Scotland secretly preparing for Independence

The world looks to Scotland this week, where supporters and opponents of Scottish independence are fighting tooth and nail before the referendum on 18 September 2014. But the vote doesn’t really matter anymore. The Scottish government is set to declare independence, whatever the result of the referendum will be.

There is too much overwhelming evidence that the secret preparations for Scotland’s independence have already gone too far to be rolled back:

Currency:

Economic and financial factors formed a large part of the public debate, with one obvious question being: what currency will an independent Scotland have? Oddly enough, even many of those favouring independence from the UK want to keep the British pound. The British government has stated that it won’t allow that, apparently not realisScottish pounding that it’s hard to ban somebody from using your currency (see Kosovo using the Euro).

But on my visit to Scotland, I discovered what the real plan is: on several occasions, I was accidentally given Scottish pounds. Millions of them have been printed already and some of them were “lost” in the production process. They have entered the black market and it seemed to me like it was an open secret, because they were widely accepted in almost any shop.

Football:

The government lawyers on both sides with whom I spoke seemed not to have considered the future of British football. But to voters, this is a very important issue.

Here too, preparations for Scottish independence have already gone rather far: two weeks ago, an independent Scottish team went to Germany to play none less than the world champion. How the team of a country that doesn’t yet exist managed to set up this match remains a mystery. Maybe Germany was happy to find anyone who wanted to play against them voluntarily after their World Cup win. Maybe it was due to Germans’ notorious problems with geography (they never understand the difference between the United Kingdom and Great Britain).

Military:

Not that anyone expects a war, but if you are a newly independent state with lots of oil and gas and you have a land border with a nuclear power which has a history of invading other countries, you need to consider national defence.

Over the last months, Scottish independent fighters have therefore put together several Scottish Army brigades, ready to be formally established on the day of the referendum. I managed to obtain a video from one of their secret exercises. It shows both the need for more professionalism and the determination that the patriotic Scottish soldiers already have.

Border:

“What, do you want to put up a border between Scotland and England?” is the half-joking question which supporters of independence face all the time. Officially, most of them say “no”. If only they knew.

Most other reporters covering Scotland wouldn’t be able to find out about this because they only hang around in pubs in Aberdeen and Edinburgh. But I, being as investigative as Tintin, travelled to the area where the border would be. There are no cities, almost no villages, just a few farmhouses every 50 miles or so. Barren, empty, forbidding landscape.

I walked around for days until I found it: the wall. An enormous wall is secretly being built along the Scottish-English border. Here is some photographic evidence:

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It’s not heavily fortified yet, but it already stretches almost from coast to coast. A remarkable feat to pull something like that off without detection!

Language:

After living together in one country for more than 300 years, one unresolved question is the fate of Englishmen living in Scotland and Scots living in England. While intermarriage is still rare (and not recognised by either church), some people have gone to the respective other country to work or study.

The Scottish have devised something very clever: their own language. They have been teaching it for almost a year now in secret evening classes and online courses, and come referendum day, all Scots will switch to Scottish. This also forms an important element of the Scottish national security strategy, as it will prevent any English infiltrators or spies from understanding anything.

Queen:

You’d think that people would be happy about the opportunity to get rid of an unelected dictator monarch, but the Scottish independence campaign actually want to keep the Queen as head of state. (It would be funny if after the split England will have a successful referendum to abolish the monarchy.)

The Queen hasn’t said whether she would be willing to be head of state of an independent Scotland. At her advanced age, more work is not really what she is craving. On the other hand, she is already Queen of Jamaica, Tuvalu, Belize, Canada, Australia, the Bahamas and many more funny countries, so one more or less wouldn’t make much of a difference.

But in order to make sure that the Queen is on board, Scotland lured the Queen to Balmoral Castle in Scotland this week. With the Queen being in Scotland at the time of the referendum and the border ready to go up and be manned (see above under “Border” and “Military”), Scots would simply hold the Queen hostage until she accepts to be on their stamps and coins as well.

(Zur deutschen Fassung dieser exklusiven Enthüllungen.)

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ISIS recruiting more German fighters

Amin al Husseini instructing Bosnian Waffen-SS volunteers

Amin al Husseini Nazi salute

Amin al Husseini bei bosnischen SS-Freiwilligen

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Moser’s Ark

If ever there will be a great flood again and I would be the one tasked with saving the animals, there would only be enough space for a few cats and squirrels.

(In the port of Acre, Israel.)

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Richard Kiel, 1939-2014

And I thought Jaws was indestructible.

If you have more time, another James Bond fan put together this compilation:

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When to Smoke (and when not to)

Around 1774, the former Chinese provincial governor Lu Yao provided a set of smoking rules in his book Yan Pu (Smoking Manual). In great detail he addressed the question of when to smoke (and when not to):

Do smoke: after waking up; after a meal; with guests; while writing; when growing tired from reading; while waiting for a good friend who hasn’t shown up yet.

Don’t smoke: while listening to a zither; feeding cranes; appreciating orchids; observing plum blossoms; making ancestral offerings; attending the morning court assembly; sleeping with a beautiful woman.

chinese smoking pipeWhat a coincidence that I almost never engage in any activities that fall under the don’t category, but I do quite a lot of the stuff mentioned in the do list. Personally, I do however prefer to smoke while reading before growing tired from it.

(Source: 1493: How Europe’s Discovery of the Americas Revolutionized Trade, Ecology and Life on Earth by Charles C. Mann)

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Where is Mecca?

Hier gibt es diese Geschichte auf Deutsch.


Everyone knows the situation: You are eating at McDonald’s or looking for the latest Jack London novel at the public library. You are running after bus no. 5B or slowly walking through the park once again to drag out that visit to the dentist.

Exactly at that moment, when you didn’t expect it and can’t really use it either, the muezzin calls. Let’s pray, everybody! Five times per day. Quite exhausting, this religious stuff.

You quickly roll out your carpet and pray. But always in the direction of Mecca, for otherwise God won’t be able to hear you. He can’t be everywhere, can he?

Now you have a problem: Where is this Mecca again? Hmm, there was desert around it, wasn’t there? So it must have been somewhere south. But where is south? Again you forgot the compass (only scouts can use the sun to determine where south is). If others are praying as well, you simply copy them. But even that doesn’t guarantee that the lead-prayer didn’t get it wrong and the whole congregation unsuspectingly prays towards Vladivostok. That explains why millions of prayers remain unheard and unanswered every day.

In Iran, ever the precursor of technology (chess, mail service, space flight for animals), I discovered the solution to this problem: Attached to the ceiling in my hotel room, there was an arrow indicating the direction that would take one to Mecca.

Please turn your screen towards Mecca.

Please turn your screen towards Mecca.

Because the arrow was fixed on the ceiling instead of the carpet, I could even pray while relaxing in bed. Very practical!

Practical advice:

  • I took this photo during my first trip to Iran at Hotel Eram in Shiraz. Good hotel, centrally located. 
  • If you ask for the “recommended specialties” in the tea parlor around the corner, the one before the law office, you are led through a usually locked staircase to the second floor, where a large room with comfortable couches is full with those stoned out of their minds or holding hands before marriage. A lady between 70 and 80 years of age successfully bummed a cigar from me, but her grandson returned it to me with a sermon of apologies. I insisted on the donation. Taarof.

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This is Sicily: Mountains

People associate Sicily with the sun, the sea, beaches, old cities, oranges, pistachios, some smaller islands, ancient temples, granita and quaint villages.

To me, the most amazing aspect – among many other amazing things – about Sicily were the mountains.

Etna from Dinnamare

Maybe it was because I hadn’t expected them. Maybe it was because I had moved from Lithuania whose “highest mountain” is a field which is somewhat higher than the surrounding fields. Or maybe it’s because Sicily’s mountains are simply awesome in their number, their size, their proximity to the coast and their beauty, covered in lush and healthy green.

The photo shows Mount Etna as seen from Dinnamare, a mountain right next to the Strait of Messina. This is what a large part of Sicily looks like: one chain of mountains after the other. You could go hiking for a great many years here.

(Diesen Beitrag auf Deutsch lesen.)

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I am on the cover of a book.

Well, not me personally, but one of my photos. No, not a photo of myself, a photo I took.

Maybe you remember this photo from my report on Europos Parkas, an outdoor museum hidden deep in a forest in Lithuania?

sky Europos Parkas

Somebody at University of Minnesota Press spotted it and bought it for the cover of The Universe of Things: On Speculative Realism by Steven Shaviro. Although I haven’t quite been able to understand what the book is about, despite my MA in philosophy, I am mighty happy and proud.

The Universe of Things

If you design book covers and you are looking for something original and beautiful, something which will make your book irresistible to students in the library and shoppers in a bookstore, please browse my photos.

(Zur deutschen Fassung.)

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The Path

You take that path. You don’t even consider veering to the left or swerving to the right for a bit, let alone a complete change of direction.

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Why? You don’t think about that. The thought doesn’t cross your mind, regardless of how monotonous and long the walk may be. Because the path is simply there. Following it is so easy, so natural, so reasonable.

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You don’t know who made that path. Or when. Or for what reason. Or for which purpose.

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Maybe it was never supposed to become a path at all. One day someone walked off into that direction by chance. Others saw that the grass was trodden down and took the same way. With time, it turned into a visible path.

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Nobody knows that first person, but everyone follows him. Nobody knows what he wanted, but everyone follows in his footsteps. Probably he was just looking for a place to pee.

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Yet, the way people are following that path is the same way many of them are leading their lives.

(I took all of the above photos in July 2013 during a 5-day hike along the West Highland Way in Scotland. – Zur deutschsprachigen Version.)

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Looking for a Place to Write

“When are you going to send us your new articles?” editors from Delhi to New York inquire, their voices filled with anticipation and urgency. Readers from Hamburg to Pretoria browse the papers they just purchased at the newsstand, looking for an essay with my name in the byline. The astronauts on the International Space Station disappointedly turn towards the rest of the internet after there hasn’t been anything new on my blog for a few days.

In reality nobody asks, except some of my parents when they notice that it has been another six months since they last had an update from me. Everyone else has come to accept that I am either lazy or that I simply disappeared.

But I can tell you exactly where all of my articles are. Here they are, in several old-fashioned notebooks and scratchpads:

Notizblöcke

You see, I love to write and I write a lot. The second, third and fourth steps – writing a fair copy, editing and publishing – are the weak points.

One reason is that there is constantly new stuff happening. New countries, new wars, new stories. And even when nothing new is happening, I have new thoughts and ideas every day, one notebook being filled after the other  – and gathering dust. I need a break. Three months without travelling, without new impressions, without adventures. Time to think and write.

During my time in Bari I also noticed how important location is for writing. I live in a shared flat in the center of a loud city with loud people. When I open the window, I hear crackling and honking cars, scooters and ambulances, as well as people who are shouting at each other. Many of them are even loudly speaking to themselves, holding a little gadget to their ear (a prompter?). And dogs! Why can’t anyone shoot these mutts? When I close the window, I hear the tasteless music of my flatmates, the banging of doors and phone calls in Polish, French or Spanish. I find neither a quiet corner, nor some quiet hours.

Some people pretend that they are able to work even while it roars and rumbles around them like on a bus full of schoolchildren. I can’t. I need quiet, I need to be alone, ideally for a longer period of time, not only one hour in the early morning and two hours during the extra-long Italian siesta.

I need to find a quieter place next. An apartment to myself. My dream would be a small house or a cozy prefabricated apartment block in a mid-sized town in Eastern Europe, where after jogging in the park I would sit in my writer’s chair, sip a hot chocolate and admire how snowflakes can prettify even communist architectural eyesores. A perfect setting for writing!

On 1 October I will move. I am still looking for a new place. If you have something that doesn’t cost much more than 200 € in rent per month, please let me know. Thank you!

(Zur deutschen Fassung dieses Aufrufs.)

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