With undisclosed satisfaction, I received the news about honoring the Polish Nobel laureate Olga Tokarczuk, doctorate of honoris causa of the celebrated Paris University of Sorbon, especially since it is the first specified discrimination for the Polish writer. I have a large sentiment for her, for example, as "Try your plow through the bones of the dead," after publication of which violent onistoms began to let go of sphincter due to the revenge imagination of the weak and excluded from the rich and wielding power contained in the novel. due to the fact that how is it that specified a macho-style pimp enriched in caged farming, shooting at animals for fun, like a shield on a sporting shooting range, beats the old man to death, and this utilizing frozen deer hounds as a execution weapon?!
Of course, that's not the only reason I feel sympathy for Mrs Olga. I love her intellectual view of the world, the combination of reason, emotion and spirituality, highlighting the value of each of these 3 elements. Not due to the fact that I agree with her in everything, due to the fact that we are surely different on a number of issues, but due to the fact that she deals with crucial topics in a fresh and interesting way. In order not to be unspeakable, I quote a fragment of our writer's Nobel speech: "The world's schept was silent, replaced by the sound of the city, the sound of computers, the thunder flying over the head of airplanes and the exhausting white sound of oceans of information. From any point in our lives we begin to see the planet in fragments, everything separately, in pieces distant from each another like galaxies, and the reality in which we live in this reassures us: doctors treat us according to speciality, taxes have no relation to snow-making the road that we drive to work, dinner has nothing to do with large farms, and a fresh blouse for dirty factories somewhere in Asia...”
Jonah Kofta and Societta – Remember the gardens
I uncertainty any Menzen would realize any of this, but as Tokarczuk rightly said: “Literature is not for idiots!“ There are people who will always seem to have achieved everything thanks to their genius, due to the fact that between the ears and yes, money and ego, but already an thought of what the existence of man in the modern planet pales something like this.
Information on honorary doctorate of Sorbonne for Tokarczuk coincided with the publication of Piotr Głuchowski's article on advanced school students from uniform classes. If you think it is unnecessary for our Nobel laureate to match simple relationships, read HERE, What the young have in their heads. It doesn't look good. “Most people are sheep. We want to be wolves”It's a uniform student's statement. Aside from the fact that a soldier is simply a part of a closed doghouse trained to fight for money alternatively than a free wolf (this mistake in reasoning I place on the occasion of overestimating my own value), I am struck by the arrogance of the future defender of borders. Calling employers' sheep hiring bodyguards is at least rude and illogical. An even better flower is the answer given by the cadet to the question “Would you like to be in a real war?” Guess what he figured out? I would like to believe that one, lonely, someway unverified idiot came out with specified a text, but someway I can't. “This is what you train for to compete”, said a soldier candidate. What went incorrect in the education and education process to identify war with sport? I don't really know how to comment on this to avoid profanity. So much has happened in our lives (my wife and my wife Świechny) recently, the winter ends, since our visit to Germany we started a vacation season, with a visit to the Irish National Opera, the cultural season, I made myself comfortable in a fresh job, the wife accelerated her professional career, and here I hear that any Polish children dream of war due to the fact that they think it's a sport. Do you realize how glad I am to have emigrated from my homeland? I better change the subject.
With age, request for profit falls, and request for sacred peace grows.
J.J. Danczyk — Vabank
The golden thought of the Dane was recalled respective times during our stay in Rhineland. This is undoubtedly 1 of the favourite mots vouchers that accompany us on this Perlisti expedition, my friend from the days of short shorts. He was very well active in our stay between Ren and Mozula, and that we knew a fewer tricks of peace and quiet, we felt satisfied. From the very minute of planning, we focused on resting, hence our base became Bacharach, a beautiful, UNESCO-listed 2 thousand-year town with a 1000 years of past that managed to avoid war damage. The wife has a Świechna passed from this stay an extended account HERE 1 (CLICK)and HERE 2 (CLICK), besides HERE 3 (CLICK) And to that HERE 4 (CLICK)So I'll skip the method details, focus on the emotions. Conversations with a friend brought me a pleasantly nostalgic temper (meaning a slight longing for early youth and companionship from those years combined with the satisfaction that we saved, live, little, we manage to do something good here and there, at least interesting), even more so, as in the old years, we talked about what we were doing, what we were planning, and what we dream about. The fresh 1 was besides satisfied due to the fact that the colleague kept up both intellectually and emotionally. You know that sometimes the deficiency of specified a match can become a origin of discomfort, although I will tell you that we have been so fortunate for a long time, that if we're dating someone, it turns out that we're encountering an interesting, friendly and intelligent person..., I truly don't remember the last time we were disappointed.
Three days in the vicinity of Frankfurt have passed for a slow search for interesting places, including places where you could eat well. And rest, due to the fact that the hotel we chose turned out to be a jackpot. Quiet, intimate, serving tasty breakfasts, almost adjacent to a very good restaurant. We've relaxed as a model. Interestingly, despite akin views, we were able to avoid poisoning our minds with political issues. Well, possibly with 1 short, humorous exception, erstwhile we couldn't aid being mean to a man named Elon Musk, who was at the time in a stupendous surprise that European customers, whom he insulted in the kind of the last drunk beet, gave up buying his Tesla, which translated into the biggest drop in the stock marketplace in past and the failure of specified sums that I can't even imagine. I mean, of course, I can dream of specified wealth, but due to deficiency of experience, they are alternatively crazy fantasies than real imagination. The subject has been noted to be abandoned soon. We definitely preferred to enjoy the moment. I cordially urge the homeland of the Rhine wine, of the guilt itself having no idea, due to the fact that no of us wasted time on the glass seemed an attractive idea.
The magic of this journey seems to be continuing to this day. It hasn't been a fewer days since we got back to Dublin under the pretext of buying respective CDs and DVDs. We did not have much problem uncovering something for ourselves, and we besides improved the thought with book buying in the most likely oldest bookshop in Ireland – Hodges Figgis, and, of course, to rob these small joys with conventional Irish lamb stew, coffee and long walk. 2 days later, we returned, this time to the stunning explanation of the Flying Dutchman (Wagner with his grandfatherly fantasies about perfect love and the function of a female in it, would willingly be deprived of his hair at the sight of specified directed performance). Today, for a change, we have come back from a journey to the best cafe in the area (Third Way – Dundalk) combined with a journey to the North to buy more bird food, due to the fact that you should know that we have had quite a few fun watching bird food and food. I'm happy.
