Tuesday, March 25, 2008
It seems to be a pagan tradition, but then again why is it on Easter Monday? Well, there are actually some other pre-Christian celebrations that take place in the same day with religious celebrations. Maybe it's because when people got Christined religious authorities wanted to eclipse previous celebrations, by integrating or explaining them by Christian ones.
Anyway, noways it doesn't really matter, you just water anybody. You can even water old ladies on the tram (while taking their seat, hehe), I guess they wouldn't mind, as long as it brings good luck...
I didn't have the chance to take part directly in it, however. Still, I got wet since it rained all day. How appropriate for wet Monday, as a friend commented, frustrated that we couldn't play frisbee.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, the great Easter lunch: I boiled some soup pasta (I didn't have any normal one) I fried two large onions (carefully cutting out the brownish middle of one of them that was nominated for throwing away; I used the white part though :P), then I added a bit of chicken breast and since it wasn't enough I added a tuna can, then some tomato sauce, and before it was done, la piece de resistance - kiwi. Oh, and of course, sandwich cheese on top (nothing close to parmigiano or any other seasoned cheese). I don't want to hear any Italian again that you're not supposed to add cheese on tuna pasta. It was pasta con con tollo (or con ponno, I'm not really sure). I must say it was great. The sweet-sour taste of kiwi payed off.
I tried to get on without dinner and it was working really nice before my stomach uprose at 2am.
I had to cook again. This time I wanted to make it fast as I was starving, so I skipped the onion. I fried/boiled some pork, nicely seasoned, while boiling some potatoes (cut in small pieces to boil faster). I added tomato sauce in the pan and then three eggs. As I wasn't patient enough to mash the potatoes I mixed them with the rest. I added sandwich cheese on top and - dinner is served. It looked like goulash, but it didn't taste like it. It wasn't as bad as it looked. You should try it some time. I ate the rest for lunch the next day. But I survived!!!
I can't wait to get home for the real Easter. I hope I'll find sarmale and lamb steak. And cozonac and pasca, of course...
Monday, February 11, 2008
It has taught me a lesson, a lesson about death and about loosing your humanity. And I’m talking about both sides now. The only difference is that one side was forced into it while the other one possessed free will. I am curious how can one possibly continue their lives thinking of themselves as being human after doing that. Were there good persons amongst them, or they have been equally brainwashed and turned into such beasts. The good part is that their successors learned the best lesson from it. They are the ones that would understand this place best upon visiting it, on whose faces you would read terror after seeing and hearing about those things. They will always hold flowers that they will leave at memorials. This is why I totally disagree with most of Poles that cannot distinguish between Nazis and Germans and they ignorantly hate them equally. This is not how you will never learn lessons from history and on the contrary you risk repeating the same mistakes over and over again.
Nevertheless, this place should never be visited. It is the saddest page of our recent history, which I think we managed to turn a long time ago. Besides that, there are people that are too ignorant to understand anything from it. Fed with consumer’s society low quality fiction they cannot distinguish it from reality. And they love these kind of tragic (but not real, because they are not psychologically capable of coping with real tragic) stories so much that they want to connect their names with it. I can see no other explanation for people engraving their names in the walls of these barracks. Now here’s to all the people out there that like to do that:
I hope you are proud of what you did, at least I am very proud of sharing this world with people like you!
Saturday, February 2, 2008
I tried to come up with explanations and this is the best one I could find - in the struggle of an unsaturated market to attract as many consumers as possible, no matter what the costs are for now, they keep stores open almost all the time. Which for me is great, since I have such a chaotic schedule. So it didn’t happen just once that I went to Tesco at 1am after getting back from a beer meeting. And then the shopping malls. During the week they are open until 10pm. And then there is Empik – what will you do if you want to buy a book at 10pm, or a DVD – not a problem. Clothing outlets open late even in the weekends, supermarkets open till 11pm and so on. This is nightshopping and I love it. I remember Italy. It took me so long to get used to the 3 hour midday break. Recently I was chatting with a friend of mine that lives in the Netherlands. It was on a Friday afternoon and she told me that she has to flee. She was going shopping because if she didn’t do it right away she couldn’t have bought anything until Monday.
Well, obviously not a problem here…
Monday, January 7, 2008
I am not arguing that harming animals is not wrong, but I am also not very sure if it is a bad thing to eat meat, after all it is in our nature. Of course, it wouldn’t hurt to try eating just as much we need. I have never been to Asia, so I wouldn’t know it, but I’ve been told by almost every Asian person I met that us, Europeans, eat much more meat than they do; actually, much more food, generally speaking.
So, we are intelligent creatures and we gradually became more tolerant and less ignorant and violent. In the past we did abominable things to our fellow humans, things that today we like to think of as being hateful to do even on animals. Evolution is natural, but I don’t know if the natural way of evolving is by stopping killing or even harming animals just because they suffer. Humans too, suffer because of other humans (or sometimes because of animals). We still go to war for doubtful reasons.
I think harming animals is an issue of each of ours beliefs. We cannot all stop eating animals at once just because we should be more tolerant towards them. It is in the earthling’s nature to eat other creatures. Animals eat other animals; if we care that much about them shouldn’t we convince them not to, anymore?
Saturday, January 5, 2008
What is the source of our ignorance? How much is it left where it comes from? These are questions that we may ask ourselves before trying to answer another apparently simple question: “Am I a good person?”
What makes us think that just because we share some beliefs with other persons they are the right ones. Why do we obdurately reject any other paradigm? Obviously, we can’t be sure that we follow the right one since we don’t have arguments for it, since we don't even care about finding them.
Most of us eat meat. In most of the cultures the person that does not eat meat (a vegetarian) is regarded either as an eccentric or afraid of having weight problems (they think that they are more prone to overweight if they eat meat). Part of what we think about them is true, since they claim that they don’t want to harm animals, but most of them eat milk products or eggs, and sometimes even fish. So they are not truly vegetarians since for sure fish can feel pain and most of the milking cows and hens for eggs are harmed in different ways.
But there are many persons that truly do not want to harm animals, and still, they usually receive the same kind of treatment, even those that were raised with such beliefs. I am ashamed at myself that recently I ignorantly disregarded somebody that really believed in it. This person is an Indian. I would say that is the first Indian that I got to know. I knew a bit about the Indian culture, but still I believed that he was doing it to get more attention. But then, after a few days I found out he is in fact a Brahmin, and I was very embarrassed. The Brahmin caste is the highest one and according to the sacred books they are not allowed to harm animals.
It is such a bad thing to judge a person by your culture, by your beliefs; it is the worst form of intolerance. Sometimes I am ashamed that I am European (and I'm talking about the culture, not necessarily the continent)...