Archive | March, 2012

My country was cleaned … and I am down :-(

27 Mar

The sociological phenomena that follow the day of mass waste picking inside the World Cleanup 2012 project could easily be a theme of many ph. D. papers; especially in observation of the core group of organisers in contrast with the rest of the society. It would definitely lead to extremely interesting conclusions.

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It is also true that psychological research of individuals in the leading group would give unprecedented findings. It takes a special kind of person to persist in the organisation of such a volunteer enterprise that unites up to 15% of the population of a country—special in the sense of being both childishly naïve and profoundly discerning at the same time; being able to exert one self to physical, mental and emotional extremes; maintaining inner enthusiasm even in the face of evil forces that erupt from disturbed, bossy, controlling individuals in power; it takes a person that does it out of deep, sincere incentives, not for money or material gain.

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These Slovenians are totally crazy!

19 Mar

“We are some serious nuts!” blurted Aleš on the international e-chat, which took part among the volunteers of the “Let’s Do It World!” campaign in the beginning of 2010.

“Yes. These Slovenians are totally crazy!” commented Stanislav from Serbia. Romanians, Portuguese, Estonians and Indians approved of the comment with the international intelligible replies: lol 🙂 ;o) …

It is difficult to understand what made it possible that in the age of cruel capitalism and in times of global recession a bunch of enthusiasts worked like crazy—for ten, twelve, fifteen hours a day without asking for any payment. At the meetings they didn’t argue, because they wanted a higher pay, they argued because they didn’t want it! How could they accept it? They are volunteers!

And what was and still is their goal? Clean the waste from all illegal dumpsites—within huge one-day actions around the world!

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Balkan eksp … res?

12 Mar

Današnjemu razcvetenemu jutru v pozdrav sem stekel ob poteh okrog Gažona in se v mislih pripravljal na četrtkovo potopisno predavanje v Mariboru. Tam bo na sporedu Nikaragva — ob 19. uri v Vagantu (če koga zanima).

Ko sem se kasneje sedel za računalnik in pregledoval fotografije, mi je pogled ušel k datoteki z naslovom Balkan Ekspres. Pozabil sem že na tisto pisano potovanje z vlakom do Istambula, s katerega nimam fotografij, ampak nič zato! Ob branju zapisa sem videl, da sem utrinke s poti tako lepo opisal, da so besede zgovornejše, kot so slike sploh lahko. Ni bilo še nikjer objavljeno … zakaj ne bi bilo zdaj?

Voila!

Balkan EKSP … RES! 

V petek zjutraj se je zaspani Beograd še pripravljal pokazati svoj pravi temperament. Klopi na postaji so bile prazne. Z avto-vlaka na zadnjem peronu so se s hrupom in dimom spuščali stari jugeci, golfi in podobne rjaste kante. Hlipali so, kot da bi hoteli namesto lastnikov zagodrnjati nad svojo in njihovo usodo.

Ženica nenavadno drobne glave, sivih las in pretresljivo debelih gležnjev je odstopicljala mimo mene in si nekaj godrnjala v brado. Premajhne čeveljčke je zategnila vsaj tako močno, kot da ji gre za princa in prestol, ne pa za prazen kupe v razmajanem vagonu za spodobno vožnjo k hčerki v Niš. O spodobnosti bi mi lahko povedala marsikaj, a k sreči ni videla mojih umazanih bosih podplatov, zavihanih kavbojk in skuštrane glave. Spodobnost v tem kontekstu še velja omenjati, lepota pa vsekakor odpade. Kot pri laseh, ko jih predolgo mučite s posiljenimi pričeskami.

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