Today in my French multiculturalism class we finished a film
that we started last week called Un
Prophète (A Prophet). It was very
good and very intense. It is a film
about a young man sent to a French prison for a six year term when he is
eighteen and how he becomes embroiled in the Corsican mafia as he tries to
survive. It has a lot of psychological
elements to it and a lot of social undertones and religious symbolism. I highly recommend it.
Today is Mardi Gras, which is a pretty big deal in France,
with Roman Catholicism being the majority religion. My host family is also Catholic, so we
celebrated by making and eating as many crèpes as is humanly possible to
consume. It was intense and I’m still
reeling from the experience, but it was fantastic. I missed having Pączki, but I
suppose that I’ve been spoiled by growing up in an ethnic polish region and/or
having a second-generation Polish roommate who would bring me authentic Pączki
on Mardi Gras. To console myself, I
settled with bugnots, a deep-fried, sugar-coated, just-over-bite-sized French
pseudo-doughnut. They were an acceptable
substitute, but I do prefer my Polish artery-clogger from back home.
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