Institut Valencià d'Art Modern (IVAM) presents The century of Giorgio de Chirico. Metaphysics and Architecture, on view through February 17th, 2008. Velvet Eyes and Leather Gloves, 40 Years After Their Honeymoon in Venezia Say Goodbye To The Continent Of Their Memories.

Institut Valencià d'Art Modern (IVAM) presents The century of Giorgio de Chirico (Piazza d'Italia, 1913). Metaphysics and Architecture, on view through February 17th, 2008. Velvet Eyes and Leather Gloves, 40 Years After Their Honeymoon in Venezia Say Goodbye To The Continent Of Their Memories.

Velvet Eyes: Before To Leave For Vietnam, Our Last Visit In Europe Was A Spanish Valencia Weekend With The Stars! 10th New Episode (1962). Publication: Sept 10, 2009. A Story By Mike Fuller, PhD.

Salvador Dali Masterpiece About Football. Velvet And Leather Did Not Know That The Rules Of Soccer Are Not The Football Ones But Closer To Rugby.

Salvador Dali Masterpiece About Football. Velvet And Leather Did Not Know That The Rules Of Soccer Are Not The Football Ones But Closer To Rugby.

Velvet Eyes: Soccer’s Rules Are Strange When You Are More Than A Supporter, A Player For One Day in Manchester, UK! 9th New Episode (1958). Publication: Sept 9, 2009. A Story By Mike Fuller, PhD.

I was retired now but still living in Prague where Valentine continued working at the Embassy, reopened after the war. Malcolm arrived after us in Tel Aviv but he did not look well. He was a banker in London where we had been invited many times but we refused to go more than once for the reason that I did not really appreciate his wife. He told us that he was too busy because of his job and he did not have the time to relax. I explained him that relaxation is more than an art, a gift that you get after you express yourself enough to win when you fight for a cause that is yours. He smiled. His mother was going to a meeting of Jewish women that day about the program of development of Israel, then we decided to go the theater to see an American movie, I don’t remember the title but it was a great one and we laughed, we laughed. It must have been a Jerry Lewis movie!
Tel Aviv was a smart town, with a great design for the streets that looked poor but urban and well organized with nice colors for the cars that never drove too fast and a sun that was sending us its best, all the time. 30 years after our wedding, I did not feel like an old man, and I was thinking recurrently about all our adventures. I was there and not there and I had a lot of persons to call. I forgot the list at the hotel this day when I had a drink with Isidore Maayan who was a professor at the university of Tel Aviv, a very new one with already young students, who wanted to know about their future, he told me, more than the past, that they left in Europe. It was the contrary for me and I remembered him and me in the streets of Prague in 1929 when we heard about the Crash in Wall Street in the newspapers of the day. He said: “that’s something unique and terrible for your country. I am afraid that it will create a panic worldwide. But there will not be a war right now because Europe is in peace, but you America, when you’re sick, there is a danger, for the democracy, all around the world.” I agreed and we decided to go to my office in order to read more about the Wall Street crisis and try to understand. He was a young professor at that time and his specialization was international law. I met him at the Prague university several times, then he decided to leave for Belgium in 1935 and I received letters from him twice a year. A very good man, now in his 60 and so young looking.”
Valentine stayed with Malcolm in the hotel as our son did not sleep the night before. We decided in the evening that it was better for him to go back to London because he was really in a strange mood and obviously exhausted by his life and his job. We were at the airport to say goodbye and he told us that he would come to Prague to visit us one day soon. I was concerned about his health, he was kind of fragile and he promised to go to the doctor when in England. There was a banquet for us the same evening with a group of people that we did not know but they created a historic society about the victims of Nazism and Europe before the Third Reich. Everybody was singing some old Jewish songs when we arrived and it was truly emotional and historic for us as Valentine showed them respect and love for Israel and its people by saying: “we are all Jews now and we practice your religion every time we promote your blessed state and read the Torah. You are a part of the history of the world, the best part.” Everybody applauded, I was crying a little and I touched her hand when she looked at me and said: “you don’t know all that things, you’re too young but you’re wise!!”
When we left Israel, we had the feeling that it was the beginning of a new era, for us and for everybody. The sea was quiet as usual, the world was not safer but we were certain that, sooner or later, Israel would become the principal location for hope in a better universe, without hate and fights, with some solidarity shared by everyone.

“I was retired now but still living in Prague where Valentine continued working at the Embassy, reopened after the war. Malcolm arrived after us in Tel Aviv but he did not look well. He was a banker in London where we had been invited many times but we refused to go more than once for the reason that I did not really appreciate his wife. He told us that he was too busy because of his job and he did not have the time to relax. I explained him that relaxation is more than an art, a gift that you get after you express yourself enough to win when you fight for a cause that is yours. He smiled. His mother was going to a meeting of Jewish women that day about the program of development of Israel, then we decided to go the theater to see an American movie, I don’t remember the title but it was a great one and we laughed, we laughed. It must have been a Jerry Lewis movie!

Tel Aviv was a smart town, with a great design for the streets that looked poor but urban and well organized with nice colors for the cars that never drove too fast and a sun that was sending us its best, all the time. We were in Jaffa to appreciate the origins and the time it takes to build a culture. 30 years after our wedding, I did not feel like an old man, and I was thinking recurrently about all our adventures. I was there and not there and I had a lot of persons to call. I forgot the list at the hotel this day when I had a drink with Isidore Maayan who was a professor at the university of Tel Aviv, a very new one with already young students, who wanted to know about their future, he told me, more than the past, that they left in Europe. It was the contrary for me and I remembered him and me in the streets of Prague in 1929 when we heard about the Crash in Wall Street in the newspapers of the day. He said: “that’s something unique and terrible for your country. I am afraid that it will create a panic worldwide. But there will not be a war right now because Europe is in peace, but you America, when you’re sick, there is a danger, for the democracy, all around the world.” I agreed and we decided to go to my office in order to read more about the Wall Street crisis and try to understand. He was a young professor at that time and his specialization was international law. I met him at the Prague university several times, then he decided to leave for Belgium in 1935 and I received letters from him twice a year. A very good man, now in his 60 and so young looking.”

tel aviv

Tel Aviv Celebrates Its 100th Anniversary in 2009. "We knew That The City Would Grow Fast To Look Like An European Capitale And Even More."

http://www.telavivfoundation.org

Valentine stayed with Malcolm in the hotel as our son did not sleep the night before. We decided in the evening that it was better for him to go back to London because he was really in a strange mood and obviously exhausted by his life and his job. We were at the airport to say goodbye and he told us that he would come to Prague to visit us one day soon. I was concerned about his health, he was kind of fragile and he promised to go to the doctor when in England. There was a banquet for us the same evening with a group of people that we did not know but they created a historic society about the victims of Nazism and Europe before the Third Reich. Everybody was singing some old Jewish songs when we arrived and it was truly emotional and historic for us as Valentine showed them respect and love for Israel and its people by saying: “we are all Jews now and we practice your religion every time we promote your blessed state and read the Torah. You are a part of the history of the world, the best part.” Everybody applauded, I was crying a little and I touched her hand when she looked at me and said: “you don’t know all that things, you’re too young but you’re wise!!”

When we left Israel, we had the feeling that it was the beginning of a new era, for us and for everybody. The sea was quiet as usual, the world was not safer but we were certain that, sooner or later, Israel would become the principal location for hope in a better universe, without hate and fights, with some solidarity shared by everyone. “

Velvet Eyes: My Main Goal Was This Trip In Tel-Aviv, Our Couple Needed To Enjoy Some Time With The Jewish People! 8th New Episode (1952). Publication: Sept 8, 2009. A Story By Mike Fuller, PhD. All rights reserved.

Marc Chagall - La Mariee (1927). Jonathan and Valentine Were in Israel In The 1950's Because They Wanted To Visit The Country And Meet The People Who Built It As An Eternal Dream On Earth Like Their Love.

Marc Chagall - La Mariee (1927). Jonathan and Valentine Were in Israel In The 1950's Because They Wanted To Visit The Country And Meet The People Who Built It As An Eternal Dream On Earth Like Their Love.

We were to Varsovia, Warsaw, before the War and I liked it a lot. People were really so happy in this town, capital of Poland, even if they were not rich. A mood of gentleness was in the air and we had several splendid weekends with Val there. Now, it would be probably something else after the city was a martyr of the Germans. About 85% of Warsaw had been destroyed, including the historic Old Town and the Royal Castle. Hitler ordered at the end of the war the entire city to be razed to the ground! It was a vision of ruins and apocalypse. I could not imagine more destruction in one only place and it gave me the idea to write an article about it. Like the Phoenix, Warsaw will live again and more and more with new buildings, new progress, new spirit of development.
I was invited by a historic society for a conference, in the suburbs, about the role of the Resistance in Europe during the War. Valentine could not come with me because she was obliged to attend an important meeting of the Museums of Prague, decided at the last minute. But she scheduled to join us for the conference the following day. It created a source of confusion and I was at the train station and did not find her. Her train was blocked in Lodz on its way to Warsaw, she called the hotel and gave a phone number. She could not be there for the conference but she would work on another objective of this travel: to locate a couple of people who expressed us, before the war, their interest for the United states, during their stay in Prague: Mr. and Mrs. Glogow. I would join Valentine after the conference in Lodz, it was the best to do because everything was so complicated here and a crowd of busy people always around you gave you the feeling that you were lost or not at the right place.
The conference was a long one and I analyzed, for every European country, the importance of the  population resistance against the Third Reich. There were in the audience some historians, journalists and veterans and they told me at the cocktail after my speech that they were surprised by my knowledge and all the details I gave. “For an American, You have the culture and the contacts of an European insider!” They were readers of our clandestine magazine ‘Live Freedom’, so I informed them that we were stopping its monthly publishing next month, now that the war was over. Some of them asked for the text of the conference and I replied that it would be published in the last issue of our magazine. We did a great job with this publication and the whole collection was now available in important public libraries of the continent.
I was thinking about Ignacy and Giertruda Glogow. They were a couple of lawyers in Warsaw in the 1930’s. They came to Prague for some vacation and heard about my solidarity work at the American Embassy. So they wanted to meet me with Valentine and invited us for a lunch in one of the best restaurants of the capital. They were really generous fellows and they decided to send a check of a very important amount to a non-profit that we supported, specialized to give assistance to the unemployed people from the small cities of Czechoslovakia. I was surprised by this decision and I told them that they would be our guests next time they would come in Prague and we would go together to several little towns to see the social system and check that poverty was reduced. They told me: “next year!” but it was already 1937 and there was no next year without war and chaos.
I called them a couple of times in Poland and they were preparing a move to another place in the country as Warsaw was for them a part of their past because they lost their clients who were, almost all of them, Jewish people. Unfortunately, I lost the sheet of paper where I wrote the name of the town where they were relocating. I was upset not to find it during weeks but I thought that after the war, I would go there and check their name in the phone books in Warsaw. I always kept this idea in mind but when I was there, the incident of Valentine’s train after her first postponement for my conference were events that made me forget to go to the central post office. So I left for Lodz the following day, dreaming in the train about the reconstruction of Warsaw, drawing some buildings on a sheet of paper, waiting for my love to be at the train station in this nation of proud folks destroyed by the German fanatics but still alive and ambitious enough to rebuild a future for Poland. Some Polish travelers in the train said “Hello!” to me as they heard I was speaking English and told me: “Thank you America!”. I replied: “War is over, thank you God!”
Our train arrived in Lodz and here too, it was ruins and so many destruction to forget with projects of a better tomorrow. She was waiting for me at the station. I was sure of it and I ran to her, shouting: “Valentine!!”, some flowers, that I bought in Warsaw, in my right hands. “Jo! Jo! I love you!” She kissed me and then told me: “I have a surprise for you my love!” People were looking at us as we didn’t stop kissing and hugging each other. “You know, darling, the Glogow, they live here, in Lodz!! I found in the phone book! I called them, they are inviting us to the restaurant for diner tonight. They sound Ok.” I could not express enough my surprise and my satisfaction. It was a kind of best day of my life. To see again our friends, to know that they were Ok, to be with Valentine, I could have given more in my life to have this incredible moment of peace, tenderness and good news, with my marvelous wife, after so many years together!

We were to Varsovia, Warsaw, before the War and I liked it a lot. People were really so happy in this town, capital of Poland, even if they were not rich. A mood of gentleness was in the air and we had several splendid weekends with Val there. Now, it would be probably something else after the city was a martyr of the Germans. About 85% of Warsaw had been destroyed, including the historic Old Town and the Royal Castle. Hitler ordered at the end of the war the entire city to be razed to the ground! It was a vision of ruins and apocalypse. I could not imagine more destruction in one only place and it gave me the idea to write an article about it. Like the Phoenix, Warsaw will live again and more and more with new buildings, new progress, new spirit of development.

I was invited by a historic society for a conference, in the suburbs, about the role of the Resistance in Europe during the War. Valentine could not come with me because she was obliged to attend an important meeting of the Museums of Prague, decided at the last minute. But she scheduled to join us for the conference the following day. It created a source of confusion and I was at the train station and did not find her. Her train was blocked in Lodz on its way to Warsaw, she called the hotel and gave a phone number. She could not be there for the conference but she would work on another objective of this travel: to locate a couple of people who expressed us, before the war, their interest for the United states, during their stay in Prague: Mr. and Mrs. Glogow. I would join Valentine after the conference in Lodz, it was the best to do because everything was so complicated here and a crowd of busy people always around you gave you the feeling that you were lost or not at the right place.

The conference was a long one and I analyzed, for every European country, the importance of the  population resistance against the Third Reich. There were in the audience some historians, journalists and veterans and they told me at the cocktail after my speech that they were surprised by my knowledge and all the details I gave. “For an American, You have the culture and the contacts of an European insider!” They were readers of our clandestine magazine ‘Live Freedom’, so I informed them that we were stopping its monthly publishing next month, now that the war was over. Some of them asked for the text of the conference and I replied that it would be published in the last issue of our magazine. We did a great job with this publication and the whole collection was now available in important public libraries of the continent.

I was thinking about Ignacy and Giertruda Glogow. They were a couple of lawyers in Warsaw in the 1930’s. They came to Prague for some vacation and heard about my solidarity work at the American Embassy. So they wanted to meet me with Valentine and invited us for a lunch in one of the best restaurants of the capital. They were really generous fellows and they decided to send a check of a very important amount to a non-profit that we supported, specialized to give assistance to the unemployed people from the small cities of Czechoslovakia. I was surprised by this decision and I told them that they would be our guests next time they would come in Prague and we would go together to several little towns to see the social system and check that poverty was reduced. They told me: “next year!” but it was already 1937 and there was no next year without war and chaos.

I called them a couple of times in Poland and they were preparing a move to another place in the country as Warsaw was for them a part of their past because they lost their clients who were, almost all of them, Jewish people. Unfortunately, I lost the sheet of paper where I wrote the name of the town where they were relocating. I was upset not to find it during weeks but I thought that after the war, I would go there and check their name in the phone books in Warsaw. I always kept this idea in mind but when I was there, the incident of Valentine’s train after her first postponement for my conference were events that made me forget to go to the central post office. So I left for Lodz the following day, dreaming in the train about the reconstruction of Warsaw, drawing some buildings on a sheet of paper, waiting for my love to be at the train station in this nation of proud folks destroyed by the German fanatics but still alive and ambitious enough to rebuild a future for Poland. Some Polish travelers in the train said “Hello!” to me as they heard I was speaking English and told me: “Thank you America!”. I replied: “War is over, thank you God!”

Our train arrived in Lodz and here too, it was ruins and so many destruction to forget with projects of a better tomorrow. She was waiting for me at the station. I was sure of it and I ran to her, shouting: “Valentine!!”, some flowers, that I bought in Warsaw, in my right hands. “Jo! Jo! I love you!” She kissed me and then told me: “I have a surprise for you my love!” People were looking at us as we didn’t stop kissing and hugging each other. “You know, darling, the Glogow, they live here, in Lodz!! I found in the phone book! I called them, they are inviting us to the restaurant for diner tonight. They sound Ok.” I could not express enough my surprise and my satisfaction. It was a kind of best day of my life. To see again our friends, to know that they were Ok, to be with Valentine, I could have given more in my life to have this incredible moment of peace, tenderness and good news, with my marvelous wife, after so many years together!”

Velvet Eyes: I Was Looking For Her In Varsovia But She Was Not On Time So I Left And Met Her In Another Town Of The Country! 7th New Episode (1946). Publication: Sept 7, 2009. A Story By Mike Fuller, PhD. All rights reserved.

Joan Miro - Le Coq. They Knew Varsovia But It Was Not The Same Town After The War. Villages Everywhere With Population Rebuilding THeir Life Like In A Novel Mixing Peace And Liberty.

Joan Miro - Le Coq. They Knew Varsovia But It Was Not The Same Town After The War. Villages Everywhere With Population Rebuilding THeir Life Like In A Novel Mixing Peace And Liberty.

Besancon, I like the name of this City. The Embassy was closed and we were living in Switzerland, far away from Prague in a small town where we had nothing to do except to continue our mission of help and tenderness. We had nod the choice according to us: to stay meant to fight the totalitarism, to go back to America would have been to be traitors to all these families and people that we knew and appreciate in Europe, a big continent now devastated by the war and reorganized by armies and dictators. The Department Of State allowed us a permanent vacation status until the end of the war and we felt better to have this position with no pay but so many duties in this neutral state that was protected of the Nazism even if in the middle of its evil empire.

I had no choice: I had to go to Besancon. It was impossible according to Valentine, France was under the control of the German army even if a part (the south) of the Country was less controlled. I did not mind. There was there, in Besancon, a friend of Val’s Family, kind of cousin who lost his mind by staying on location after the Germans enter in Paris. But now it was too late, we supposed he was still there and we had the address written on his letters that we received in Prague until the end of the Peace in Europe. The American embassy in London confirmed us that his family in the States had no news from him.

So I had a project, not alone but with the French Resistance that I met in Geneva some months ago. It was a great idea. These guys were fantastic and they did their best to still supervise the trains network, even if the Nazis did their best to harass every train in the Country but it was not always possible, especially by night. So we thought about organizing the travel of our friend to Spain, first before to go from Spain to Morocco where he could join the Allied or find a plane for America. Nothing was possible regarding Great Britain that was really isolated from France an at war against Germany. Spain was neutral even if ruled by another dictator but Sam Franklin, it was his name, could not stay several more years in this situation in Besancon. We knew that the war would not finish soon and we were conscious that his neighbors helped him but the best for him was to leave. He could be arrested anytime. In some trains the Resistance installed special places below the wagon where a man could travel without being worried by the enemies.

For me, it was different, I went to Besancon in a truck of the French resistance, a truck that was transporting wine and there was enough room for a little secret place where I could stay. I went there like if I was on my way to my work in Prague. No particular stress, no fear. Val felt the same, said: Break a Leg and asked Malcolm to say Goodbye to his dad. “We are proud of you, Dad! You’ll be back soon!!” The family was working on the publication and the diffusion of a weekly magazine that we sent everywhere in Europe to every good resistance through particular networks of men and women who knew how to deal with this kind of confidential and dangerous diffusion. Our target: to say the truth about Nazism, to give true information about their failures and the victories of the ones who still fight against Hitler, to call for patience because the Allied would arrive one day but it was taking the necessary time for a complete success.

In the truck, I was uncomfortable but satisfied and self-confident. I believed a lot in the security of the French Resistance, people who sometimes were communist but they were so committed to help Americans because they knew the war would not be won without us. There were some controls but just routines ones and we arrived in Besancon for the night. There I staid in a Family who owned a Vineyard close to the town and we scheduled my day in Besancon for Tomorrow. The address was 15, rue de la Lorraine and I was there!

Disguised in priest, I arrived with a strong lady of the Resistance who had 2 guns with her. There was no Gestapo, no soldiers, nothing German in the streets. Lucky morning! At the 2 floor normally, there was Sam’s apartment and obviously there was another name on the door. We knocked and somebody was there. A cool French man who told us to have a seat and offered us to eat some cheese with a piece of French bread and some wine. After a while, he was decided to give us the new address of Mr. Franklin. It was a strange one: in the basement of the town’s City Hall!

The Resistance was doing a great job and we were there with a guide: the previous mayor’s brother. It was a kind of headquarters for them and I had some difficulties to find Sam who was sleeping with 5 other refugees protected by the anti-Nazis. I could not stay a lot because our wine truck had to go back to Switzerland the following morning. SO, I just told him that we loved him, he looked so thin and super-sad with little eyes looking nowhere. I said: you’ll do it, my friend. Everything’s almost ready to send you to Spain. There we have partners who will drive you to Morocco, step by step. In Africa, you’ll join our Country.” He repeated everything I said a first time, then began to repeat it a second time when I told him: “That’s it, friend! That’s it Sam! That’s it!” And we laughed together. This is my last memory of Sam Franklin who passed away in his hometown of Atlanta in 1962 because of an accident, he was 53 after almost 20 more years of happiness thanks to the thousands of Nazis fighters who helped him to get back there, including me and Valentine who prayed for our success every morning and every night. Before to leave, I gave to Sam the laissez-passer that probably saved his life. He said: “This is something I will never forget”. I still think about him with Val and he wrote us so many letters in the 1950’s. He was a great man.”

Velvet Eyes: France’s Besancon, Rendezvous Of The Last Chance For Our Friend Who Did Not Know Where To Go! 5th New Episode (1942). Publication: Sept 6, 2009. A Story By Mike Fuller, PhD. All right reserved.

René Magritte's Not to Be Reproduced (La Reproduction Interdit), (1937). In France, The Germans Made The Nation Under Their Control With No Place For Freedom And Friendship But Velvet Eyes Succeeded To Rescue A Friend Of His Family's Wife.

René Magritte's Not to Be Reproduced (La Reproduction Interdit), (1937). In France, The Germans Made The Nation Under Their Control With No Place For Freedom And Friendship But Velvet Eyes Succeeded To Rescue A Friend Of His Family's Wife.

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