Mickael has arrived in New York on a 1-week trip thanks to his tourist visa. Praying Green Card is not too far behind.
— cu Mickael Lafarge.
At Film Forum to see „Timbuktu” with Mickael Lafarge. Missing Baba Ahmed
My husband — Mickael Lafarge — is visiting me for the first time in New York. And the day we chose for his arrival? Tuesday. Tomorrow. Possibly the day of one of the biggest blizzards in New York City history. Have not been able to sleep as I anxiously wait to see if his flight arrives, or if he is marooned for hours / days in Paris during his connection.
Many thanks to Peter Theophilus Padnos for his kindness and willingness to host one of the Lost Boys of Cameroon during what could be a multi-day layover in Paris.
When I was 11, a year after moving to the United States, my mom and grandmother made plans to take me to Disneyland, the ultimate dream of any new immigrant Tween. I couldn’t stand the wait, and I counted down the days.
Literally the night before our trip, I came down with a fever and my skin started to itch like crazy. Yup. I came
down with measles the night before my first-ever trip to the Magic Kingdom, and Disneyland was put off indefinitely. That same year, I got mumps just before my very first Halloween in America.
I have no philosophical objection to vaccinations — it’s just that in Romania, babies in the 1970s were not vaccinated for MMR (measles / mumps / Rubella). By contrast, unlike most kids here, I was vaccinated for TB which left a penny-sized scar in my arm.
But this brings me to measles: I still remember how awful the itching was and how the fever made me feel like the sheets were burning my skin. But far worse than the virus was missing my initial chance to see Mickey and Minnie. If memory serves me right, I was at home for a week — really not a big deal when you consider that some colds have had me in bed for that long. I asked my mom (a dentist) and my dad (a pediatrician) why they didn’t vaccinate me for measles, which is called „pojar ” in Romania?
They said it wasn’t prescribed. But they also had a bit of Behind-the-Iron-Curtain perspective.
My mom’s answer (translated from Romanian): „Man these Americans need to spend a few years living under communism to grow some balls — they’re scared of a small thing like measles? Try the bubonic plague. That’s what used to scare us.”