I have been working with the very young children this week...What means very young? From 5 months old till two years and a half...it is fun but it is not really for me: I like to be there and to play with them, to hug them when they are scared or the cry too long, and to see how spontaneous they are and how much curious but I want to do some activity with the children and not just play with them and wash them three times a day...
Anyway the teachers are happy with me: this woman who works with this group weights probably 150 kilos...I am not joking...and it is incredible to see her taking a baby who is probably 8 kilos...Nele is 8/9 months old...she is so peaceful...not scared by me from the very first day...After the lunch I usually take her, wash her, bring her to her box-bed..she needs to be caressed for five minutes - maybe ten, I have no perception of time while I am there - on her head and then she falls asleep: deeply, like she could find anytime this resort, this hidden place she is the only one who knows where, that absorbs and relaxes the whole of her...the teachers say: "You´ll be a good father, etc..." with this typical female tone - no negative accent -...I do not agree...
On Wednesday a girl had some high fever and she went back home earlier, on Thursday three babies had high fever and left sooner: on Friday Marco(!) - who had asked and got a day of holyday, because a friend came to visit him - got the fever...and he had to work in the evening...
So I spend the weekend home: watching movies - the offer of my flat-mate is depressing - and sleeping...
I am going to play some music with my friend today: I´ll find myself playing something for you, for sure.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Monday, July 24, 2006
Anstrengend
Hrabal writes at some point of a book that men are like olives - Sophia sang that men are like seasons: nice song -: they give their best when they are under pressure...it is supposed to be a sentence taken by Lao Tzi...but the origin it is not so clear...Hrabal used to drink a lot, as his characters...memories get mixed up, like mine after yesterday night...
The thing is that last night I slept three hours or maybe less, today I went to work and I actually felt ok until one o´ clock, when I almost fell asleep watching a cartoon with my kids - Aladdin and the King of Thieves or something like that...after that the time run kind of fast...
Leonie, a two years and a half old girl, run to me this morning just to say hello...and she hug me very spontaneously...it was the first time she was so open with me - usually she cries a bit when her mother leaves her there and keeps the finger in her mouth for hours...today she even asked me to bring her to the toilet...it is stupid to feel satisfied for such a thing? "Hey I have to pee, come with me!"...no in the end I do not think so...
I do not feel tired at all now...just a bit over-something that I still have to define...
The thing is that last night I slept three hours or maybe less, today I went to work and I actually felt ok until one o´ clock, when I almost fell asleep watching a cartoon with my kids - Aladdin and the King of Thieves or something like that...after that the time run kind of fast...
Leonie, a two years and a half old girl, run to me this morning just to say hello...and she hug me very spontaneously...it was the first time she was so open with me - usually she cries a bit when her mother leaves her there and keeps the finger in her mouth for hours...today she even asked me to bring her to the toilet...it is stupid to feel satisfied for such a thing? "Hey I have to pee, come with me!"...no in the end I do not think so...
I do not feel tired at all now...just a bit over-something that I still have to define...
Sunday, July 23, 2006
...I went to the exhibition of the students of the UDK - Universität der Künste - today...a friend studies there but she could not come along with me...that was actually a pity because I would have probably enjoyed the whole thing much more....anyway it has been interesting...and stimulating as well...
Sunday is my only free day...with these two jobs time runs really fast and it is not easy to cope with all the things I would like to...but I keep my mind busy and that is good...
Life is not stressy, that is for sure...but, on the other side, it is not so easy to get used to this new life style: waking up at 6.30 is kind of tough...days are really long but they pass by fast...
In the end I won´t go to Turkey: I talked with some people and realized that it is not the right place for me now...need something different...Croatia or Sicily seems more tuned with my wishes...but in the end I will go somewhere alone...everybody is busy in that period...
Sunday is my only free day...with these two jobs time runs really fast and it is not easy to cope with all the things I would like to...but I keep my mind busy and that is good...
Life is not stressy, that is for sure...but, on the other side, it is not so easy to get used to this new life style: waking up at 6.30 is kind of tough...days are really long but they pass by fast...
In the end I won´t go to Turkey: I talked with some people and realized that it is not the right place for me now...need something different...Croatia or Sicily seems more tuned with my wishes...but in the end I will go somewhere alone...everybody is busy in that period...
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Distorted Temporal Perception
Sunday afternoon without any plan for the next two hours...I managed to avoid any contact with the Love Parade yesterday...nice...
Two months are gone...fast or slow? I can´t say...Am I lazy?
I had hoped that, at least this time, the 2+2=5 thing could have worked: "only four days are gone but it seems like they have been five"; "only four weeks are gone but it seems like they have been 5"...
...it never worked out...this time I cross my fingers with months...it would actually be cool if the result was not: "2+2=0", as it happens so far...
Mal sehen...
Two months are gone...fast or slow? I can´t say...Am I lazy?
I had hoped that, at least this time, the 2+2=5 thing could have worked: "only four days are gone but it seems like they have been five"; "only four weeks are gone but it seems like they have been 5"...
...it never worked out...this time I cross my fingers with months...it would actually be cool if the result was not: "2+2=0", as it happens so far...
Mal sehen...
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Einfach so...
I owe my blog a post about the World Championship...I will do it in the future...
After a week in the kindergarten, I have already conquered a girl, who declared her love to me, yesterday in the morning...I did my best not to laugh: I guess she would have felt hurt to some extent...
...but the best happening of yesterday was winning the confidence of another small girl, three years old: Joanne...big blue eyes and a funny way to walk...when I went to my class at eight thirty in the morning, she was having her breakfast: she could not stop wondering while looking at me, but she did not trust me at any point...she did not want to leave her actual teacher, not even for a second...so the time passed by until we went to the garden for their open air games session...it looks like a Fellini´s movie: sixty kids (maybe more, maybe less) moving non-stop, like electrons around the nucleus (if you know how fast they go, you do not where they are; if you know where they are, you do not know how fast they go...), without a clear aim but with so much energy that is incredible...my duty was to take care of those among the youngest who wanted to play with the slide...after a while, like a table-tennis-ball, she went close to me...I proposed her to have a ride in the slide, I offered her my hand, she took it and for half an hour she was holding it (or my trousers) non-stop...smiling and yelling: every time she was standing up on the slide, she literally threw her arms to me...she could be the perfect allegory of the Truth: she is, actually...also because when her teacher told her that she had to go upstairs, she showed off all her disappointment...but she came back with me, mourning a bit, in a Gramelot language that will never be translated...
After a week in the kindergarten, I have already conquered a girl, who declared her love to me, yesterday in the morning...I did my best not to laugh: I guess she would have felt hurt to some extent...
...but the best happening of yesterday was winning the confidence of another small girl, three years old: Joanne...big blue eyes and a funny way to walk...when I went to my class at eight thirty in the morning, she was having her breakfast: she could not stop wondering while looking at me, but she did not trust me at any point...she did not want to leave her actual teacher, not even for a second...so the time passed by until we went to the garden for their open air games session...it looks like a Fellini´s movie: sixty kids (maybe more, maybe less) moving non-stop, like electrons around the nucleus (if you know how fast they go, you do not where they are; if you know where they are, you do not know how fast they go...), without a clear aim but with so much energy that is incredible...my duty was to take care of those among the youngest who wanted to play with the slide...after a while, like a table-tennis-ball, she went close to me...I proposed her to have a ride in the slide, I offered her my hand, she took it and for half an hour she was holding it (or my trousers) non-stop...smiling and yelling: every time she was standing up on the slide, she literally threw her arms to me...she could be the perfect allegory of the Truth: she is, actually...also because when her teacher told her that she had to go upstairs, she showed off all her disappointment...but she came back with me, mourning a bit, in a Gramelot language that will never be translated...
Friday, July 14, 2006
Always the same good hopes, as before every single summit...
Should we believe a quarter of what is written in this article? I do not, actually, and I found it annoying...
Mr. Putin´s Good Will
Mr. Putin´s Good Will
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
First day as volunteer, first day without the World-Championship
A kid, red hair and nice and funny smile, with the t-shirt of the German National football team, tells me: "My hair-cut is as cool as yours, no?" And then, after a while, he asked:" Why did not you play with us before but with that girl? Would you like to?".
Just flashes...the impressions were many, the kids cool, the weather too hot and too dry...
But it finally started, fortunately.
Just flashes...the impressions were many, the kids cool, the weather too hot and too dry...
But it finally started, fortunately.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Die Rache
It is probably likely that Mr. B. (Banana, Bullshit-teller, Breaker of the rules...) has not respected the rules this time as well and it is very easy to imagine too that he will never accept the final decision of the trial - if it will ever gets till the end.
That could actually be just a Mr. B´s problem, but there would be also some tens million people who would agree with his views...
There is, there was an urgent need for change in Italy, and somehow it seems that some politicians, but just some..., got to the idea that if they do not implement some reforms, many citizens will lose any trust in the system, and not just until the next electoral campaign...
It was already discovered that the Italian fiscal evasion was as high as the total amount of money that the State spends yearly for the Health-Insurance System: ridicolous...in the last weeks it seems that few politicians - with some form of governmental power though - started to consider the issue worth to be discussed...
But the thing is that most of the political debate concerns the mistakes of the other side, or the lack of consistency of the political enemies: the political programs, some plans for the future, an idea on how the system should be, are all lacking...Italians voted twice in five years in order to have some forms of consitutional reforms: both times the reforms were refused, because they definitely were one´s side reforms...this attitude reverberates all around, across the country: there are trials, there are scandals, there are people - our representatives - insulting people who have already insulted somebody else...and it is not just a question of vocabulary...
In this insane environment, every time Mr. B. is processed, the reasons, because of which he is there, become smaller and inside of me a feeling rises again: ok, somebody is trying to get a (temporary) revenge...next time the roles will be switched...
If you look at the Italian political debate thinking about the revenge,you can undersand many more events, definitely true...and sad as well...
Let us wait and see what´is going on...my list of wishes is not so long...but still...
That could actually be just a Mr. B´s problem, but there would be also some tens million people who would agree with his views...
There is, there was an urgent need for change in Italy, and somehow it seems that some politicians, but just some..., got to the idea that if they do not implement some reforms, many citizens will lose any trust in the system, and not just until the next electoral campaign...
It was already discovered that the Italian fiscal evasion was as high as the total amount of money that the State spends yearly for the Health-Insurance System: ridicolous...in the last weeks it seems that few politicians - with some form of governmental power though - started to consider the issue worth to be discussed...
But the thing is that most of the political debate concerns the mistakes of the other side, or the lack of consistency of the political enemies: the political programs, some plans for the future, an idea on how the system should be, are all lacking...Italians voted twice in five years in order to have some forms of consitutional reforms: both times the reforms were refused, because they definitely were one´s side reforms...this attitude reverberates all around, across the country: there are trials, there are scandals, there are people - our representatives - insulting people who have already insulted somebody else...and it is not just a question of vocabulary...
In this insane environment, every time Mr. B. is processed, the reasons, because of which he is there, become smaller and inside of me a feeling rises again: ok, somebody is trying to get a (temporary) revenge...next time the roles will be switched...
If you look at the Italian political debate thinking about the revenge,you can undersand many more events, definitely true...and sad as well...
Let us wait and see what´is going on...my list of wishes is not so long...but still...
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Friday, July 07, 2006
Few days ago a good friend of mine sent me a postcard that made me think somehow...it was at first sight nothing special...a long road that seemed to be an highway of some south-western state of US: written in big letters, on this highway picture, a sentence that sounded like: "If you walked in the middle of the road, you´d risk to be hitten by the cars on both sides". A Margareth Thatcher statement, oh my God...
True, of course...I even got the subtle - not that subtle , actually - message behind it...but then today while I was sitting in my new favourite restaurant in Berlin (you would love it) - a place that could be easily put in some southern European villages and nobody would say it does not fit - at four in the afternoon, waiting for some wind that never came (today Berlin scored 35 or 36 degrees...), it happened to me to read, once more, a sentence taken by I. Kant. It is: "The Starry Sky Above Me and the Moral Law Within Me". Ok, it is taken out of its context: the meaning (my meaning: I got some classes of philosophy at the high-school for three years but I hated my teacher as much as Margareth Thatcher probably) is that every person has, during his life, to cope between these two boundaries, these two already given realities, these two starting points somehow...in the book I was reading at that moment, this sentence was wonderfully placed and so consistent with the story - Hrabal; Inzerat na dum ve kterem uz nechi bydlet (obviously translated in Italian), that it made me make a connection with the postcard...
Probably it is easy to live standing on the side of the road, looking for a taxi or staring at the riders, but it´d be kind of boring...no?
Im not gonna make a revolution, obviously, but I am definitely subversive according to Mrs. Thatcher´s standards, and not only according to them...easy actually...but anyway true...
I do not want to wait until my side of the street turns to be interesting or stimulating...I hate to entertain myself only with stupid conversations if I do them with people I consider(ed) to be special...
The stars are not always wonderful enough, and the moral law is probably ever-changing, at least in its particular aspects, but please, please, please, let´s get rid of the common sense...at least with the people and with the things we really care about...
You got it?
P.S. I am not gonna do any outing: I am not gay and I´ll never be...
True, of course...I even got the subtle - not that subtle , actually - message behind it...but then today while I was sitting in my new favourite restaurant in Berlin (you would love it) - a place that could be easily put in some southern European villages and nobody would say it does not fit - at four in the afternoon, waiting for some wind that never came (today Berlin scored 35 or 36 degrees...), it happened to me to read, once more, a sentence taken by I. Kant. It is: "The Starry Sky Above Me and the Moral Law Within Me". Ok, it is taken out of its context: the meaning (my meaning: I got some classes of philosophy at the high-school for three years but I hated my teacher as much as Margareth Thatcher probably) is that every person has, during his life, to cope between these two boundaries, these two already given realities, these two starting points somehow...in the book I was reading at that moment, this sentence was wonderfully placed and so consistent with the story - Hrabal; Inzerat na dum ve kterem uz nechi bydlet (obviously translated in Italian), that it made me make a connection with the postcard...
Probably it is easy to live standing on the side of the road, looking for a taxi or staring at the riders, but it´d be kind of boring...no?
Im not gonna make a revolution, obviously, but I am definitely subversive according to Mrs. Thatcher´s standards, and not only according to them...easy actually...but anyway true...
I do not want to wait until my side of the street turns to be interesting or stimulating...I hate to entertain myself only with stupid conversations if I do them with people I consider(ed) to be special...
The stars are not always wonderful enough, and the moral law is probably ever-changing, at least in its particular aspects, but please, please, please, let´s get rid of the common sense...at least with the people and with the things we really care about...
You got it?
P.S. I am not gonna do any outing: I am not gay and I´ll never be...
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Sleeping seems to be a sort of impossible task...but it is probably a waste of time with such a good weather...going to school...days and weeks run so fast, has anybody ever been to Turkey? I am thinking about going there in September, seems much easier to reach from here...and it is probably cool to spend some millions for a dinner at the seaside...
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Sunday, July 02, 2006
When you see double (thank you bar-man: meine 6 Getränke waren eingeladen), but you cannot sleep...when you could be the happiest person of this world, but some circumstances tell you that it is not possible...when you work a lot, but you never feel tired so there is no way to sleep (once more), when, when, when...you just need to write some bullshits on your blog...
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