Victoria Arregui
Thursday, August 18, 2005
  Hi, this is me in English!
If you’d like to meet me in Spanish go to the “Me in Spanish” link.
I was born in Argentina and moved around quite a bit during my childhood. Besides living in many different places in my country, I also lived in England and in Ireland, that’s where I learnt English.
I love music and studied guitar, singing and percussion for some time. Now I only play at Body Work workshops.
After trying several things, including biology! I finally became an English and “Spanish for foreigners” teacher, as well as a Body Work Coordinator.
I’ve been teaching and coordinating groups since 1991, and I still enjoy working with people.
I’m particularly interested in the composition of identity, language, expression and body image.
I used to think my areas of interest had nothing in common. However, during the last few years I’ve been working on finding a coherent and personal approach to my work. I feel opening to the possibility of meaningful encounters with others is the best way to achieve this. Our presence and availability, including our fears, knowledge, experiences and interrogations are all we can really offer.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
  History is an angel being blown backwards into the future
Hansel and Gretel are alive and well And they're living in Berlin She is a cocktail waitress He had a part in a Fassbinder film And they sit around at night now drinking schnapps and gin And she says: Hansel, you're really bringing me down And he says: Gretel, you can really be a bitch He says: I've wasted my life on our stupid legend When my one and only love was the wicked witch. She said: What is history? And he said: History is an angel being blown backwards into the future He said: History is a pile of debris And the angel wants to go back and fix things To repair the things that have been broken But there is a storm blowing from Paradise And the storm keeps blowing the angel backwards into the future And this storm, this storm is called Progress
(Laurie Anderson, Strange Angels, song: The Dream Before)
“In the mornings I can never remember your name”, said Adrian.(...)And there I was, crying awake every night next to him. Trembling and saying my name over and over again, trying to remember who I was. (E. Jong, “Fear of flying”)

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  • Some of my writings about the body and its metaphors, about personal & professional roles, etc.
  • Me in Spanish.