I wasn’t joshing about the whole Putin thing. Unlike the many other projects boasted and started I will indeed follow though on this one.
Do you think that perhaps that was jorge borges problem – that he had these great ideas for novels but then when it came time to do the work the most he could be bothered with was a short story – and since it’s that (con)densed and translated it turns out really crap, or how I see it, boring to read? I’m like that too – but on one scale smaller. That is, I get idea for short stories and then they become half-arsed blog entries, or I get ideas for blog entries and they become nothing.
In any case, here we see our hero locked in fierce arm-battle with a well-toned lady train driver who is wearing a big watch. It is in Odessa, where Trotsky was born and the prize that the winner is getting is a watermelon. There are many photographers present. They are right to be there, it is a situation that deserves to be ‘take a picture’.
I get numerous wrong numbers on both my handphone and landline. It’s inevitable that in a small country with many people with many phones that wrong numbers will happen. I did once ask someone how to say “wrong number” in the local language, but have since forgotten. I do have grand plans to ask again, and write it down and stick the piece of paper on the bookcase near the phone. As yet these plans have yet to be realised.
As with all things, it must be a real novelty for the makers of aformentioned wrong numbers to get someone say, ‘hello’ – that is, a foriegner. I wonder if, for a moment, their think their friend is playing a trick, pretending to be some foriegner. But then the person just keeps saying ‘hello? hello?’, in a resigned voice, the kind of voice that knows that the call isn’t really for them — but they’ll keep saying hello? until the caller hangs up without saying sorry in any language — because it’s the polite thing to do.
Here are two more observations that are judgement-neutral. 1) If the zippers of my backpack are even a cm apart I will unfailingly be told by students, strangers, whoever, that my bag is open. In all instances I had been confident that the bag was not in danger of dropping its load. In most cases I dutifully unshoulder my backpack, see that there’s no problem but do up the zippers a bit more to satisfy whoever has made the effort to alert me.
2) People here have real problems with doors. There aren’t many ‘magic’ doors of the kind that have sensors that open the doors for you as you approach. I don’t know why. Most doors you have to push open to get through. The big glass n chrome ones I’m talking about. At right angles they can slot into a groove and stay stuck open. There can be a wall of ten sets of these doors, but if one door is standing open, the hordes will always bottleneck for that one. Always. Similarly, the rotating doors are troublesome. No one wants to give them a push to keep them going. I could understand if it was an, ‘I don’t want germs thing’, but it’s possible to push with your arm, your sleeve. THat’s what I do. I give it a BIG push.
I still have trouble with the city. Here is a list of the world’s countries by population density. Australia is at no. 191. South Korea is at no.12.