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..~* My Heroine *~..

On my nightstand very recently was the book "Mighty Heart", written about the journalist Daniel Pearl by his wife Mariane - a journalist and an author, an optimist, a real-life heroine in her own right. [caption id="attachment_6999" align="aligncenter" width="356" caption="Daniel & Mariane's wedding. Picture from the book the Mighty Heart - the brave life and death of my husband Daniel Pearl."][/caption] And today, the movie of their story will be played at Channel Four (Nelonen), at 21.30. Not captivating as the book is, but nevertheless a story that deserves, no, needs to be told. Do you remember - from the news, some ten years ago? Daniel was Wall Street Journal's foreign correspondent in Pakistan shortly after 9/11. He lived and worked in Karachi with his French, very pregnant wife Mariane. Until Daniel was kidnapped - and later murdered - by terrorists. [caption id="attachment_6995" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="On the left, Daniel. On the right, the man sentenced for his murder."][/caption]

 The book is a captivating, human story of a woman's struggle to find and save her husband and the father of her unborn son. Not the easiest task for a woman in Pakistan, especially in the post 9/11 political climate and frame of mind. Mariane doesn't stop, she doesn't give up. She appeals to the president of Pakistan, to the president of the US, to the public, to the medias. To the powerful ISI (Pakistani intelligence service).  She tries to trace down the kidnappers herself.

So full of life, the strongest of emotions, hope against hope, race against time, is this book. You live every breath that Mariane takes. Her brave attempt to keep herself together, not allowing herself to collapse before her husband is home again, is as envigorating as it is heartbreaking.

It is Mariane's grace and her courage that make this book an uplifting story of true love, despite the inevitable tragedy and loss.

[caption id="attachment_6996" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Mariane with her son Adam, who never got to meet his father."][/caption]

One of the reasons why Mariane decided to write the book was to keep the life story of her husband alive for their son. So that little Adam  would know all the reasons he has to be proud of his father. Although they never got too meet each other.

 Trust me my friends, this is a book every human being should read.

Even through tears.

~*♥*~


Holding my breath

I seriously need to shake my world. France always helps, in my case. There's such peace and pure joy of life at Mamie's. Old jazz filling every corner of the house. Good conversations around the fireplace. Fresh crispy air. Sunlight. Tickets have been bought. I feel like I can breathe only when boarding the plane. Other than heading for France, my goal is to live according to Mark Twain's advice: "Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt. Sing like nobody's listening; live like it's heaven on earth."   -  Mark Twain ~*♥*~

That Sweet Sweet Soul music...

Put down your  burden for a little while - should you have one on your shoulders - and listen. Just listen... And I promise,  the mellowness of Otis Redding will rub off on you... And make life - and everything - a little bit easier.

Should you still need some more soul to your day, Try a little Tenderness... ~****~

~* Tango *~

One day, a friend of mine listed things she'd want to do in this life - her dreams, basically. And suddenly I realized just how fortunate I really am. I'd done or experienced more or less everything in her top ten. This is not to say that I no longer have things to dream of... OhNoNo. With this appetite for life, I'll probably stay busy for the next fifty years or so. For example, one little dream that still remains to be fulfilled is learning to dance the Tango. Argentinian, preferably.

I adore Al Pacino's comment on the clip: "There are no mistakes in tango, darling. Not like life." A friend of mine who really knows Argentinian tango describes it as an artform. The beauty of it, according to her, is that the man improvises the dance as he goes along. So the woman learns to read his next moves from his eyes and gestures, and reacts to them simultaneously. Sounds intense. Beautiful. Powerful. ...And more than a little bit tricky. Well... The best things rarely are the easiest... Right? ~*♥*~