Jesus in a haze of glory....
My morning drive along the road at Punta Kelapa caused me to remark on a new development - the number of people wearing face masks against the ever-more visible air pollution levels in the city. I've seen lots of little fires of rubbish and underbrush over the past week or so. That combined with the daily splutterings of the old rattletraps and the copious emissions from the innumerable SUVs all add up to make quite a toxic soup. And as I glance across the bay, no doubt the Christ figure is spluttering his lungs out, his arms outstretched crying "Eli, eli lama sabachtani (my lord, my lord why hast thou forsaken me?)"
The election fever is gaining momentum. Everywhere colourful flags of the different parties are flapping, posters making impossible promises shout from every second lamp post, every other wall. Areas of influence and support are clearly delineated by the identity of the party whose flags are flying. I even saw one poster imaging a future for Dili filled with skyscrapers, glinting and gleaming metal and glass superstructures heralding an island-state plugged into the big bad world. Maybe that party should not win?
My morning drive along the road at Punta Kelapa caused me to remark on a new development - the number of people wearing face masks against the ever-more visible air pollution levels in the city. I've seen lots of little fires of rubbish and underbrush over the past week or so. That combined with the daily splutterings of the old rattletraps and the copious emissions from the innumerable SUVs all add up to make quite a toxic soup. And as I glance across the bay, no doubt the Christ figure is spluttering his lungs out, his arms outstretched crying "Eli, eli lama sabachtani (my lord, my lord why hast thou forsaken me?)"
The election fever is gaining momentum. Everywhere colourful flags of the different parties are flapping, posters making impossible promises shout from every second lamp post, every other wall. Areas of influence and support are clearly delineated by the identity of the party whose flags are flying. I even saw one poster imaging a future for Dili filled with skyscrapers, glinting and gleaming metal and glass superstructures heralding an island-state plugged into the big bad world. Maybe that party should not win?
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