So I have been following this debacle over to the West since I saw the election results get torn up live on television in Kara. Talk about lucking out on my weekly trip in! Aside from the weekly trip, I don’t receive too much up to date information as it isn’t exactly a pressing or accessible issue in the countryside. I occasionally pick up on some public sentiment, which is generally positive about either president, and try to read as much information as I can on it during my few hours at the cyber café.
The other day I got to thinking…the whole gang-like, guerilla, and street civil war scene is fairly reminiscent of the movie “City of God,” which chronicles the street violence in Rio de Janeiro. In it, a kid gets his sights set on becoming a photographer and to make a long story short ends up receiving a camera and taking the only pictures of the violence going on. He had a monopoly on the story and the rest is history. It’s an amazing film if you don’t mind reading subtitles. Some of you can probably see where I am going with this. But hey I am a stones throw away from this country in a time of national crisis, all of the peace-keepers/foreigners/international media members are being kicked out, I am street smart, and I speak West African French! It’s a match made in heaven – I bribe a few guards at the boarder, sneak into Abidjan by night, shoot some candids, maybe get a pic or two of one of the presidents (maybe even an interview?), make a mad dash for the boarder, sell the pics and make some mula and a name for myself in the photo-journalism world. All entirely possible, but I don’t have a death wish. I may be spontaneous and even reckless at times, but this one’s a little out there.
It would be one hell of a story though.
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