Trinidad and Tobago - SILVER

I am proud of us.








The red represents the vitality of the land and the people. The warmth, strength and energy of the sun, and the courage & friendliness of the people. The white stands for the sea by which the land is bound.The cradle of our heritage. The purity of national aspirations and the equality of all men. The black represents strength, unity and purpose. The natural wealth of the land. The dedication of the people joined together by one strong bond. Together the colours chosen represent the elements Earth , Water and Fire which encompass all our past, present and future and inspire us as one united, vital, free and dedicated people.


Richard Thompson is in the 100m final today. 

*EDIT: SILVER, of course Bolt was phenomenal but then Jamaica always takes our limelight, lol.  He worked hard and he deserves his win.  Of course no BBC, no CNN, no media to focus on our athlete but that's ok...we don't need them.

Edinburgh

I haven't had time to update.  I've had some bad moments, self-doubt mainly, the nerve-wracking moments where you sit and realise you're not young anymore and getting older.  The movie Elegy struck hard...there is a Kepesh in all of us I think;  full of the illusion of our potential only to realise that in our vanity it slipped away when we were still busy preening before the mirror.   Time flies when you're not looking.

Edinburgh was full of them, the young.  They were full of flyers, full of noise and quickness and laughter, with pink hair and tights and bohemian freedom, and they made me very, very sad.  It was exhilarating though simply because being young, they aren't selfish; they want everyone to feel like them.  The Fringe Festival was full of people posting plays and up ahead on the cliff was the Castle looming like an ancient emperor...it has seen centuries go by, been conquered, been restructured, and restored.  Still, it is just stone...it is we who remember.

On the train we met some Americans, a young boy and his grandfather.  They were 'well-to-do' I believe, the boy attended boarding school and is now going to NYU, I suspect because he secretly wants to be 'real' instead of just rich.  The grandfather was a very affable and settled person. They had been to Culloden to visit some distant relatives as they originated from Scotland...I believe their surname was Forbes.  The boy was stopping off in Edinburgh to visit a school friend.  It struck me then how very different Americans are to the upper class in the UK.   He not only allowed us to sit near them but also was quite pleased to converse with us.  I think perhaps a British person might have simply found another seat.  Well, some of them.

D is back.  He is a beautiful person, and I am not his equal.  He is trying to get me to go out more...I am putting up a fight, lol.  I like to be depressed, it is familiar to me.

My pictures are not clear enough, I am trying to get a nice secondhand one...if anyone has suggestions please let me know. 



( Nemo me impune lacessit )