Friday, 30 January 2009

Obdachloser zieht um

Als ich heute nach der Arbeit in die Wohnung kam, sprang meine Vermieterin gleich aus ihrem Zimmer um mir zu verbieten das Badezimmer zu benutzen, weil sie gleich baden wollte. Okay, ich ziehe morgen um, dies ist das letzte mal. Dann fängt sie aber doch glatt an zu Staubsaugen, nun sind schon fast 2 Stunden vergangen und sie hat mit baden noch nicht mal angefangen. Okay, ich ziehe morgen um, dies ist das letzte mal. Dann hat sie mir ne Stunde lang von ihrem Job Interview gestern erzählt, während ich mit meinem Abendessen in der Hand im Korridor stand. Okay, ich höre zu, dies ist das letzte mal.

Dann sage ich ihr:ich ziehe morgen um. Sie verzieht ihr Gesicht, meint die letzte Abrechnung kommt. Der Moment in dem ich ihr DIE WAHRHEIT sage. Der Moment in dem ich so einiges klarstellen möchte. Aber nein, ich verzichte auf die Genugtuung "ihr es wenigstens gesagt zu haben". Und um zu verhindern das SIE mir "Die Wahrheit" sagt, fange ich zu klagen an was das doch viel Arbeit ist so ein Umzug, welch ein Stress!... Und man denkt man zieht um, und schwupps, die Zeit vergeht im Flug, und eh man sich's versieht muss man schon packen. Wie unpraktisch. Volltreffer. Sie bietet mir sogar ihre Hilfe an!

Aber da ich so friedliebend bin, bzw. Frau Hasenherz, habe ich meine Kaution zurückverlangen noch auf morgen verlegt...Gut Ding will gut weil. Ob das nur gutgeht!...

"Das Leben ist grausam und schrecklich gemein."

Wednesday, 28 January 2009

So true!

In one of my interviews I asked what the difference between family farming and industrial agriculture is in Portugal. A woman replied that in family farming, the farmers rely on their own resources and finances, while industrial farming relies on state support!
So true!!!...

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

Moral dilemma

If you had head lice, would you tell your friends about it?

Monday, 19 January 2009

Qual é coisa, qual é ela...?

Como explicam que, por um lado, quando as pessoas deixam de cultivar as terras isso é visto como uma perda de virtudes, por outro lado, as pessoas ficam envergonhadas em admitir que cultivam para a casa?

Deixar de cultivar = vergonha
Cultivar = vergonha
?

(Até parece que a coisa mais virtuosa que se pode fazer é vender as terras e comprar um apartamento, daqueles feios, frios e estéreis que há, em prédios que ficam quase no meio do mato, longe de qualquer pressão urbanística que justificasse a sua existência.)

Beautiful people ;-)

"Sometimes they leave some things at my door, because they know that I don't have it."

That's what a peasant told me in an interview, and that's what really happens in Portuguese villages. Even to my sister who moved to a village. The neighbours know what she has in her garden and what she hasn't. If they've got it, they bring it over and leave it at her door.

Über allem herrscht - Gewalt!

"Wer das Geld hat,
der hat die Macht.
Und wer die Macht hat,
hat das Recht,
und wer das Recht hat -
beugt es auch!
denn über allem herrscht Gewalt!"

Die Kluge - Carl Orff

Who has the money
has the power.
And who has power has the rights.
And who has the rights
twists them.
'Cause over everything commands violence.

Sunday, 18 January 2009

Alguêm conhece?

"Hinos de paz que vão pelas ruas
entram nos peitos das mulitdões
Hinos de amor com verdades cruas
vão dar esperança aos corações."

Só me estou a lembrar vagamente desta música...Alguêm sabe o texto todo ou de quem é?

Thursday, 15 January 2009

Wednesday, 14 January 2009

Quem me dera...

"Quem me dera estar na Aigra!...e em tão boa companhia."
(P.S. - "Pimu! Anda hin!")

Thursday, 8 January 2009

Justiça popular

Reparem no pormenor da placa: debaixo da informação de arrendamento diz: "O Saínhas deve 160€". Trata-se de um coveiro gay que viveu uns meses na casa do lado oposto da rua (reparem na seta do lado esquerdo a apontar para a casa) e acabou por dever dinheiro ao vizinho. Como nunca mais devolveu o dinheiro ao vizinho, este, para reunir pressão social suficiente para o coveiro lhe devolver o dinheiro, fez esta nota em frente de sua casa. Mas o coveiro não se deve importar muito: já deve estar habituadíssimo a ser malvisto. Também: que homem anda de saia cor-de-rosa na rua?!

Saturday, 3 January 2009

Traditional, local handicrafts?

There is a village that is famous for its pottery, there are potteries working since several generations. In the area there is a special green clay that is fired in a way that the pottery gets all black. In a single little village there are about 10 potters and 7 pottery establishments. Now, surprisinlgy, most of the potters do almost not use local clay, but instead they buy cheap red clay from a refining plant in the south west of the country. They get 1Kg of clay for about 20-25 €cent, while extracting local clay would cost them about 0.50 cent. So, nowadays the potters of the area benefit of the past fame of the village for pottery, for doing pottery with foreign clay could be done everywhere.