Happy to write my first post from Istanbul, this year the heart of European culture and new home to some 1000 people from around 150 different countries all around the world!
Bucharest. Day 1. July 23 2010
Smiling near the world of fantasies. What if the painter, or painter who painted the wall, or builders who built it were smiling in front of it in just the same way? Imagine the imaginary photos..
I was walking in the rooms of a Geology museum when I started to think what does leaving your mark in history mean this day, and what did it mean for creatures living millions of years ago.
Today, in my opinion, humanity in general thinks of leaving their mark as having children, writing a book, doing a memorable thing which would get into history books, planting a tree that would outlive them, building a house..(else??). Continue reading “Leaving your mark in history”
A young boy was looking up into a hill. It was a dark hill, and he was a very young boy. Still, he wanted to climb it. He wanted to rush up, to fly up and be the king of the world. Young. Do you know that young boys might see the world differently than the older ones? Or young girls than older girls. Or..
A young boy was looking up into a picture. It was a picture of a mountain.
He took a brush that he saw in the corner, of what was a room, not the field or valley or garden, where it’s much more likely to see hills..
This young boy decided to paint a few rings that would protect him when he climbs. This was a place which didn’t let any weaknesses in, and a place that took in all climbers, all things that could or would climb. This was boys image.
This is artist image, where boy could have been an artist, yet an impressive picture, a though-provoking piece.
About Passivite courtoise by Victor Brauer, a painting I have seen in National Museum of Art
Next two weeks I will be discovering two new cities to me, but not so-new to millions who have lived and visited Bucharest/Istanbul. I will update this blog with images/news from these wonderful places, of which first I will be just visiting (seeing), and in Istanbul I hope to do a bit more “building” work. I will be participating in a youth congress as a young activist (maybe soon to be real activist). susirupines.wordpress.com is the first “battlefield” where I explore this world of activities and issues, and I hope to discover even new ways to worry on, continue!
I would like to wander for a bit into the world of economics/transportation – and to wander in such a way that I could be very close to the real world at the same time.
In the simplest language I can use, the possible issue I want to rise is “using products from further away when there are just as good products close”.
In economics, I would be arguing against free trade – for some kind of trade limitations. But to discuss now free trade or protectionism (a thing quite opposite to free trade) is not necessary. I will consider an example instead.
Chocolate is a very popular candy and is produced in many different countries, and exported to many others. (also, it’s often harvested in one country, then processed in another..) When I visit one of the supermarkets in my country, I see a lot of those different chocolates.. (Karūna, Laima, Kalev, Fazer, Milka, Kinder, Schogetten..). None of these chocolates is produced closer than 100km from the supermarket, so it has to, in some way, be transported from the factory. 100, or 200, or 1000.
Then, sometimes people transport chocolate on their own – Estonians come to Finland to buy Fazer, Fins come to Estonia to buy Kalev (I am not suggesting that it’s the main reason for coming)..
I think that when we participate in such activities or we buy products (not only chocolate), we should consider how far away have they traveled from, how much gas has been burned and if there is any nature-friendly choices. Also, multiply whatever numbers we get by the amount of people who live in your city.
A little journey into the land of jobs/ things to do that I don’t like, more issues to share on this blog!
That sound of cutting the grass(mowing)!
That smell of cut down grass!
That feeling when you are walking barefoot over the field of mowed grass!
That puzzlement when you can’t find a shadow!
That thoughtless move of throwing down a burning stick!
That growing hair you always have to cut!
That sharpish nail grows back every week!
That childish thought of breaking trees, attacking others with the branches…
Why do we cut so often? What cutting gives us, what it takes? What if we never cut, how would our yards would seem, our trees would be…?
Let us visit a world of runners for a little while. It is a world where everyone is running in one way or other, for one reason or another. Some animals are running away from their fierce enemies, stronger species. Some animals are trying to catch their dinner, weaker species. A dog here or two dogs there are stretching their legs after a long sleep. An average velocity for a being in this world is 15.0034 km/hour (sleeping time included). Shortest run is not considered a goal or something to seek for, so is not counted. Longest run – one crazy sifaka jumped up and started running a second after it was born – and is still running! Sifaka’s are also considered the most beautiful runners: either flying from one tree to another or hopping on the ground, almost dancing. We can simply define this world of runners as a runnersworld, or R-World, where R stands for run.
Let us create a human being in this R-World, a relatively slow runner (one that brings the average velocity down, could be not 15.0034, but 15.0039, or even 15.0040!). He’s training, running in a stadium, trying to improve his time, improve humanity’s position in the R-World. Now, who is he? Does it matter to us? In the R-world, all we need to know is that he completes one stadium lap in 24 seconds. Is he in any way important? He might be, because I want us to create a situation for him. If he and all R-World was like a doll-play, we could move all the figures ourselves. Let us do just that. From here on is a fragment of one such doll-play.
A human being is running, putting all his energy into completing another lap, and another, maybe improving his time. Suddenly, he hears a shout, something behind his back, and turns his head, still running. It’s another runner, another human being, running towards him with ever greater speed. What does he want? A doll-player who creates a play, now, thinks that he had created a play, the figures are in their places. But what next? They can’t just keep on doing what they are doing – it would be just the same R-world, with all it’s runs and runs-after. Hence we leave the play, and just think about what we have created.
One man running after another, wanting something, even angry. Why? If we know that they have nothing in common, why don’t they just pass each other? Maybe the R-World is just like any other? In so many world that we might imagine, we can create a situation with a runner. It does not have to be R-World, any is fine, just with a runner. So we can leave the world of runners.
What have we learnt? Not much, because the doll-play is just a stage, without any emotions, motives, just with a set-up. A set-up for running away. To really feel the tension, the position of such a set-up, we must experience it ourselves. It can be ugly – if someone’s running after you, wanting to hurt you. It can be fun, if you just run away from a-wanting-to-shake-hands friend, or after an exam, without saying goodbye to your mates. Is it a situation we should fear, ignore, shy off, or face, encounter, challenge?…
Also, there’s a nice song with the same name “Runaway” by The National
A little boy cries out for his mother or father after a scary dream. What is it that he dreamt? Was it a dragon, a witch, or was he running, but not getting anywhere, or drowning, but not fully?
He’s given a cold glass of water, and after that everything’s alright. The boy forgets the tension, the scare, the dream, and sleeps again.
Until, again, the boy is waken from his sleep – but it’s not his who’s fault it is.
His little sister, Ann, cries out this time around. What is the problem? Who’s hurt? Who dares disturb me on such late an hour? The thoughts run through boy’s mind.
It is a dream, a dream that makes him wonder. It makes him wonder, why does he wake at 2 o’clock, at 4 o’clock, but not half past 2, not half past 4. It is the reason, too.
When the boy brushes his teeth, makes all the necessary preparations, and goes to sleep, it seems just like an ordinary ritual, that everybody does. Yet it is different, entirely different, because, when sleeping, boy lives in his own world. Not in someone’s else, but in his. It is a world that he creates.
How can the boy understand, then, the cry of his little sister, Ann, when she cries out of hers, entirely different, sleeping world. What’s the connection?
The girl is given cold glass of water, too, but little that’s in common. Oh, did she dream of scary monster, or speedy racer, it was not the same. Even, if Ann dreamt running, but not getting anywhere, it was not as little boys, because it is entirely different world, her own creation.
How then can mother, or father understand, what happens inside their children mind’s? What if they have forgotten the sleep themselves, not dreamt for years? Should they even say: drink this glass, and never dream that ugly dream again, if it’s that dream.. a dream that makes them special?
A dream, that makes us dreamers, all of us. Like little boys, or girls, or boys that was, or girls that was. No matter, is it scary, or lovely, or exploitative, we can enjoy it. A dreamers’ nation.