Exodus (2014), a crappy film (based on the trailer):
Exodus (1960), a very good film:
New is not always better.
Exodus (2014), a crappy film (based on the trailer):
Exodus (1960), a very good film:
New is not always better.
Romanian trains are so slow, that when you get to a train crossing and you already see the train approaching, you can still safely cross the tracks. Even on a bicycle.
I don’t receive many presents. But then I give presents even less.
Maybe it’s better that way. Receiving or giving presents can be a sad occasion. I remember the times when I was browsing book stores for hours, pondering what book to give to someone. Years later they still hadn’t read it. It was just as sad when somebody gave me a voucher for a seafood restaurant or when people bring a bottle of alcohol with them, not knowing that I don’t drink any. Or receiving a pullover when I am just about to move to the Sahara. Or a large painting in a heavy frame when I am going to move to Argentina next, with nothing more than two bags.
Most of these mishaps occur because those giving a present either don’t think at all and just give what they like, assuming that everyone has the same taste, or they think of what the other person should like, or of what they would like if they were the other person. This rarely works. It can go so far that giving a present, which looks generous, becomes a rather self-centered act where the person giving the present tries to impose its will on the recipient, e.g. by suggesting “you better read this book” or “you better wear this shirt” or “your apartment better be adorned by the painting I drew”. It’s a form of coercion. In the case of an invitation to a circus gala which you wouldn’t really have wanted to see, it’s even robbery. It robs you of your time.
“You are making this present-giving business so complicated, I ain’t gonna give nothing to nobody no more,” I hear you say. That’s one solution. But there are more solutions for those who still want to give (and receive) something.
It is pure coincidence that this post is published 2 weeks before Christmas.
(Zur deutschen Fassung dieses Leitfadens zum richtigen Schenken.)
In Romania I have been received so warmly that the regional press even published a long article about me, my life and my travels:
It’s quite handy that I can’t speak any Romanian because I don’t like reading articles about myself. But it’s good to know that “happy hermit” translates as “pustnicul fericit”.
I saw this at a frozen lake in Grutas, Lithuania and it made for a peaceful resting place after a long walk through the forest.
I wondered if somebody had left it on purpose or if he/she thought “I’ll pick it up before the first snow” and then something happened to that person.
– “When I grow up, I want to become a professional hostage.”
– “But there is much more money in running a hostage school.”
Just a few miles outside of Târgu Mureș a landscape opens up which is perfectly suited for shooting Western movies.
“I believe it is your turn to clean the staircase,” the neighbor reminded me, without putting the urgency into her voice which this admonishment would have deserved.
Only when I took a closer look at the staircase did I realize how patient the other residents of the house had been with me.