Working life...(25/10)

Is my work interesting? It is something imaginative, promotional, always positive, always about people, place, meeting place, a confluence of information and dissemination, an art about understanding and imagination again. This should be the nature of the work, but execution is always something very fatigue and varied...I am working at an enormous alimentation trade fair this week, and in a day, I met people of different kinds...the manager of the top farmhouse of live poultry in France who looks for export in Asia, a wholesaler from Oslo searching sources of fresh vegetable from China and Hong Kong, a German specialising in sterilisation of food processing. Some traders from Chile look for information of Hong Kong in Paris...the specialist of mushroom examines the blossoming of mushrooms, another one work on peanuts. I learn about the origin of the Chinese chestnut from Zhenghua, which poses a different life form of the chataignier on Champs Elysees. Farming industry, a collage of alimentation and science - human innocence - it is a reflective recognition of mankind and culture. The trains were jammed with visitors and businessmen, a cozy environment to practise intimacy. Adaptation, exchange - it was the intangible mobile network of networking. Met an Italian from Naples, we talked about Pompeii. There was a strolling flash back of time and age. Life is to gather people into the showcase for their own show. A beloved one composes of pieces, before the scattered edges fade and decompose. Light a magnifying glass with lilac flame, we see the inside of the whole.

I went to Rungis early in the morning. It is another world that co-exists with dreams and midnight tales. This world inverts the handles on the clock in time, a midnight business, and simply framed with its scale, it exists and it subsists with its unlimited boundary. It forms a 12,000-employed micro-economy. All related, and all interacted, simply like a hair salon that serves the owl population. The food Rungis handled composes of 70% of total products in France, a feeding for 80 millions people. Divided into numerous pavilions, the fresh market demonstrates a modern logistic system in orders and procedures. Sometimes, we live somewhere too far away from the reality. That is the reason why we can still sense the distance, hopefully. I like a lot the greenhouse cafe located at the centre of the poultry pavilion. It is the grand place of the workers, and it is a live showroom of happy hours. Six is not only late but too late, and a day could only commence by this collective combination of resonance in the dawn prelude. Workers wear in white, and this is just an identity of being into it. This is a circle of a self-centred geometric scope. Love it or not.

I have my day and my weeks in examining.