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52 enough
You can’t live with it, you can’t live without it. Guess what it is. It’s death.
I took on board one oldie, extremely chubby and old, but very lovely Theodore. He was found in the middle of nowhere in deep countryside with no house nearby for ten kilometres. Nobody claimed him. So the shelter took him in, cleaned up, fed, for some 4 months. Because of his weight – I must say, he obviously was someones “home” cat – the shelter kept him in cage so they could control what he ate. He had special vet controlled food, because they thought he is sick and fat. We went to the shelter two years after our beloved stripy warrior Red Indian did not return home. We waited for him to show up. Two years. He did not return. I hoped for him to return, but I knew he will not come. Last I saw him on July 13th 2017. I know this date because he came to me to say goodbye. He wasn’t old but he knew it’s time for him to go to forest. He came to me, stroke my chin for few times, sat down on terrace and looked into distance. Then looked at me. I called him to come to me. He looked at me with that look. I knew immediately. I know this look from childhood. I have seen it many a times. I then tried to catch him. He looked at me with a certain mix of emotions. I think it’s a mixture of arrogance, wisdom, sadness, certainty, very adult look. And pretty big amout of “I am so sorry that you, my human, are so stupid and think you can catch me now”- look. I knew right then and there that I will never see him again. I was sad that he did not want to stay. But I knew he will go. All my pets have left home to die in the forest. Some of them have said goodbye. I have had some fantastic connections with some animals. I know they go. Some sooner, some way too early. Red Indian went too early. He was just seven years old.
Theodore was oldie. We took him in from shelter. They examined him and figured he is somewhere around ten to twelve years old. He was very smart. Very wise. And extremely fat. Which turned out to be not fat. His build was such. I never seen a cat like that. Huge. Huge head, huge short body. When he first walked in his belly was wobbling from side to side, happy face, curious of new adventure. After sitting in cage or four months he kinda had lost his legs work. He looked like limping and I was worried, but I was sure it was temporary because of the cage-time. And I was right. After three or four days he was walking well and eating well. I gave him special diet food, but nothing changed with his weight. Then in few months I figured the shelter was wrong in assuming he was obese. He wasnt. Shelter obviously does not have many well-fed cats to begin with and he certainly was either lost in forest or kicked out in the middle of nowhere, and found quite immediately after that. He was so funny with his totally round belly wobbling from side to side. Immediately knew how to be cat (sorry, I meant the boss inda house), immediately knew the colourful feathers are for him, Immediately knew the peasants have to feed him well, immediately knew time. Time, you ask. Yes, I gave him nice canfood in evenings. At nine sharp. For a week he was pleased. Then, on one evening I had guests over, we chatted away almost until ten in the evening. Half past nine Theodore came with extremely dissapointed face and visibly questioning if I have forgotten my duties.
Until the very last day on Earth he knew he had found his forever people. Even if in old age. Better late than never. Everyone took turns to cuddle him, for hours. Just hanging out with him. Lay down together and do nothing. He slept in best spots, on alpaca wool covers. For him, obviously, he figured, and nodded to his peasants. He graciously came when he needed grooming or petting. He had certain worried look on when he had to strike twice – peasant!, you can scratch my belly now! He was so round that when he lifted his hind leg to check the conditions “down there” he just rolled over and felled over :). Hilarious. He was not crumpy, he never had tantrums. But we also gave our best to him. Gave him the best food a cat can have. He had sophisticated taste, that oldie! Today in the morning I laid down on floor with him when he could no more stand up. Kept him warm and whispered his name and fiddled with his fur. Then at 15:16 my Theodore went.
He will be in the sunny spot in my garden, watching over the birds and the bees.
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51 how long for spring then
I just realised few things. Will put them down here one by one and explain a bit.
I could never live in Poland, or Italy. Or USA. Disasterous amount of people. Disasterous amount of religious people. Disasterous set up of mix of arrogance, stupidity and fakeness. Can you stay calm when people tell you religion is the most important thing on earth, that mysterious guy called Jesus is the basis of all of our lives and every non-christian (and non-religious in general) is lost and will live in hell ever after. Well. Let me tell you. There are people sane yet. People who don’t need to be threatened by furnace of hell in order to behave well and have high morals and just understanding of the world. In fact, it is pretty stupid for religious people to think everyone else is stupid :). In the end, your arrogance will slap you hard in the face when you realise there is no god, no heaven, no nothing. Nothing except your arrogance, suppressing women, fucking altarboys – all YOU, religious people do because – surprise, surprise – you honestly believe one guy 2000+ yrs ago sacrifised himself for your inability to keep you dick in the pants around kids. Same with 99% of all religion. Maybe buddism is normal for normal people. Because yes, religious people are not normal. They are, on the contrary, morally broke and only seek justice for their fucked up thoughts and acts. No atheist needs to be threatened with forever hell to do right. No atheist needs to be pleased or promised of heaven to do right. We have common sense for that. Not a religious persons non stop seeking for reasoning from mighty “god” to do evil.
Does not matter really what religion you take – it’s all to cover up evil. Female genital mutilation – I mean… it’s still going on. Fucking altarboys – check. Kids trafficing – check. Suppressing women to wear bedsheets, beaten by men (to death aswell) work for men, birth as many as possible and then become disposable – check, check, check. That’s just plain evil acts hidden behind “religion”, faith, god. In general all religious people are retarded in various levels. What ever you call it. Brainwashed, retarded, mentally challenged. It shows. Not one sane adult person can believe fairytales to such extent. Not one sane person believes in Santa after childhood.
Pissed off on these fake people hiding behind their god saviour. That is the negative side of travelling. Because when travelling it’s always recommended to go off the so called beaten track. Which means to get the real feeling of any place you go, you should try to blend in to locals. Eat like locals, live like locals, do like locals do. And that also means to avoid the fancy glass towers that are the hotels meant for the rich travellers. I try to sneak to the locals, wander off the tourist-infested places, but then every time you visit a new place you really don’t know yet where is what.
They say don’t go to one and the same place more than once. I like the other way around! I love to study the place longer, see it’s changes over the seasons or over the years. I tend to go back to the places I am sure are nice for me. This is why I am going back to the places I call MY. My London, my Malta, my Paris, my Poland. My place. My place is where I know my way around, where is nice and calm, where the people are nice and calm too.
Today was snowing again. It’s May. MAY! Came back from a trip to Rome. Rome was hot for us, comparing to the actual snow we have it feels like anywhere else is better life. I like four seasons but hell, winter used to be over by April. I used to go to swim in the sea in April. Now we have snow in May. We are having our usual shitty skiing weather. Sometimes it makes me sad that the weather is changing so radically within just one persons lifetime. I wonder what it will be like in some 20 years, 30 years, or 50 years. If lucky I will see some of it. The cold is the main reason I travel. Obviously to the direction to warmth. I like to travel most in autumn or spring, because then the difference in temperatures is not so extreme as in winter. And therefore the chances of becoming ill during the extreme change of temperature is not so high. I have always caught cold when I travel in winter. Either on the way to some warm country or right when I come back into the freezing cold. It’s funny when you board the plane in Malaysia or Egypt having shorts and flipflops on and then land in the country where is snow up until hips. Then you wait for your luggage… that usually arrives but…… Then you get your suitcases, and when you have some experience you just open one and take out your full wintergear…. and in the waiting hall everyone starts to dress up. It looks like kindergarden pre-lunch garden break, clothers boots, flipflops everywhere!
I hope it will be warmer soon, not zero Celsius for another two weeks. Anyways, stay warm and cool!
XOXOX
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50 a jubilee of sorts
is there such thing like love?
How to recognise love?
Maybe it’s just lust, or desire, or fancy, or just need. Something you want to be taken care of. Say, fix the mirror, set up light fixtures. Or, in case you are man, fix you some dinner, wash your stuff. You know, do things that annoy you maybe, or, do things to and for someone else to get something in return. I now think I have been using sometimes some people. It’s pretty much what Annie Lennox song states: some of them want to use you, some of them want to abuse you. And some of them want to be used by you. So, it is going on in circles for sure. What you sow is what you get. I used to hang around with my girlfriend because she had home, mother and what seemed to me that time – a healthy relationship with world. I liked going to her moms place even though it seemed to be pretty costly for me. You see, I had car and my friend did not. And her mom lived some 30 minutes drive away. But I didn’t mind that time because I had time, I was ready to trade my time and effort to the good emotions I got from these visits. We first went to shop because her mom had empty fridge always. I am not sure how any adult person here can live without means of transport. Especially when the person lives outside city, literally in forest with nothing near. No shops, no neighbours, no nothing.
So we made weeks shopping, loaded it to my car and headed to countryside. Sometimes there were more people, young people, friends of my friend, coming. The table was long and well prepared with various foods, drinks, sweets. I think we actually made all weeks shopping dissapear with one evening. No crumbs left even. But still the emotions that I traded topped the costs. We had blast, laughed, planned, discussed. All the young people had so much experience and stories to tell that I never had. Yet they were mere two to three years younger than me. Sportsmen, masseur, personal trainer, teacher, IT manager, university student, sound technician. And me, with nothing but homelessness, self-taught languages, newborn and dead mother and no job, no income. I was nothing compared to them. They actually did what they loved, got paid for it and lived happily. I was amazed of them having no stress whatsoever. I was stressed with constant worry of what to eat, where to sleep, where to get money to pay for gas, where to put my kid when I go to job interview. And the main question was in fact how to get a job interview.
I was just surviving. I had sores on my body from this endless stress. Literally holes on my body. Ulcers I think they are called. Just appeared out of nowhere.
Why nobody loves me? Does my cat love me? Is my cat the only one or is he just pretending to love me in order to get the fresh meat every evening? Cats are smart. They do minimum.
Have I ever been loved? I don’t think so. I see I have been used. They loved being around me, to get some of me. Either financially or just plainly fuck me. Well, that time I loved to get fucked, literally, in the best way. I still would like to, but you see, it turned out to be complex fuck that I had to pay for also. I paid for getting fucked. Now how fucked up is that :). I always thought the transaction is sex vs money, say. But I ended up giving out both sex and money. I was truly getting fucked in many ways. And, initially I liked it. Because I thought that must be love. I liked him a lot. He seemed to like me a lot. Nothing wild. Just wild sex in a wild, on the roadside, in the car, behind the car, on the beach, in bathtub, kitchentable. Well, it was very good. The best probably, if I am honest. And I am. But then, more and more, I realised I am paying for everything – fancy dinners in fancy restaurants, his clothes, petrol for his car, vacations in warm countries, long weekends in London. I even gave him “pocketmoney” so he could pay back his credits which he claimed he had because of his brother. First I figured, ok, he will be on his feet soon and I don’t have to pay for his stuff anymore. That was not love, that was just stupid of me. I was heading for bankruptcy. Had to run my home, household and on top cover all his costs. Yes, he made a lot – whatever I thought of – travel to a new country or new place in here, build a house, fix a truck, go fishing – he immediately agreed, never thinking even a second. Because it was my costs always. All materials, trips, food, clothes, everything was for me to be paid. I bought buildingmaterials, transport, etc and he set all up and did it. I didn’t mind. But then I ran out of money. I gave my all to him. All I had worked for for twenty years. Myself, my home, my money, my everything. And then I realised he did not put anything in except physical work. You might say thats fair tho! Unfortunately not. Because in addition to paying all, I also put in long hours of physical work on top of daily work that I got paid for. So I worked full time, paid full for all materials, worked another 6-12 hours daily on building the house, paid for his costs 100%. He only worked on the house. Simple math now tells me I gave in this relationship four units, he put in one unit. If I were rich gal I would not mind at all. I was sort of rich until I was not :). And living like a rentier surely comes to fit fast for simple people. Of course he liked travelling and fancy restaurants. Who wouldn’t?! Especially when all costs covered.
So what I am thinking is that so far people have liked or “loved” me because of money. Mainly. Because the moment I have none they disappear! Some people, men, have liked or loved me because of sex. I love sex. But who doesn’t. But loving sex and loving are not one and the same.
So have I been loved ever? Nope. Things I did were loved, things I said were loved, the songs I sang, the endless nights filled with laughter were loved. But not me.
Does it matter? Nope.
Have I loved someone? I guess not. I love myself. I have loved strawberries, sauna, first snow. My first love was not love, that was just teenagers hot and wet dream. He was hot and did everything right. Then. And then he went to his own wedding straight after spending twenty hours hot, hard and wet in my bed.
I still love beer, real tomatoes picked from my own garden, sunbathing naked, chockolate melting on my ….. and maybe one day there is someone who would lick it off.
May there be light,
May there be warmth,
all so that crops will grow
all so that love will grow
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49 Chat GPT
The mighty technology today. Had to try it. Fed it a few questions. I came out stunned.
You see I started this whole writing thing some time ago when out of the blue every channel I looked started feeding me the news about Johnny Depp and the court case with chick called Amber. It was coming in to my life from all holes imaginable and not imaginable. It was literally everywhere. Just like that. I never seen a film of Johnny Depp, I have never heard of this Amber gal. Except this once when I won a bet. Don’t know exactly what year it was, but surely somewhere after 2013. There was in some news that the two had found eachother and all was going to be forever after. Now, we had some gathering with friends and we somehow ended up talking American news. We saw the pic of the pair and I said well, I will give it a year, two tops. Had some fun with that because the others bet against me. So, last year I found out I was right and I won that bottle of rum.
All this writing came out of me like a therapy. Listening to Leonard Cohen and writing. It helped to ease the horrors I have had in my life. Sort of seeing I am not the worse off. In some cases. Sort of feeling pleased and sad at once knowing I can read people just by watching them. Sad because I don’t understand how not everyone reads people like I do. Yes, not everyone is interesting enough to be reading them. Yes, not everyone shows their real face immediately. Boy, I have a good sample of this high level of deceit possible just last year! When the ruzzians started war in Ukraine I was attacked by my colleagues of twenty years. Yes, you read right. I was attacked by men whom I worked with for roughly twenty years. They are ruzzian men. I am the only woman in this particular field. I am the only native. They don’t speak local official language. They have ruzzian passports, they live here for whole life as they were born here when we were occupied by Soviet Ruzzia. They consider themselves as rescuers. Ruzzians always think they bring freedom. Nobody else thinks they bring freedom. Only pain, suffering, horrors, rape, starvation. Nobody around them had anything good from them. Nothing, never, ever was good. No relationship, no culture, nothing. Ruzzians like to show off how good they are by stealing and presenting it to be their own. Take anythin invented, they copy, poorly. Take cars, take weapons, take planes. They are useless “nation”, as one said. It’s not even nation, it’s noun. There is no nation like that. In childhood we were told not to cheat or steal or you will turn to be ruzzian! Yet they don’t get it. Whole nations, millions of people living in neighbouring countries, curse them to rot in hell. But they don’t get why. I’m sick of this “nation”, this language, this attitude, this arrogance and stupidity. It’s endless. Cut off one idiot, another three occur.
So to entertain myself I checked how the magic of Chat GPT works. I asked some political questions, some vacation and travel things, random stuff. And then I asked to write a book chapter for a small three years old girl being abused and starved in a small country some decades ago. I did’nt give more info. No names, no food, no torture details.
I got the answer, the whole chapter, with less than 5 seconds! It’s not much good as I only gave one sentence for it to work with. And that’s not even the point why I’m stunned. Because from all girls’ names in the world it chose this particular name that left me speechless. I copied the work below. I am still wondering how and why it chose this name for the girl. I am stunned still. Avid reader will perhaps know why. Is that a sign? And sign of what then? Nothing worrying in the family there, but I am thinking if there is energy telling me to take the blog further to reach the reason, the person that pushed me to write all this….
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Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was three years old. Her name was Lily. Lily lived in a house with her mommy and daddy. But things were not good in Lily’s house.
Lily’s mommy and daddy did not give her enough food to eat. Sometimes, Lily was so hungry that her tummy hurt. And when Lily asked for more food, her mommy and daddy would get angry and yell at her.
But that wasn’t the worst part. Lily’s mommy and daddy also hit her a lot. They would use their hands or things like belts to hit her. Sometimes, the hits would hurt so much that Lily would cry and cry. But her mommy and daddy didn’t care. They just kept hitting her.
Lily didn’t understand why her mommy and daddy were so mean to her. She loved them, but she didn’t understand why they couldn’t be nice to her. She didn’t know how to make things better.
One day, someone at Lily’s school noticed that something wasn’t quite right. They saw that Lily was very skinny and had marks on her body. They knew that something bad was happening to her. So they called the police.
When the police came to Lily’s house, they saw how bad things were. They took Lily away from her mommy and daddy and brought her to a safe place where she could get food and medical help.
Lily was scared at first. She missed her mommy and daddy, even though they didn’t treat her well. But the people at the safe place were very kind to her. They gave her lots of food to eat and took care of her. Lily began to feel better.
It took a long time for Lily to heal from what had happened to her. But slowly and surely, she started to feel like herself again. She learned that it was okay to ask for help when she needed it. And most importantly, she learned that she deserved to be loved and treated with kindness.
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Ring the bells that still can ring!
There is a crack in everything – that is how the light gets in!
Love and all,
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48 spring – sprang – sprung
Everything turning into a spring. The tiny birds appeared. They sing like mad. Which is good. It’s not pitchdark anymore! Which is good because then I don’t go back to bed after morning coffee. I have been doing this for months now – wake up at 6, run errands in the morning, make breakfast, put on washingmashine and diswasher and! – go back to bed at 9. Love the still warm bed, some sort of magic mattrass I have, climb in and enjoy. Vaguely remember that time in the morning was the best for getting dirty. Now I think I am becoming a virgin again. I am sure it’s possible. Or, I might be the first on Earth to do that. Not complaining though ;). Only pity to waste the talent.
Was being too early with my celebration of the spring. Because the snow is back. Blizzard actually and minus 20 C at nights. So getting back depressed a bit as there is no sun again. I don’t mind if there is snow if the sun is up also. I counted in January we had some fifteen hours of sunshine total. Whole month! That is probably the main reason people in the norther bits of world are so depressed. It’s blody dark when you wake up and go to work or school or whatever you do… and by the time you get out of office or school – surprise! – it’s dark again! That is also the reason we take the magic pill of vitamin D as its highly recommended by doctors. I would actually make it obligatory because it’s effects are clearly visible. The skin and the mood of a person who is not takind vitamin D pills are grey. Literally both. And within three days of taking the pill the skin gets better and mood is back to normal. The most visible is the exhaustion of people here. Exhausted, tired, moody, sad, just constantly pissed off on everything, all the bad things at once. And being poor is not helping much. Just few days back there was news that we are in the most expensive country in Europe. And the poorest at the same time. Let me tell you – it’s not the news for us. If your income is 700 Euros per month and rent is 450 Euros per month then even firstgrader can understand that the remaining is not very big sum.
Tribute to Jeff Beck in London Royal Albert Hall was just announced. That sounds like dream come true. I bet by the time the sales open for public the tickets are all gone. Especially considering the lineup. Lovely idea and glad the biggest supporters have composed themselves so fast after his passing. Can’t be easy. It never is. I was out of order for years after moms’ passing. I wish I could go. I shall try for sure. Always loved London, especially in springtime. I love being anonymous there and the fun part that the chances of anyone speaking my language is one in a million.
Or speaking russian. That language today makes me throw up. For obvious reasons. I can’t stand the inborn arrogance and ignorance most of the russians have. We have the touragencies now advertising some trips to Greece or Turkey even adding such line to the ad of some hotelcomplexes: “no russian customers”. Whick means even greek and turkish people have understood the manners of the people from this shithole of a country called Ruzzia and cancelling the orders a clients from there. Because of the complaints submerging not only now after they started war, but looooong before! I have even complained about drunk ruzzians yapping, screaming and beating eachother…. Yes, that is their understanding of vacation. I am struggling even writing the name of the country with capital letter. That has been and is their way of life. The culture they claim they carry. Culture of beating, rape and killing everything they see including babies, with a touch of stealing, robbing. We know this culture for last 80+ years. But somehow they are not able to understand that they are the bad guys. Go figure. I hope they rot alive. The normal ones, as one guy from Moscow said, are mere 20% of all of the people. If russian says it…. then I take it’s true. My own experience is rather similar. In addition to being minority they have one trait that the orcs don’t: they speak/ read/ understand at least one more language hence they can read news that are not produced by ministry of propaganda. And another trait they have: brainwashed propagandist and talking heads hate them. And that is why they keep low. Unfortunately. I hope more normal people will come out though orcs have emptied the prisons and now unfortunately there is again space to imprison the normal ones…. damn. Clever little fuckers them orcs.
Slava Ukraini!
Glory to Georgia!
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47 cultural updates
Now from March on we shall have several exciting events coming up. I have taken on two tickets for the following fascinating events:
Steve Vai
Dylan Moran – top G
Depeche Mode
Megadeth
Camouflage
Scorpions
Bob Geldof
Some of these are venues that are open air – like Megadeth obviously, some indoors. Either way it will be a blast each and every one of them.
I have not taken yet ticks to Bruce Springsteen, but thinking going to either Amsterdam or London. Or maybe Rome or Paris. Still havent had the feeling of urgent need 😉 and it might be that I end up not going at all. Which I know I will regret.
Long story short: JD, come to enjoy some fine dine, stroll in town and fab concert as a cherry on top!
“booking” details: themaddesthattereverseen@gmail.com
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46 Valentine or not?
The time of spring is approaching. Snow is almost gone. The grass that got suddenly covered with snow is now as green as it was. I dont quite remember grass being green in winter right after the snow disappeared. Probably because I was not looking down.
So another dreadful month coming. Apart of the Xmas and snow that is. February is important for the young, for the lovers, for the couples. Not for me then. But I will play along. Dont like it, but what can you do. All shops are covered in red heartshaped crap starting from candies, pillows, balloons and ending with almost nonexcistent strings. For both, male and female. Strings like underwear. No strings attached to strings ;).
Anyways, in few days it will be done and over with these fancy pantsy. And then another anniversary comes up, the 24th February. The day that the evil shorty started the war. Modern idiot. How it is that with todays fancy equipment he is still standing. How is it that there has not yet been the 8 grams of metal in his head. Really fed up with this idiot and his followers. The incredible volumes of stupidity is exhausting. Why there is no masters with fancy bits of cookies and tea? Or why the windows dont open near this evil shorty? Now get him some cake, candies or flowers with magic thorns for Valentines day. Anyone, please.
There is not much to write. Not much to write about good things. Because there are not many good things in winter, during war, after horrid earthquake in middle east. Nothing good. The only good thing is that they get survivors out on time. The bad thing is newborn babies have nobody else surviving. Swept off from the Earth whole families. Swept off from Earth just common people, who have done nothing wrong. But the evil shorty is preparing celebratory statements and parties. Incredible. Russians dont understand the world as we do, their religion is the ruler, and their religion is this evil shorty whom they follow no matter what. They actually gave furcoats to the viwes of dead soldiers, filming it as if to tell the world how good they are, and then take the coats back. So the price of a russian soldier used to be Lada – a russian make car. Then 3-pack of towels. Then furcoats. But then no furcoats. Propaganda is so crazy but still working. Its hilarious, because russians do believe it. There are russians with some gray cells lef tho, and they by themselves state that 80% of russians are brainwashed, following, believing, fulfilling orders. Amazing.
Slava Ukraini!
Power to Iran!
Power to Turkey and Syria!
May the horrors end, may the evil dissapear!
For JD who might still be in UK, come to see:
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45 Slava Ukraini!
So. It only took 11 months to get common sense, eyes opened, talks heard by germans, americans… whatta shame. No words to describe the level of dissapointment. As if the people deciding are retards. And I am not kidding. To be not able to hear and understand what we, neighbours of terrorist state Russia, were telling them. Telling from the first week of the war. I think it was the day eight when president of Ukraine called for help with heavy weapons. Nothing. Talking heads thinking they know russian mentality, understand russians are crazy stupid and arrogant? Right. No. They lived in strangest of illusion for months, fuelled with stupid hope that there will be sense (?!) in russians heads ;). The main dissapointment for us – us, the countries that have been occupied by and suffered from constant russian arrogance and stupidity for years! – was that nobody listened to us. We, the neighbours, bordering countries. Together with Ukraine. The fact that nobody listened us cost Ukraine the life of hundred thousand civilians, including kids. And its still counting. I dont know how the talking heads can live with themselves now. Its their fault. Would they decide right when this horror started. Would they decide to send the tanks immediately or at least within few months…. but no, they are smarter and sure russians are too (you know thats irony, right)
Unfortunately, after decades of observing russians, working literally exclusivly with them all my adult life (because they were sent here after IIWW). Plus, my childhood was exclusively under russian occupation (and now I can say, terrorism!), I feel and know for a fact that I know this strange species that is called “russians” very well. And that is not a good species to put it mildly.
They say good judgment comes from experience, and most of that comes from bad judgment. We had no bad judgement. Everything was decided without our participation. We only learned to live, survive and shut up. Anyone slightly rebellious was prosecuted, killed or simply sent to vast wonderland of Siberia with one way ticket. In cattlewagons. For later reference, the word and the meaning of “cattle” seems to be of primarly importance when talking “russia”. So when you were stupid enough, living in your barely surviving “farm” – meaning one cow and a handful of chickens – and had your cow knocked up. You know what happened? The russians came and took the calve, killed it and ate it. Smarter ones waited for autumn and came and took the slightly grown calve. And killed it and ate it. What, what did you say, they paid in cash? 😉 humor kept us alive, yes. If you protested, you got kick in the head with the rifle. If you protested more, you got shot right there. Same with any cattle. Only one cow was allowed, only 4 or 5 sheep, pigs … well, the average healthy pig had 11 to 13 tiny piggies. Had. You maybe saw them. If “lucky” you get to feed them for few months until the representatives of russian terrorists came to collect.
That horror we lived. Killing civillians was, ofcourse, seldom after 1950ies, because we learned to shut up. We let them take whatever they pleased. Only to spare own lives. However, under oppression one learns new skills. And, as stated beforehand – russians are not very bright. More like stupid cattleforce. I am still amazed how this kind of people live rather long life. In theory they should not survive, evolution should work. But we have modern medicine, which now has served us in a negative way.
So the shootings sort of ended and harassement became more or less “civil” by the 1960-1970. They just harassed, observed, stole our livelyhood by declaring limits and taking “excess”. We sort of obeyed. Because our lands here have some 60-80% of forests, and we live here all our lives we knew these forests as our backyard. Our first neighbour lived 3 kilometres away. Roads were minimal and these same roads we have today. All in between the roads were huge masses of forests. Forests that we knew as our backyard. And in these forests we hide all our “excess” cows, lambs, horses. And these idiots (read: russians) never realised. I worked as a child from when I was almost 5 years old. My tasks were to find our animals in the forests or hide them in the forests. I had to find cows on time twice a day. It took some time for them to realise where and when to come and they started showing up by themselves on time. But the work still remained as if the leader of cows died I had to train them again next year. And we had to change the location every year too, in case some helpful neighbour ratted us out.
I am proud of my country, our rebellious souls, our clever minds, our surviving skills, our look to bright future. We dont go back. Ever. Never. That is exactly why we understand Ukraine. That is exactly why we support and help Ukraine. Because we are today and have always been pain in poo-tins arse.
In a way this is exactly what todays talking heads in Europe and USA dont understand. These people never had hunger, never suffered oppression, never worked for free or for a piece of bread. They never were forced to speak strange language. They never were punished for speaking own language. They never were forced to sing hail Lenin and march with red russian flags. They never got paid for months work in toilet paper. Monthly salary was pile of toilet paper. Not money. Not even vodka.
This is what president of Ukraine remembers from his childhood. Maybe. Maybe even worse as he is jew (in our country that was not much of emphasised “problem”. We did not have any racisim or nazism as far as my family and friends remember. And again, it doesnt mean in some end of the country there was 1 skinhead or looney). We are the same age with president of Ukraine. And that is what I remember. This is galaxies away from the memories of todays talking heads of Europe and USA. And that is why they dont understand that there will be no going back, no going back to be part of anything of russian origin. Russians live like cockroaches, within their own shit. Whatever they touch turns into shit. Whatever they say makes no sense. They are raised cattleforce, sent to die as cattleforce. Todays russians never had own ability to think. The bright people were killed or sent to Siberia. What was left was bottomscrapers, meat for cannons. And thats not utopia. Thats facts!
The bright russian people today – not to be offended by the above, dear, but you are a rare vision. I start to tremble when I hear russian language. I have enough of the cockroaches. They are fucking everywhere. And from only a look you cant separate the normal people from the arrogant russian nazis. That is why we are cautious. Because your nation tried for over 80 years to destroy us, many of you still consider being of higher quality than locals but still dont speak the local language. Where else in the world you behave like shit? Everywhere. In Turkey, in Egypt, in Germany. Everywhere. You are referred as cockroaches. To my surprise you are referred as cocroaches EVERYWHERE!
That is what Europe and USA dont understand. They have no experience surviving russian occupation. And they ignored what we said right from the start of the war. Because they thought we are bluffing. Because they thought poo-tin is all fluffy and pink, must not be insulted or he will cry.
That is why Ukraine will not give up. That is why we, neighbouring countries support Ukraine so fiercly giving our last to them.
I actually lost my work because of the war. And I actually shot myself to my foot when I turned to our governent with request and actually rather strict order! to close the borders for food supply. My company moved foodstuffs to Russia. Whole trainloads of it. Years and years. And months after the war started. Then I realised I am feeding the terrorists and called up our government to close the borders. Close the borders for me. I knew I will be without income. But I rather starve than feed the killingmachine. Government finally closed the border for foodstuffs somewhere in October or November 2022 and by now all my savings are gone. Its February 2023 in few days. I will support Ukraine. I will suffer because of it. I am ready.
NO GOING BACK.
Slava Ukraini!
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44. horrors continue
Noticed in my communications lately that some people have difficulties understanding me. It could be that my speech is still impaired after stroke that I had some 17 years ago, I really dont “hear” that myself. I also dont have much 1:1 human contact, so I actually dont speak much. And the funny thing is, when I do speak that would be mostly in three totally different (from each other, that is) languages – my mothertongue, Russian and English. So that mixup can have even the brightest mind confused the words and languages every now and then, not to mention stoke “survivor”. That could add to the speech being muffeled or mumbling of sort. Really cannot put the finger on, but nevertheless have received notes claiming I am difficult to understand. So when on phone or in public, I decided to stand straight, try not to laugh (because I do laugh all the time, could be remaining side-effect of stroke!) and open my mouth wide and talk SLOWLY. However when writing there must be either typos or just plain gramma errors – thats because I never had formal English language education. So again, pardon me, and ignore the tiny errors which I am sure are hiding someplace even now!
For anyone finding my texts now and / or skipping some chapters where I might have been explaining myself, my skills or my past – I would like to announce English is not my mothertongue, nor second language, nor third, nor fourth, but fifth language and, I was selftaught and just went to uni to do the exams. Also, I graduated with honours, but that was not English studies in deeper level. That being said, I apologise in advance for all grammatical errors that might ocurr aswell as the ever so common typos. As my thought flies faster than my fingers and sometimes you can proofread all you want 😉 but you just dont see IT.
I am not religious person. Because whenever, where-ever I collided with even the faintest of ideas of religion, say, someone saying the name of Jesus – it always had bad taste to it. Let me explain in more details some of the situations and thoughts. Initial experience at home was religion free totally, 100%. My real home was against all oppression, all forced “junk” including all religion, Lenin and Russkii Mir. My elders were not religious, never went to church when I was around (though we had one barely standing, and barely standing because most of the people in our country are non-religious, hence the congregation of 23 people can not really keep up the maintenence with handful of pennies). My mother however, was babtised some time around 1950. But that was mostly because that time it was part of education, something you could not escape. And that!, being religious or having any contact with any church!, did not come in handy when II WW ended. Everyone vaguely suspicious of being religious, no matter jew or not, was either harrassed, shot or sent to Siberia. For more than 50 years we were not allowed to celebrate Xmas, or as we knew it – winter solstice or Juletide. Again, nothing to do with religion but the change of season or duration of sunshine if you will. The solctice celebrations were hijacked from nordic pagan people by christians when they came conquering and occupying. So after IIWW when caught with tree and ornaments and celebrations on wrong time you were harassed. So generously russians “allowed” to celebrate their understanding of this – Ded Moroz in troika (the three horses carriage with blue-coated Father of Frost) – and the timing was slightly later than “proper Xmas”, usually after new years eve. We as pagans were celebrating wintersolstice with so-called Juletide tree that could be translated as you wish, but most people simply said word to word “spruce-tree” or tannenbaum (sometimes some words were of German heritance for the oldest people who were taught German in school). Partly a wannabe show-off, thats for sure. There were wannabes in our family too. Furcoats, red lipstick, drinking tea with pinky poking out. Next moment cleaning stables from shite pretending that to be just temporary ;). Forty years gone by. Still cleaning and pretending.
I heard the word “lord” or “god” or “good good” only when people were doing hard physical work, and their bodies threatened to give up – aches, exhaustion. Hard physical work as that times we did not have fancy machinery as today. Every task was done by hand, exception being ploughing snow (sometimes) and prepping field for potatoes (both seeding and picking). So the old bones bending over the potatoes obviously got worned out fast, and in order to keep going one has to stretch. So when the grownups stretched they usually, some 90% of time, said: “Good Lord” or “Oh, Lord” or some equivalent of this. That means it was used as conjunction. Its not indicating that the person is religious. Because they are not.
Jumping to a different topic for a moment and for closure today. One of the worlds favourite magician – musician has passed away. I am speechless. Speechless because I saw it coming some time at Xmas. Had terrible dreams for several days and I saw white rooms and silver metal tubes, masks, drips. We have at least his music, the biggest there is in life. I got to hear in live concert in Helsinki. Precious. Music. Rest in peace Jeff Beck.
Dreaming of freedom or freedom of dreaming.
Even though not religious.
I pray for Ukraine
I pray for Iran
The pain is unbearable
Its annoying
The inability to decide
Cowards
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43 the worst time on repeat
Sorry for the silence, folks, have been busy surviving the ever suddenly coming winter. Its not that terribly cold yet and I hope most people have changed the tyres for winter ones. First few days of snow were fun, but also expensive for the ones who ended up crashing.
That bit was written almost a mont ago. After that it all went to limbo. Winter came and all superproblems became again terribly visible. Now two big horrors: for what seems to be going on a whole eternity the Russian invasion to Ukraine and, looooong baking revolution in Iran. My father was a man of few words. He rarely talked. Usually he simply did not give a fuck because most of the time and most of the big things in world was not for simple commoner to change. And he kept his focus on what he was doing. Yapping about things that did not concern him was totally not his style. So, when he suddenly in random time and random place spoke everyone was listening. I remember it as if it was yesterday. That how significant each time he said anything was. It was sometime during 1984 or 1985, after listening to news, world news, not just local ones!, from radio. The news were about Iran, their mulla (or whatever their titles were that time) Khomeini, their new rules for women or of some sort. It was not quite understandable to me (plus the word mulla means a whole different thing in our language:) ) as I was just a preschool child and I didnt understand even the words that were said nor the concept of other countries like Iran excisting! For us was “only important Stalin, Lenin, Moscow and Russkii Mir” and that we had to keep pretending liking this shit to survive. Being betrayed by own close neighbour or even relative was more or less common practice. We nodded to everything, agreed to everything, but inside was boiling. Our goal was to survive and wait for the suitable moment. So, some day in 1984 or 1985 my father, sitting at the kitchen table looking through the window to eternity behind the forest said, particularly to nobody: “So this is the end of Iran as we know it”. And went to work. Nothing else. These words were said with such passion, regret, sadness, confusing mix of emotions, that I remembered them my whole life. This sentence kept me from going to Iran 4 times, as a tourist. I always wanted to visit this region, but understanding the constant conflicts throughout the years and my fathers words, I never went. Be it Syria, Iraan, Iraq, even Arab emirates, even northern Africa – nothing good can come of places where the ruler is religion. Or USA for that matter. Nothing good comes from religion, especially forced on religion. Never has come, never will come. Nothing.
Not a single atheist or pagan ever went to school with AK47 for killingspree. Also, the one lunatic who went to kindergarden in Belgium and cut the throats of some 13 or 17 one-year old babies. Certainly not pagan, certainly not atheist. Who were raping the church-choir boys? Bad guy from the ghetto? Nope. Who was it killing the orphans, in Ireland, in Romania, in Canada? Bigfoot? Nope, these were nuns! NUNS! Or these orphans and indigenous kids just disappeared to thin air? Yes, in the name of god, a fairytale. In hopes that you go to heaven. Or heaven plus 72 virgins. Let me tell you. There is slightly more realistic fairytale, its called Santa Claus. And he actually excists! No? Well, I have been to his place twice. You, however, havent seen god with your own eyes :). Cinderella too excists, you can find her after 40 minutes ride from Paris central station. Or an hour or so from Orlando airport? I guess…. Oh, I know, you say these are not real, they are characters played by actors and actresses. Yeah, well, your god is not even played. And the only thing you confirm by believing in god is that you are off your rocker! To claim you have invisible friend who created all the world and is the true leader… I mean, hell yeah, you sure can do all your dirty deeds as you know that you are forgiven in advance!!! How can you believe this nonsense! A few thousand years ago one guy died, so you can go ahead and do whatever you wish for because he has your sins covered 🙂 . This is the furthest you get from common sense. I sure am happy that I was born in non-religious country and with ability to think, use common sense and act as is normal, and in addition, most of us here do that without invisible bearded friend sitting on a cloud. Recommend highly for grown ups – dont drink, dont smoke, dont do things you cannot handle. And, switch on your common sense – fairytales are called fairytales for a reason – they are not true. Plus you are going to hell anyway, because your sins are yours and not forgiven. Invisible friend can not forgive you anything because he doesnt excist!!
Most times, it just gets down to common sense. Just dont start yapping about god/ allah/ or any other equivalent of fairytale to a person less than 18 years old. Anyone younger than that is not capable to understand nor choose nor decide on such matter. Dont force your beliefs on kids. That oppressive behaviour should, in fact, be considered a criminal act.
Anyways. I now declare I found motivation to start moving towards my longlost fit body. Just started on last day of November, slowly to move my ass so to speak. AND I kid you not! Immediately it worked in a way I lost some four hours later a whole 1 kilo! And I did not expect that because I stopped sport or any physical fast movement years ago. I still am bearable to watch by naked eye though as I always had physically challenging work, which included lifting heavy loads, walking long distances and in fact the most energy consuming task was always to keep warm. I kid you not! I could be 10-12 hours outside in – 10C or even -25C without any place to get shelter. So to survive is the main goal. Its not terribly difficult to keep warm if there was either intensive walking or intensive lifting involved. The worst day was when I just had to stand and wait. Wait, wait and wait a little more. Just standing in winter outside is the most dangerous. Your feet, your face, everything, every bit of your body sort of starts to shut down one by one. Its pretty ridiculous that its forbidden to leave and sit in car or wait it out somewhere inside some building, anywhere.
This bit of writing I started in November. I lost motivation as I was suffocating under the masses of idiots of ruzzia. They truly are magnificent in their brainless life. Its a true miracle these kinds of imbeciles live. Damn that modern medicine!
But now, I close this bit. Though a few days later, I consider it to be the closing of this dreadful 2022. I hope to find motivatio and good emotions to get out of this winter alive.
Happy New Year!
Slava Ukraini!