Belgoslavija

evo, dokaz, da je tale Belgija en deja vu, po obrisu zelo podobna nekdanji SFRJ. No, ne samo po obrisu, čeprav stanje duha velja bolj za EU, ne za Belgijo samo.

modra pika - Bruselj

Ena mala halucinacija/One small hallucination

"I should meet Christine tomorrow" I though when trying to pass my pain from phneumonia. I turned left on a sofa and abviously went to sleep... There was no elictricity for a past 4 hours. I was bored, but could not do nothing because of the state I was in. I just red a short article in magazine about Berlusconi and Italy (I wouldn't be an Italian right now..at least a liberal one) gooing dow. Next momet I went "down" as well.

We met somewhere in Brussels, could not remember where exactly now, but the place looked auwfuly familiar in my dreams. We were returnining to Christina's place which should be in the same street. Next moment we were there. Christina was home alone, actually it looked she lived by herself. Looking very young. I was sitting in the kitchen and sudenly two guys came in, visiting I guess. My head tuned up and I saw - Andrej, my cousin's ex.
He was looking the same, but also younger, with blond hair. He remembered me, too. Some talking and when trying to take some photos I found out no battery was in my camera and in the gsm. Shit!. Just inbetween Christine gave me a kiss and I gave it back. It was funny. It surprised me but that was it.

I went to her balcony and although this was the ground floor appartment, the backside looked as it was some 4th floor. I remember a tiny dog, Yorkshire terrier I guess which just run towards the edge and jumped to the street lamp. It must have been flying to reach the lamp. Then the dog made some steps on the lamp and flew back to the  ground bellow the balcony. The abbey bellow was really deep.

Afert a while we went back, obviously we had to go back to work. I lost Christina on the way and three of us (me, Andrej and his colegue, journalist on a mission in Brussels) wondered where we are. Andrej wanted to buy a cigarettes and I wanted to ask somebody where we are and how to get somewhere near Schuman. Andre spoke perfectly french and I tried to speak to someone in french too. All around was a real thick fog, like it is in Ljubljana many times during the winter. I was suddenly alone.
I wonderd already wtf is this fog, in which neibourghood am I, where's Christine...total mess. But I went walking and saw some very promoinent old buildings and kind of castle and some yellow river beside. When I came near and went down the steps towards th river I saw some instalation: some giant Pinoccio-look a like figure floating in chains and allaround so many medieval "shrinje z zakladom". Really strange but very interesting. It reminded me of a underground of Coudenberg pallace in Brussels.

I aslo saw that river was stretching really big in horizon. I thought I must return soon to discover all that and to make a photos and videos. For a moment I thought I saw Christine, but it was just a woman in pink Chanel and a pink bag.

Nex I remember was a pain in my arm and loungs because of sleeping a side.  I must have been dreaming, but yet, I thought that I have to write to my cousin to tell how great Andrej
looks like! There was no electricity. So, should I go on and tryong to prolong my dream? Maybe I should start writing some fantastic novels or sci-fi screenplays I thought.
Brussels for sure looked great on these images and all the "actors" were somehow intruiging. Just don't know what happened to each of of there. It was like "People vanishing" as in the Hitchcock's Lady vanishes.

Poletje

Prslo in odlo je, vsaj v Belgiji. V Slo in Spaniji, vem, se traja. Vmes se je seveda dogodilo marsikaj, tako kot vsakemu. Nic nisem pisal vmes, ampak dolgcas ni bil. No, trrnutno je, saj prebolevam pljucnico. Upam, da uspesno, ceprav malo sumim, da gre prepocasi na bolje. Mogoce kdaj drugic velja zapisati kaj o uporabnikovi izkusnji z belgijskim zdr. sistemom (definitivmo boljsa izkusnja od slovenske), a ne danes. Najbolje, da kar nastejem, kaj je dogajalo okoli mene v zadnjem casu:

- Ibiza.11 je bila lepa in prepolna Italijanov. Se vedno znajo delati turizem, zal se vedno opazam, da je pogoltnost tudi tam prevelika, kar pa se seveda ne bo obrestovalo. Vcasih velja absolutno placati vec, da dobis vec. Je pa se vedno zatocisce vseh mogocih drugacnih, kar je prav osvezujoce. Uniformiranosti je ze tako povsod prevec. Srecal nisem niti 1 Slovenca, zato pa je Rusov in Japoncev in Americanov vedno vec. Absolutno se je po moje dobro izogniti avgustu, saj so Italijani prenaporni- vedno v credi in vedno preglasni. Seveda pa se vedno skoraj vsi izgledajo kot iz D&G reklam, predvsem moski.


- Praga je tudi se vedno taka kot jo poznamo - prevec amerikanizirana, sicer lepa, z lepimi stavbami, cista, ampak meni se ne zdi nic posebnega..nobenega Bohema ni bilo.

- Slovenija - se najslabsi vtis. Mesto je bilo sicer super, saj je bila Lj v idealnih vremenskih razmerah in poleti skoraj vedno fajn. A tisti njen fluid me dejansko ne preprica. Ljudje so malo cudni. Mislim, da vodimo po cudnosti. To je seveda moja osebna ocena in prav nic mi ni lepo to napisati.


- opazam, da mora imeti veliko ljudi, ki jih ponam, probleme. Milo receno. Lahko, da gre tudi ze za kaksno mentalno bolezen. Ne vem.


- kritike vredno je tudi sposobnost komunikacije oz korespondence veliko ljudi, ki jih poznam: tezave se zacnejo ze pri pisanju emailov, sAj osnovnega bontona ne poznajo mnogi. Pri osebni komunikaciji pa se tudi vidijo problemi: navelicanost, slaba volja in pomanjkanje humorja. Vsa cast izjemam, ki seveda obstajajo. Verjamem, da je kriza in gmotnipolozaj kriv za mnogo tega. A naj Ponovim- vse je povezano! Vse! Tudi odnosi in nasa stalisca rezultirajo v vsem ostalem. Kot pri pozitivni nastrojenosti, ki vlecd pozitivnost in seveda obratno. Zal se tega ljudje ne zavedajo v vecini primerov. Da ne omenjam dnevnih novic in polit/ekon polozaja - groza in polom. Mislim, da se zdalec nis(m)o na dnu.





Ta kratek in kriticen povzetek ne odraza mojega stanja duha, ki je hvalabogu na visjem in pozitivnejsem nivoju. Kjub bilezni. Drugic pa kaj bolj konkretnega in manj suhoparnega.