I went to Dorothea to work on a project. I had to take interviews of the people staying in Dorothea. When I entered the city, the first thing that came to my mind was the hot weather. It was so hot because of the desert. The architecture of the building was beautiful. Everything about it was so well planned. The people were kind and helpful and did not resist or refused in giving interviews. They had a very simple way of dressing up. They usually wore pastel coloured clothes. Men wore plaid pants and plaid shirt while women wore long cotton blouses and long skirts. Both men as well as women wore jewelleries. They wore silver plated armlets and anklets . While I was taking the interview of a camel driver who brought me to the city from the station, I noticed some people gathering around a place. I got down to see what was happening. This is when I experienced a Dorothean type of wedding. The girl was getting married to young man of the same city but of another quarter. They families were wealthy. They gave the bride’s family expensive goods at the time of marriage. They gave them their daughter and in return the family gave them expensive goods. I asked the camel driver about the system of exchanging goods. He told me that it was a custom that everyone had to follow. I continued taking his interview. He told me about his experience of coming to the city. He came to the city when he was in his youth to earn a living.
How does Calvino describe his cities ?
Calvino describes the city by giving details of the architecture of the city. Four aluminum towers rise from its walls with seven gates on either side with spring operated drawbridges that span the moat whose water fills four canals which cross the city. The city is divided into nine quarters and each quarter has three hundred houses and seven hundred chimneys.
What is the role that monuments play ?
The role of the monuments is to show memory. It shows memory for instance if some person visits some place, he remembers the structure of the buildings, the architecture and it becomes a memory. Whenever he describes that city or hears the name, he is reminded of that structure and the architecture that he saw. Here the structure includes the four aluminum towers, the seven gates, the spring operated drawbridges, the moat, the four green canals, the nine quarters and the three hundred houses with seven hundred chimneys.
How does the urban interact with the natural?
The urban is being referred to the city with aluminum towers, seven gates, spring operated drawbridges, three hundred houses and seven hundred chimneys. The natural here means the moat which is made by nature. The two interact as there is a drawbridge which covers the space overs the moat. This is how the urban, which is the drawbridge, interacts with the natural, the moat as it acts like a bridge over the moat.
How do we distinguish between nature and man made ?
Man made is something that has been made by man and does not exist naturally or is not made by nature. Natural is something that has been created by nature and man has no control over its existence. The aluminum towers, seven gates, drawbridges. Three hundred houses and seven hundred chimneys are all man made. Whereas the moat is made by nature.
Examining structures of the city
The structure of the city has been described by Calvino as : four aluminum towers rise from its walls with seven gates on either side with spring operated drawbridges that span the moat. The city is divided into nine quarters, each with three hundred houses and seven hundred chimneys.
Signifier Signified Literal Meaning
Four aluminium towers tall narrow buildings tall building, either free standing or
forming a part of a building
seven gates barrier/ protector a hinged barrier used to close an
opening in a wall, fence or hedge
drawbridges passage a bridge, especially over a moat which is
hinged at one end so that it may
be raised to prevent people crossing
canals man- made waterway an artificial waterway constructed to
allow the passage of boats or ships
inland or to convey water for irrigation
nine quarters divided into sections be stationed or lodged in a specified
my eye returns to contemplate he is longing to go back to the desert he wants to go back but it is too late
the desert expanses
this path is only one of the many out of many, this was one path out of many, this is one path and others
paths that opened in front of me are yet to open
The uninterrupted and intense heat of the sun
The feel of the grimy sand everywhere
The endless sea of dry desert to be travelled
This is what I had left behind there.
Dorothea, my escape from it all
Thought I would settle down
Away from the grit and the grime
But after so many years I was still dissatisfied.
Once again longing for the feel of the sands
The bumpy camel rides across the miles
The golden sun warm against my skin
The music of the low hum of the voices in the caravan
As we travelled across to unknown places
Miles to be covered, destinations to be reached
Meeting new people discovering new places
An endless journey, this is where I belong, this is what I want.
I came to Dorothea when I was eighteen years old. Before coming to Dorothea, I used to stay with my family in Zaire. My family consists of my mother who is a housewife and would at times help my father in the farm, my father who is farmer and my brother who shifted to Dorothea two years back. I came here in my youth to fulfill my desires, in order to earn a living and support my family. My brother with whom I stay, in Dorothea, is a well known priest. When I came here, the first thing that caught my attention was the people and the clothes that they were wearing. Men usually wore plaid shirts with straight pants and the women wore long skirts with plain coloured blouse. Most of them spoke in their native language as well as English which was a universal language. They did not dress up too fashionably. They are very helpful as they helped me in locating the address that was given to me by my brother. There was a wedding that took place and my brother, being a priest was called for it. He gave me the address and had asked me to come there directly as soon as I got down of the station to witness a Dorothea type of a wedding. The mornings were usually hot and the evenings were a little chilly because of the desert. The architecture of the city cannot be compared to Zaire, which was a rural area. The buildings are so well maintained. The towers, the gates and the drawbridges act as if they are guarding the nine quarters with three hundred houses. The houses were usually one or two storied. I reached the place where the wedding was taking place. I met my brother after a long time. There was so much joy which could not be expressed in words. He introduced me to everyone. They were all very kind and polite. The bride was getting married to a young man of another quarter. This was a custom that was followed by everyone in which the girl had to get married to men of other quarters. This helped them to grow as a city. The families were quite rich and it was more like a barter system that took place. They gave their daughters in the name of marriage and received expensive goods that the families possessed. I came to the city with a desire to earn and support my family. Before coming to the city , the only routes that were familiar to me were the desert and the caravan routes. But it took me years to realize that the decision that I had made which was to stay ,was not the right one. I found myself yearning for the desert and the caravan routes. I have been longing to travel across to unknown places , to feel the sand and the warm sun.This was only one of the many paths that Dorothea offered me and others are yet to discover.
My college had organized a portrait session for two weeks. Everyday a new model would come for the session . All of them were very interactive and would wait back after the session and guide us on our sketches except for one. She would come for the session and as soon as the session would get over, she would leave. She was a beautiful model with coloured eyes, long legs, thin fingers and a perfect figure. I became quite curious as she was not like other models. She always remained quiet . She came twice for the session . On the last day, I decided that I would speak to her . After the session , I quickly packed my bag so that I could speak to her. But before I could speak to her, she left. I was a little disappointed. But then I got over with it thinking that it was not in my luck. The other day I went to the college library to fetch a book on still life and portraits in olden days. I was surprised when I saw a picture of the same model in that book which was over a century old. I could not believe my eyes. I issued the book so that I could show it to my professor. I went to show it to him. But he did not believe me. I tried searching for her in the college records. All the models that came for the session, their details were mentioned in the register. She was the only one whose details were not mentioned. There was no sign of her. It is still a mystery as to who she was and where did she come from.