings