I had a hotel in Africa, in the mud city of Djenne by the
Bani, a tributary to the Niger, the life blood of Mali.
When I think of that time now, sitting in my Notting Hill flat
with the November rains battering my window panes those days have taken on
something fantastical, it is as if it never really happened. Yet it did. This
entity called Hotel Djenne Djenno came together out of nothing, it existed for twelve
years and then it ceased to exist. And within that time and within those
mudwalls which encircled the hotel a whole new world was born. From within that
little world it is possible to extract a million stories if one is only able to
choose the right combinations. It is the storyteller’s job to choose those
combinations, and I know I must now try. I owe it to this ‘thing’ which was my
hotel and to all those that worked with me and I owe it just to the fact that
it actually worked!
My hotel is like a friend or a beloved that has passed away.
It is virtually impossible to conceive that they are gone. How could something
so real and tangible be just gone? Where did it go? Does it exist somewhere
in another world? Is there some sort of heaven for hotels or places? Maybe it exists as long as someone still remembers it?
The last days when the mattresses and the ceiling fans and the chairs from the bar were being removed, piled up on the donkey carts and disappearing down the dirt track the hotel was in its death throes, it was like seing the last breaths of someone beloved, almost like sitting by my Keita’s bed as he left me... but I am getting ahead of myself. Where was I ? Should I start at the beginning?
The last days when the mattresses and the ceiling fans and the chairs from the bar were being removed, piled up on the donkey carts and disappearing down the dirt track the hotel was in its death throes, it was like seing the last breaths of someone beloved, almost like sitting by my Keita’s bed as he left me... but I am getting ahead of myself. Where was I ? Should I start at the beginning?
You did it. You did something no-one else I know could have done. Yours is a rich, rich life tapestry...
ReplyDeleteThank you David- I am thrilled and moved that you been such a faithful commentator and followed me all these years. I will try and put it together, starting this coming week. But probably keep most of it out of this journal.. xx
ReplyDeleteOh yesss! You did it!!! And we had a chance to appreciate your "creature"! We loved it! Thank you for trying to make these wonderful days live again! And don't be afraid... we do remember it! Et pour bien longtemps encore... On te souhaite plein de courage pour l'écriture qui ne sera probablement pas toujours aisée et on attend deja impatiemment ta nouvelle création.
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