Geneva: Rue des Magnolias

Geneva I am walking past the cows in Chambésy when I encounter her. She engages me in conversation and is very patient with my struggles to express myself in French. She says “Mon mari est au ciel.”

Faced with a danger that poses a risk to myself and everyone else in the van, I am unable to act. Exasperated, she takes control of the situation, displacing me and ensuring safety and survival for all of us.

I wash my laundry in the bathtub and then use a portable drying rack to dry the clothes outdoors. The owner of the house, who I’ve never met, not only moves the rack out of sight but ties it down to prevent me from moving it again. My objective is to put it where the sun is shining. Her objective is to keep her property looking pristine.

He has a deeply spiritual relationship with music. He tells me that he has listened to John Coltrane for years but only recently understood what Coltrane was about. Now he listens to Coltrane as if for the first time.

Geneva: Bar du Nord

Geneva She comes across his journal and finds documented there details of his infidelity. When she confronts him he claims it was merely an exercise in creative writing. She believes him until it becomes impossible to deny the truth; then she forgives him.

Under his black linen jacket Tom is wearing a white t-shirt with a photo of Dennis Hopper. The bartender at Bar du Nord bonds with Tom over their shared enthusiasm for Dennis Hopper. He recommends a fifteen-year-old Laphroaig. That proves to be a bad idea.

I have a bad habit of sensing that it’s time to leave and then just leaving. That’s what I did this evening; however, I took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in France.

Geneva: Le Lyrique

Geneva Maria is Italian. Her husband, Peter, is Scottish. They met in Russia but now live in Grand Saconnex. Their two young daughters converse fluidly in Italian, English, Russian and French, slipping from one language to another often in mid-sentence. I am entrusted with their home while they are away with my only responsibility being to water Maria’s plants. Maria never speaks to me again after returning home to find her plants decimated.

Peter takes soil from Maria’s pots and uses it to create the Golem. I travel with the Golem and he keeps me in a constant state of confusion. At times he is a victim; at times he is a villain; often he is both.

Geneva: Petit Saconnex

Geneva It is only after the fact that I discover the couscous I had for lunch was made with horse meat.

Leaving our bikes outside we seek respite from the heat among the cool, dark stone walls of the monastery. Halili brought a mango which she shares with me. The sticky, fleshy fruit is very sensual. Halili refers to the experience as the fall of mango.

We have just heard that Saddam Hussein has invaded Kuwait. We are all shocked and terrified, fearing the worst. Is this the beginning of World War III? What path will the escalation take? Somehow being in Europe it feels more immediate. In North America there seems to be a greater detachment. How many there even know where Kuwait is? Global conflicts have been waged on European soil within human memory; the same cannot be said about North America. There is a buffer of abstraction.

Zagreb: Dolac Market

Geneva Doug is a fish biologist. He studies the impact on fish of aquatic habitat disruption. He loves to go fishing with his buddies. So when I brought a large fish for the family meal I assumed that Doug would know the secret to cooking the fish, and that he would also enjoy eating it. It turns out Doug actually doesn’t like to eat fish and never cooks it. He enjoys the sport of fishing but doesn’t care to eat what he catches. So I struggle through the process of roasting the fish and then watch Doug poke at his dinner with distaste.

This is the first time I have invited Joyce to have dinner at my place. I have made a Scotch broth and she seems to be enjoying it until she pauses and asks what the meat is. I tell her it is lamb. She looks like she is going to retch and says “I don’t eat lamb.”

Geneva: Stade des Charmilles

Geneva He used to spend every Saturday morning nursing his hangover while watching English football. Now he no longer drinks and he prefers watching American baseball because he doesn’t care about it. English football was too emotionally demanding.

He said he almost married his cousin who is a famous Canadian author and television personality. It’s not clear to me whether he knows that she is a lesbian.

She takes up a knife and does she kill her rapist? No, she is an honourable woman so she plunges the knife into her own breast.

Marianne Bachmeier stands up in court and shoots her daughter’s killer seven times in the back. “This is for you, Anna.”

I comment that Heinz Hermann reminds me of Wayne Gretzky. Such an economical user of the ball. He receives the ball from one teammate and in a heartbeat he has sent it where another teammate can make a productive play.

Geneva: Parc la Grange

Geneva My uncle asks me what I thought of the football game. I shake my head in an attempt to silently suggest “wow, that was something.” Uncle Cyril says “Don’t just shake your head; say something.” I blush and anger and distance myself from Uncle Cyril.

We are seated at the diningroom table with guests. My dad takes out a five dollar bill and waves it at me. He says “I’ll give you five dollars if you’ll yell.” Then he turns to the guests. “Even for money he won’t speak.” I run from the room in tears.

I ask about her family, whether she has any siblings. I ask how long she has lived in Geneva. I ask about her relationship with Jacky. I ask what it is like to work for Hans. She winces, looks out over Parc la Grange and says “You know, conversation is more than just asking questions.”

Sitting by the fort, looking out on the lake, we watch with delight while they strain as if to break free.