Pedro is the latest addition to this blog's list of contributors, with one or two more expected within the next week... Read more about this blog's recent evolution here.
Probably this will be the most difficult post during my whole contribution to The Lost Boys. It is never easy for me to write about myself (and probably that says more about me than much that I could write) especially on the expectation of future meta-analysis on these lines. All this blabbering could be shortened with an invitation of yours for a drink so we could get to know each other but for that you just need to fly, drive, hitchhike yourself to Portugal’s capital, Lisbon. Yes, the tail of the actual Europe leftover (I’ll try to avoid politics and economics references although it’s been my life these past months considering the big economical crisis the EU’s drowning in).
My name is Pedro Marum, non native English speaker, Portuguese from core to shell, with a foreigner soul. I was born 22 years ago at Loulé, south Portugal’s village very famous for its unavoidable touristic attractions such as paradisiacal beaches, golf camps, sunny weather and drunken girls. By the age of 17, I moved out from the countryside to this fabulous and big (or not so big) city, with my head full of projects and my lungs full of Koch’s bacillus. Yes, one week after my arrival I started spitting blood, just like Satine from Moulin Rouge (not in such a romantic way). I could tell the rest of the story, something that I might do one day, but the important is that I was a person used to live with the disease and tuberculosis was my fatal motivation to attend to health sciences studies, course I am about to finish next year. Pairing this interest on health sciences, which turned out to be an health issues related to the LGBT community interest, I was (am) in love with cinema.
It’s inevitable to relate my path, as a natural transgressor, this love for movies and my own persona with, obviously, queer cinema. That led me to do some volunteering work on the well known Lisbon Queer Film Festival, 13th edition in 2009. Since I've got invited to work with them as part of the full-time team, the years have passed, and I proudly say this last edition was my second year as Press Officer and my first year as Volunteer Coordinator on this fantastic Film Festival. Further information about it will come on the right time and I think I’m already trailing out of my path. Thank you so much Knegt for this exciting experience that you ended up involving me in, “it actually should be a lot of fun”!
From now on I hope to spread some of my love and interest on a multiplicity of topics through this blog. Now I have to run, Philip Glass’s ‘Satyagraha’ is about to start, live from Metropolitan Opera, and I still have to find my ticket.
See you soon!
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