O PROGRAMA SEGUE DENTRO DE MOMENTOS
12 years ago
Friday, 1 June 2012
Why She is great!
Because She is there, always.
Because She unites effortlessly and with that gains the respect that no one else has anymore.
Because She does Her job with immense dedication, bravery and integrity.
Because She still found time to love her family and through major changes keep pace with all of them.
Because She regretted the mistakes and apologized from them.
Because She IS history, knowing more heads of State, Royals or just people then anyone ever before.
Because She never makes a fuss, She keeps calm and leads by example.
Because She works, quietly, to build a better Country, a better World, without the need for self grandeur or publicity.
Because She is the Head of A Church, A Police Force and Armed Forces, A Justice System and a Public Service that have values of
tolerance, freedom and fairness like no other.
Long Live The Queen!!
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Abrahan Lincoln was a great man, hence he had to be murdered by insecure and ignorante people...
He wrote this to his son's teacher and it is trully remarkable!
And mybe the reason I trust Menkind as a whole, is because first I trust myself.
He will have to learn, I know,
that all men are not just,
all men are not true.
But teach him also that
for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every selfish Politician,
there is a dedicated leader...
Teach him for every enemy there is a
friend,
Steer him away from envy,
if you can,
teach him the secret of
quiet laughter.
Let him learn early that
the bullies are the easiest to lick... Teach him, if you can,
the wonder of books...
But also give him quiet time
to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
bees in the sun,
and the flowers on a green hillside.
In the school teach him
it is far honourable to fail
than to cheat...
Teach him to have faith
in his own ideas,
even if everyone tells him
they are wrong...
Teach him to be gentle
with gentle people,
and tough with the tough.
Try to give my son
the strength not to follow the crowd
when everyone is getting on the band wagon...
Teach him to listen to all men...
but teach him also to filter
all he hears on a screen of truth,
and take only the good
that comes through.
Teach him if you can,
how to laugh when he is sad...
Teach him there is no shame in tears,
Teach him to scoff at cynics
and to beware of too much sweetness...
Teach him to sell his brawn
and brain to the highest bidders
but never to put a price-tag
on his heart and soul.
Teach him to close his ears
to a howling mob
and to stand and fight
if he thinks he's right.
Treat him gently,
but do not cuddle him,
because only the test
of fire makes fine steel.
Let him have the courage
to be impatient...
let him have the patience to be brave.
Teach him always
to have sublime faith in himself,
because then he will have
sublime faith in mankind.
This is a big order,
but see what you can do...
He is such a fine fellow,
my son!
CARTA DE ABRAHAN LINCOLN AO PROFESSOR DO SEU FILHO:
"Caro professor, ele terá de aprender que nem todos os homens são justos, nem todos são verdadeiros, mas, por favor, diga-lhe que, para cada vilão há um herói, que para cada egoísta, há também um líder dedicado, ensine-lhe, por favor, que para cada inimigo haverá também um amigo, ensine-lhe que mais vale uma moeda ganha que uma moeda encontrada ensine-o a perder, mas também, a saber, gozar da vitória, afaste-o da inveja e dê-lhe a conhecer a alegria profunda do sorriso silencioso, faça-o maravilhar-se com os livros, mas deixe-o também perder-se com os pássaros no céu, as flores no campo, os montes e os vales.
Nas brincadeiras com os amigos, explique-lhe que a derrota honrosa vale mais que a vitória vergonhosa, ensine-o a acreditar em si, mesmo se sozinho contra todos.
Ensine-o a ser gentil com os gentis e duro com os duros, ensine-o a nunca entrar no comboio simplesmente porque os outros também entraram.
Ensine-o a ouvir todos, mas, na hora da verdade, a decidir sozinho, ensine-o a rir quando estiver triste e explique-lhe que por vezes os homens também choram.
Ensine-o a ignorar as multidões que reclamam sangue e a lutar só contra todos, se ele achar que tem razão.
Trate-o bem, mas não o mime, pois só o teste do fogo faz o verdadeiro aço, deixe-o ter a coragem de ser impaciente e a paciência de ser corajoso.
Transmita-lhe uma fé sublime no Criador e fé também em si, pois só assim poderá ter fé nos homens.
Eu sei que estou pedindo muito, mas veja o que pode fazer, caro professor."
Abraham Lincoln, 1830
He wrote this to his son's teacher and it is trully remarkable!
And mybe the reason I trust Menkind as a whole, is because first I trust myself.
He will have to learn, I know,
that all men are not just,
all men are not true.
But teach him also that
for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every selfish Politician,
there is a dedicated leader...
Teach him for every enemy there is a
friend,
Steer him away from envy,
if you can,
teach him the secret of
quiet laughter.
Let him learn early that
the bullies are the easiest to lick... Teach him, if you can,
the wonder of books...
But also give him quiet time
to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
bees in the sun,
and the flowers on a green hillside.
In the school teach him
it is far honourable to fail
than to cheat...
Teach him to have faith
in his own ideas,
even if everyone tells him
they are wrong...
Teach him to be gentle
with gentle people,
and tough with the tough.
Try to give my son
the strength not to follow the crowd
when everyone is getting on the band wagon...
Teach him to listen to all men...
but teach him also to filter
all he hears on a screen of truth,
and take only the good
that comes through.
Teach him if you can,
how to laugh when he is sad...
Teach him there is no shame in tears,
Teach him to scoff at cynics
and to beware of too much sweetness...
Teach him to sell his brawn
and brain to the highest bidders
but never to put a price-tag
on his heart and soul.
Teach him to close his ears
to a howling mob
and to stand and fight
if he thinks he's right.
Treat him gently,
but do not cuddle him,
because only the test
of fire makes fine steel.
Let him have the courage
to be impatient...
let him have the patience to be brave.
Teach him always
to have sublime faith in himself,
because then he will have
sublime faith in mankind.
This is a big order,
but see what you can do...
He is such a fine fellow,
my son!
CARTA DE ABRAHAN LINCOLN AO PROFESSOR DO SEU FILHO:
"Caro professor, ele terá de aprender que nem todos os homens são justos, nem todos são verdadeiros, mas, por favor, diga-lhe que, para cada vilão há um herói, que para cada egoísta, há também um líder dedicado, ensine-lhe, por favor, que para cada inimigo haverá também um amigo, ensine-lhe que mais vale uma moeda ganha que uma moeda encontrada ensine-o a perder, mas também, a saber, gozar da vitória, afaste-o da inveja e dê-lhe a conhecer a alegria profunda do sorriso silencioso, faça-o maravilhar-se com os livros, mas deixe-o também perder-se com os pássaros no céu, as flores no campo, os montes e os vales.
Nas brincadeiras com os amigos, explique-lhe que a derrota honrosa vale mais que a vitória vergonhosa, ensine-o a acreditar em si, mesmo se sozinho contra todos.
Ensine-o a ser gentil com os gentis e duro com os duros, ensine-o a nunca entrar no comboio simplesmente porque os outros também entraram.
Ensine-o a ouvir todos, mas, na hora da verdade, a decidir sozinho, ensine-o a rir quando estiver triste e explique-lhe que por vezes os homens também choram.
Ensine-o a ignorar as multidões que reclamam sangue e a lutar só contra todos, se ele achar que tem razão.
Trate-o bem, mas não o mime, pois só o teste do fogo faz o verdadeiro aço, deixe-o ter a coragem de ser impaciente e a paciência de ser corajoso.
Transmita-lhe uma fé sublime no Criador e fé também em si, pois só assim poderá ter fé nos homens.
Eu sei que estou pedindo muito, mas veja o que pode fazer, caro professor."
Abraham Lincoln, 1830
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
Taleb, Nassim Nicholas
My Dad, being a very wise man, recomended the works of this philosopher and he was very wright!
His latest book is the best and I found this in it:
“Modernity: We created youth without heroism, age without wisdom, and life without grandeur.”
His latest book is the best and I found this in it:
“Modernity: We created youth without heroism, age without wisdom, and life without grandeur.”
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
At boiling point!
The Western World is ready to explode! The society is sick, said the PM.
Society from Wikipidia: "The term society came from the Latin word societas, which in turn was derived from the noun socius ("comrade, friend, ally"; adjectival form socialis) thus used to describe a bond or interaction among parties that are friendly, or at least civil. Human societies are characterized by patterns of relationships (social relations) between individuals sharing a distinctive culture and institutions; a given society may be described as the sum total of such relationships among its constituent members. Without an article, the term refers either to the entirety of humanity or to a contextually specific subset of people. In social sciences, a society invariably entails social stratification and/or dominance hierarchy."
Because Humans are gregarious animals, the only way is to live in groups, establish hierarchies and thus, live in Societies. We have been doing this from the beginning of Human Kind and many, many Societies have come and gone, evolved and self extinguished. Those movements and eventual endings of highly organized societies, actual Civilizations, all relate to shift of power zones and flux of money, it is nothing new.
What is happening in the UK could be happening in any European capital, even the Scandinavian countries. This is the age of the "The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable". A black swan is very unlikely, but it happens!
A week ago no one, going about their daily, uncaring and selfish lives, would think possible seeing their streets transformed into a war zone. The same way a month ago no one would think possible a young, well educated and clever man, would kill dozens of others in a peaceful place like Norway.
Nature does not like the void, there is no empty space that stays empty for long...
The Society is sick, not just pockets!! The basis of any Society is the interaction between its components, so if there is a bad part in it, let's not be naive, the whole thing is in trouble.
A void has been created in our Society, a void of Morals and Ethic Codes. Dangerous consequences come from that, because that is the fabric of any Society. From chimpanzees, to meercats, to lions to Greeks and Romans, Societies only operate if there is a solid set of Codes and each individual respects them totally.
No, Nature does not tolerate voids, something will fill them, and generally what fills them first are opportunistic creatures that will parasite and eventually kill unless the host develops ways of fighting back.
The other "surprise", and I put it in brackets because it wasn't a surprise for me, in this situation was that the first communities to stand together and face the feral humans where not the indigenous people of GB, not the Anglo-Saxons of Richard the Lion Heart, but the Sikhs, the Hindus, the Pakistanis, the Turkish and others, that came out and chased the mob, hence filling the void.
They were the first because their Societies have not suffered from the destruction of moral codes to the extension the Western Society has, though it probably will also happen one day.
Because I do not share the view that their arrival in Europe is what causes all problems, I actually firmly believe they are a bonus, not a minus, I am happy to see the dignity and decency of people that have been robbed and lost their Sons. They are always at the end of a stick, many many times in a very unfair way, and now they proved they don't deserve that. The real terrorists this time are British citizens, of no specific religious belief, in fact they are of no belief at all!!
Like with everything else in London, a melting pot of the World, there are many shades and colours in the looters, but many, many are white kids, wasted by their parents, them selves wasted by their parents, 3 or 4 generations of non-working families living on the dole. With all that spare time in their hands and no guidance or Moral conduct to follow, the role models are gangsters and violence, taking and not giving, greed, greed, greed...
The images don't show people starved, taking food to survive, they show fat, plump and well built humans stealing to indulge!!
Lets say the Western Civilization has Cancer, the disease of the Century is physicality and philosophically killing our way of life.
Information abounds, everyone has access to school and education. But it seems we have gone backwards, only a small percentage of us can actually listen, see, read and then interpret with our own heads what the information means, its called reasoning!!
Some Centuries ago in Europe the Religious figures had all the power, because the people could not reason ( many times not even the King) , they had no way how to because they were illiterate. Now its the Media that has that power. an organization also deprived of Moral or Ethic, an organization that sold its soul to the Devil many years ago, because it is surely the greediest of all!!!
Cancer starts as a malformation. It starts very, very small, but grows very, very fast.
To me the start of our Cancer was the end of the presence of a strong leader in the house hold first and then in the Country and then in the Continent. There are no more role models, strong figures that teach the young values, because themselves don't have any to teach.
A healthy Society depends totally on the knowledge and experience of the older generation, but our Society has been “storing” the elders in specifically made homes for that purpose, like a death row. And now plans are at foot to start thinking how to kill them legally... Without the old, the new have no chance!!!
The whole Society is sick with Cancer and everyone knows how hard it is to fight Cancer. It is possible though and these events should be taken as a warning of things to come, not as a aberration that wont be repeated!!
We are all seeing the rise of the Black Swan and we are still in time to do something about it, we have the power of knowledge on our side, we only need tolerance and organization to cure our Civilization and if the current leaders don't have the will ( they, like the Media are sold already ) we as a Civilized group, can put pressure on them and we can also lead by example, do something for others, like the impromptu cleaning teams that were created across to London to help with the cleaning.
I write this knowing no one will read it and it is another drop in the Ocean, I do it essentially for me, to organize my ideas and maybe someone will read it and will have an impact on them, to let them know there is hope if we use our heads and start helping instead of complaining all the time!!!
Society from Wikipidia: "The term society came from the Latin word societas, which in turn was derived from the noun socius ("comrade, friend, ally"; adjectival form socialis) thus used to describe a bond or interaction among parties that are friendly, or at least civil. Human societies are characterized by patterns of relationships (social relations) between individuals sharing a distinctive culture and institutions; a given society may be described as the sum total of such relationships among its constituent members. Without an article, the term refers either to the entirety of humanity or to a contextually specific subset of people. In social sciences, a society invariably entails social stratification and/or dominance hierarchy."
Because Humans are gregarious animals, the only way is to live in groups, establish hierarchies and thus, live in Societies. We have been doing this from the beginning of Human Kind and many, many Societies have come and gone, evolved and self extinguished. Those movements and eventual endings of highly organized societies, actual Civilizations, all relate to shift of power zones and flux of money, it is nothing new.
What is happening in the UK could be happening in any European capital, even the Scandinavian countries. This is the age of the "The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable". A black swan is very unlikely, but it happens!
A week ago no one, going about their daily, uncaring and selfish lives, would think possible seeing their streets transformed into a war zone. The same way a month ago no one would think possible a young, well educated and clever man, would kill dozens of others in a peaceful place like Norway.
Nature does not like the void, there is no empty space that stays empty for long...
The Society is sick, not just pockets!! The basis of any Society is the interaction between its components, so if there is a bad part in it, let's not be naive, the whole thing is in trouble.
A void has been created in our Society, a void of Morals and Ethic Codes. Dangerous consequences come from that, because that is the fabric of any Society. From chimpanzees, to meercats, to lions to Greeks and Romans, Societies only operate if there is a solid set of Codes and each individual respects them totally.
No, Nature does not tolerate voids, something will fill them, and generally what fills them first are opportunistic creatures that will parasite and eventually kill unless the host develops ways of fighting back.
The other "surprise", and I put it in brackets because it wasn't a surprise for me, in this situation was that the first communities to stand together and face the feral humans where not the indigenous people of GB, not the Anglo-Saxons of Richard the Lion Heart, but the Sikhs, the Hindus, the Pakistanis, the Turkish and others, that came out and chased the mob, hence filling the void.
They were the first because their Societies have not suffered from the destruction of moral codes to the extension the Western Society has, though it probably will also happen one day.
Because I do not share the view that their arrival in Europe is what causes all problems, I actually firmly believe they are a bonus, not a minus, I am happy to see the dignity and decency of people that have been robbed and lost their Sons. They are always at the end of a stick, many many times in a very unfair way, and now they proved they don't deserve that. The real terrorists this time are British citizens, of no specific religious belief, in fact they are of no belief at all!!
Like with everything else in London, a melting pot of the World, there are many shades and colours in the looters, but many, many are white kids, wasted by their parents, them selves wasted by their parents, 3 or 4 generations of non-working families living on the dole. With all that spare time in their hands and no guidance or Moral conduct to follow, the role models are gangsters and violence, taking and not giving, greed, greed, greed...
The images don't show people starved, taking food to survive, they show fat, plump and well built humans stealing to indulge!!
Lets say the Western Civilization has Cancer, the disease of the Century is physicality and philosophically killing our way of life.
Information abounds, everyone has access to school and education. But it seems we have gone backwards, only a small percentage of us can actually listen, see, read and then interpret with our own heads what the information means, its called reasoning!!
Some Centuries ago in Europe the Religious figures had all the power, because the people could not reason ( many times not even the King) , they had no way how to because they were illiterate. Now its the Media that has that power. an organization also deprived of Moral or Ethic, an organization that sold its soul to the Devil many years ago, because it is surely the greediest of all!!!
Cancer starts as a malformation. It starts very, very small, but grows very, very fast.
To me the start of our Cancer was the end of the presence of a strong leader in the house hold first and then in the Country and then in the Continent. There are no more role models, strong figures that teach the young values, because themselves don't have any to teach.
A healthy Society depends totally on the knowledge and experience of the older generation, but our Society has been “storing” the elders in specifically made homes for that purpose, like a death row. And now plans are at foot to start thinking how to kill them legally... Without the old, the new have no chance!!!
The whole Society is sick with Cancer and everyone knows how hard it is to fight Cancer. It is possible though and these events should be taken as a warning of things to come, not as a aberration that wont be repeated!!
We are all seeing the rise of the Black Swan and we are still in time to do something about it, we have the power of knowledge on our side, we only need tolerance and organization to cure our Civilization and if the current leaders don't have the will ( they, like the Media are sold already ) we as a Civilized group, can put pressure on them and we can also lead by example, do something for others, like the impromptu cleaning teams that were created across to London to help with the cleaning.
I write this knowing no one will read it and it is another drop in the Ocean, I do it essentially for me, to organize my ideas and maybe someone will read it and will have an impact on them, to let them know there is hope if we use our heads and start helping instead of complaining all the time!!!
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Que parva que eu sou
Desde já lhe peço desculpas, mesmo, porque vou ser muita bruta como só eu consigo!!! E nada disto é direccionado a ninguém em particular, muito menos à pobre amiga que só me fez o Forward e agora leva com isto tudo em cima!!
Pra ser sincera estou cá há 1 mês e meio e já estou cansada de atitudes da treta e má educação, especialmente por parte de meninos e meninas que se identificam MUITO com esta canção... E esta declaração de meditação desta Senhora não sei quê do Vale que está abaixo fez-me mesmo ferver!!!!
Comparar a revolta de pessoas que vivem debaixo de opressão à seria, em regimes ditatoriais, com a situação de pessoas que vivem num pais livre, onde podem fazer e dizer o que lhes apetece ( mesmo porque desde há 30 anos os Portugueses só têm direitos!!) e mais ainda, vivem num CONTINENTE livre, podem ir e vir como lhes aprouver, é VERGONHOSO!!!!
Aquelas pessoas que se revoltam não têm mesmo nada, os Europeus têm tudo e são os primeiros a expulsar esses ditos "desgraçados" quando tentam melhorar a vida na Europa.
Os Portugueses TÊM toda a liberdade de expressão possível e imaginária, mas isso de nada lhes serve porque só dizem bacoradas! Programas de TV, debates vários, tudo aos gritos, a falarem uns em cima dos outros, sem respeito nenhum pelo alheio, jornalistas que falam mais do que os convidados e se acham de suprema importância, mas nâo têm qualidade nenhuma, sendo eles mesmos ignorantes e acomodados. Satisfeitos, profundamente satisfeitos, por dar mais uma noticia negativa e ignorando todas as coisas boas que aqui tambám acontecem.
Se uma árvore cair na floresta e não estiver lá ninguém para a ouvir, faz barulho? Assim estamos nós aqui, as árvores podem até cair, mas ninguém as ouve, porque andam todos muito preocupados com o seu "bem estar pessoal" e não têm capacidade, cultura, conhecimento, tolerância ou respeito pelos outros para as conseguirem ouvir!
Criticam e apontam o dedo aos outros, que são todos corruptos, mas na mesma conversa viram-se para o vizinho e dizem "é pá, preciso de meter uma cunha com o teu Pai pra arranjar emprego pró meu filho!" Quem precisa de cunhas e de favores para trabalhar simplesmente não tem categoria!
Dizem que o País está uma desgraça e não vamos a lado nenhum mas são os primeiros a ir comprar a Prada falsa á cigana, que não paga impostos e com isso rebentam com as lojas legitimas que, essas sim, pagam os ditos impostos!!
Simplesmente ODEIO esta canção!! Acho que é uma re-invenção do fado com um toque de século 21 e que não leva a lado nenhum!!!!
Não estudei pra ser escravo, estudei pra me fazer a vida, que sim, pode ser uma treta, mas eu sou a única pessoa capaz de a fazer melhor, com as minhas escolhas e procura de melhoramento pessoal!!! E a vida não deve ser nem desrespeitada nem desvalorizada desta forma.
Parva ela é realmente e mais parvos ainda são os que caem neste conversa!!!!! Deixem-se de ser fadistas, há mil milhóes de oportunidades por aí fora!!
Sabe que musica e que eu gosto, a dos Humanos, chamasse "Muda de vida!" essa sim, é pra mim um hino!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yj8HSvlsG_A
"Muda de vida, não deves viver contrafeito,
Muda de vida, há outro jeito!"
PAREM de se queixar, agarrem nas perninhas e façam-se ao caminho!!! Portugal não dá?? Já viram bem como o Mundo é grande?? Aos 20 anos é a altura perfeita pra partir, mas nunca é tarde pra o fazer. Deixem-se de desculpas! Fácil?! Não, fácil não é, mas é melhor e mais honesto do que ficar a dizer mal e não fazer nada, porque isso sim, isso é fácil!
Desculpe, mas não entendo este deslumbre das pessoas com uma patetice!!
Meditar, só se for pra chegar a conclusão que NÃO QUERO SER PARVA!!!
E escolhi não ser parva há 10 anos quando me fui embora e GRAÇAS AOS MEUS ESTUDOS, QUE O MEU PAI PAGOU, tenho tido uma vida ESPETACULAR!!!
Não sou nada de especial, não sou particularmente inteligente e antes pelo contrário, tenho muitos handicaps fisicos e emocionais, mas estou viva, quero viver e quero sentir-me realizada atingido os meus objectivos. QUALQUER pessoa o pode fazer desde que queira e tenha força mental!!!
"Dos fracos não reza a História" e os Portugueses podem ser fortes, se quiserem, já o foram antes.
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> Do Coliseu ao Cairo
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> por MARIA DE LURDES VALE
> Na sexta-feira à noite, os Deolinda tocaram no Coliseu de Lisboa.
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> No final, no último encore, sentiu-se um arrepio na sala. Foi comum. Sentiu-se que foi comum. E de tal forma assim foi que todos os que ali estávamos começamos a levantar-nos aos poucos e a aplaudir, sem parar, o que nos transmitia a voz - que grande voz! - de Ana Bacalhau, vocalista deste grupo que tão bem canta a vida portuguesa.
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> Alguns de nós sabíamos que, lá fora, neste mundo a que todos pertencemos, havia quem, da Tunísia ao Egipto, estivesse, nas ruas, a lutar pela liberdade com o fim de alcançar uma vida mais digna. Outros saberiam mais. Que esse grito de revolta, que está a fazer história em frente aos nossos olhos, foi primeiro ensaiado através das redes sociais, da Internet, e do espaço virtual que todos partilhamos. Que, no mês de Dezembro, em Sidi Bouzid, 260 quilómetros a Sul de Tunes, Mohamed Bouazizi, um jovem licenciado de 26 anos, imolou-se pelo fogo para protestar contra um velho regime de cleptocratas que não lhe deixou outra alternativa que o seu próprio sacrifício. E que esse sacrifício não foi em vão. O regime caiu.
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> Naquela sala do Coliseu de Lisboa, muitos mais saberiam muito mais coisas.
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> Que o que se passa nalguns países do Magrebe está a ter um efeito-dominó e a contagiar o resto do mundo árabe.
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> Que são os milhares de jovens universitários, a quem nada mais resta nos países onde nasceram que fugir em busca de um qualquer trabalho clandestino na Europa ou nos EUA, onde é difícil entrar, que lideram esta revolta.
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> Que na capital do Egipto há confrontos, mortos e feridos, tanques, jactos de água, mas que nem por isso a rua deixa de ser o palco dos protestos.
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> Que a chama foi acesa por um discurso histórico de Obama, em Junho de 2009, quando disse no Cairo que "todos nós partilhamos este mundo por apenas um breve momento no tempo" e que "a questão é saber se queremos passar esse tempo concentrando-nos naquilo que nos diferencia, ou se estamos dispostos a um esforço, contínuo, para encontrar um terreno comum e concentrar-nos no futuro que queremos para os nossos filhos, e respeitar a dignidade de todos os seres humanos".
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> Naquela sala do Coliseu de Lisboa, a vocalista dos Deolinda, do alto dos seus 33 anos, anunciou que a última canção era nova e que era "dura" de ouvir.
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> Chama-se "Que parva que eu sou" e diz assim: "Sou da geração sem remuneração e não me incomoda esta condição. Que parva que eu sou! Porque isto está mal e vai continuar, já é uma sorte eu poder estagiar. Que parva que eu sou! E fico a pensar, que mundo tão parvo onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar..."
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> ++++Que parvos que somos nós se não soubermos juntar-nos à revolta! +++++++
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> - LETRA
> Sou da geração sem remuneração
> E não me incomoda esta condição
> Que parva que eu sou
> Porque isto está mal e vai continuar
> Já é uma sorte eu poder estagiar
> Que parva que eu sou
> E fico a pensar
> Que mundo tão parvo
> Onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar
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> Sou da geração "casinha dos pais"
> Se já tenho tudo, pra quê querer mais?
> Que parva que eu sou
> Filhos, maridos, estou sempre a adiar
> E ainda me falta o carro pagar
> Que parva que eu sou
> E fico a pensar
> Que mundo tão parvo
> Onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar
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> Sou da geração "vou queixar-me pra quê?"
> Há alguém bem pior do que eu na TV
> Que parva que eu sou
> Sou da geração "eu já não posso mais!"
> Que esta situação dura há tempo demais
> E parva não sou
> E fico a pensar,
> Que mundo tão parvo
> Onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar
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Pra ser sincera estou cá há 1 mês e meio e já estou cansada de atitudes da treta e má educação, especialmente por parte de meninos e meninas que se identificam MUITO com esta canção... E esta declaração de meditação desta Senhora não sei quê do Vale que está abaixo fez-me mesmo ferver!!!!
Comparar a revolta de pessoas que vivem debaixo de opressão à seria, em regimes ditatoriais, com a situação de pessoas que vivem num pais livre, onde podem fazer e dizer o que lhes apetece ( mesmo porque desde há 30 anos os Portugueses só têm direitos!!) e mais ainda, vivem num CONTINENTE livre, podem ir e vir como lhes aprouver, é VERGONHOSO!!!!
Aquelas pessoas que se revoltam não têm mesmo nada, os Europeus têm tudo e são os primeiros a expulsar esses ditos "desgraçados" quando tentam melhorar a vida na Europa.
Os Portugueses TÊM toda a liberdade de expressão possível e imaginária, mas isso de nada lhes serve porque só dizem bacoradas! Programas de TV, debates vários, tudo aos gritos, a falarem uns em cima dos outros, sem respeito nenhum pelo alheio, jornalistas que falam mais do que os convidados e se acham de suprema importância, mas nâo têm qualidade nenhuma, sendo eles mesmos ignorantes e acomodados. Satisfeitos, profundamente satisfeitos, por dar mais uma noticia negativa e ignorando todas as coisas boas que aqui tambám acontecem.
Se uma árvore cair na floresta e não estiver lá ninguém para a ouvir, faz barulho? Assim estamos nós aqui, as árvores podem até cair, mas ninguém as ouve, porque andam todos muito preocupados com o seu "bem estar pessoal" e não têm capacidade, cultura, conhecimento, tolerância ou respeito pelos outros para as conseguirem ouvir!
Criticam e apontam o dedo aos outros, que são todos corruptos, mas na mesma conversa viram-se para o vizinho e dizem "é pá, preciso de meter uma cunha com o teu Pai pra arranjar emprego pró meu filho!" Quem precisa de cunhas e de favores para trabalhar simplesmente não tem categoria!
Dizem que o País está uma desgraça e não vamos a lado nenhum mas são os primeiros a ir comprar a Prada falsa á cigana, que não paga impostos e com isso rebentam com as lojas legitimas que, essas sim, pagam os ditos impostos!!
Simplesmente ODEIO esta canção!! Acho que é uma re-invenção do fado com um toque de século 21 e que não leva a lado nenhum!!!!
Não estudei pra ser escravo, estudei pra me fazer a vida, que sim, pode ser uma treta, mas eu sou a única pessoa capaz de a fazer melhor, com as minhas escolhas e procura de melhoramento pessoal!!! E a vida não deve ser nem desrespeitada nem desvalorizada desta forma.
Parva ela é realmente e mais parvos ainda são os que caem neste conversa!!!!! Deixem-se de ser fadistas, há mil milhóes de oportunidades por aí fora!!
Sabe que musica e que eu gosto, a dos Humanos, chamasse "Muda de vida!" essa sim, é pra mim um hino!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yj8HSvlsG_A
"Muda de vida, não deves viver contrafeito,
Muda de vida, há outro jeito!"
PAREM de se queixar, agarrem nas perninhas e façam-se ao caminho!!! Portugal não dá?? Já viram bem como o Mundo é grande?? Aos 20 anos é a altura perfeita pra partir, mas nunca é tarde pra o fazer. Deixem-se de desculpas! Fácil?! Não, fácil não é, mas é melhor e mais honesto do que ficar a dizer mal e não fazer nada, porque isso sim, isso é fácil!
Desculpe, mas não entendo este deslumbre das pessoas com uma patetice!!
Meditar, só se for pra chegar a conclusão que NÃO QUERO SER PARVA!!!
E escolhi não ser parva há 10 anos quando me fui embora e GRAÇAS AOS MEUS ESTUDOS, QUE O MEU PAI PAGOU, tenho tido uma vida ESPETACULAR!!!
Não sou nada de especial, não sou particularmente inteligente e antes pelo contrário, tenho muitos handicaps fisicos e emocionais, mas estou viva, quero viver e quero sentir-me realizada atingido os meus objectivos. QUALQUER pessoa o pode fazer desde que queira e tenha força mental!!!
"Dos fracos não reza a História" e os Portugueses podem ser fortes, se quiserem, já o foram antes.
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> Do Coliseu ao Cairo
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> por MARIA DE LURDES VALE
> Na sexta-feira à noite, os Deolinda tocaram no Coliseu de Lisboa.
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> No final, no último encore, sentiu-se um arrepio na sala. Foi comum. Sentiu-se que foi comum. E de tal forma assim foi que todos os que ali estávamos começamos a levantar-nos aos poucos e a aplaudir, sem parar, o que nos transmitia a voz - que grande voz! - de Ana Bacalhau, vocalista deste grupo que tão bem canta a vida portuguesa.
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> Alguns de nós sabíamos que, lá fora, neste mundo a que todos pertencemos, havia quem, da Tunísia ao Egipto, estivesse, nas ruas, a lutar pela liberdade com o fim de alcançar uma vida mais digna. Outros saberiam mais. Que esse grito de revolta, que está a fazer história em frente aos nossos olhos, foi primeiro ensaiado através das redes sociais, da Internet, e do espaço virtual que todos partilhamos. Que, no mês de Dezembro, em Sidi Bouzid, 260 quilómetros a Sul de Tunes, Mohamed Bouazizi, um jovem licenciado de 26 anos, imolou-se pelo fogo para protestar contra um velho regime de cleptocratas que não lhe deixou outra alternativa que o seu próprio sacrifício. E que esse sacrifício não foi em vão. O regime caiu.
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> Naquela sala do Coliseu de Lisboa, muitos mais saberiam muito mais coisas.
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> Que o que se passa nalguns países do Magrebe está a ter um efeito-dominó e a contagiar o resto do mundo árabe.
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> Que são os milhares de jovens universitários, a quem nada mais resta nos países onde nasceram que fugir em busca de um qualquer trabalho clandestino na Europa ou nos EUA, onde é difícil entrar, que lideram esta revolta.
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> Que na capital do Egipto há confrontos, mortos e feridos, tanques, jactos de água, mas que nem por isso a rua deixa de ser o palco dos protestos.
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> Que a chama foi acesa por um discurso histórico de Obama, em Junho de 2009, quando disse no Cairo que "todos nós partilhamos este mundo por apenas um breve momento no tempo" e que "a questão é saber se queremos passar esse tempo concentrando-nos naquilo que nos diferencia, ou se estamos dispostos a um esforço, contínuo, para encontrar um terreno comum e concentrar-nos no futuro que queremos para os nossos filhos, e respeitar a dignidade de todos os seres humanos".
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> Naquela sala do Coliseu de Lisboa, a vocalista dos Deolinda, do alto dos seus 33 anos, anunciou que a última canção era nova e que era "dura" de ouvir.
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> Chama-se "Que parva que eu sou" e diz assim: "Sou da geração sem remuneração e não me incomoda esta condição. Que parva que eu sou! Porque isto está mal e vai continuar, já é uma sorte eu poder estagiar. Que parva que eu sou! E fico a pensar, que mundo tão parvo onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar..."
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> ++++Que parvos que somos nós se não soubermos juntar-nos à revolta! +++++++
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> - LETRA
> Sou da geração sem remuneração
> E não me incomoda esta condição
> Que parva que eu sou
> Porque isto está mal e vai continuar
> Já é uma sorte eu poder estagiar
> Que parva que eu sou
> E fico a pensar
> Que mundo tão parvo
> Onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar
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> Sou da geração "casinha dos pais"
> Se já tenho tudo, pra quê querer mais?
> Que parva que eu sou
> Filhos, maridos, estou sempre a adiar
> E ainda me falta o carro pagar
> Que parva que eu sou
> E fico a pensar
> Que mundo tão parvo
> Onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar
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> Sou da geração "vou queixar-me pra quê?"
> Há alguém bem pior do que eu na TV
> Que parva que eu sou
> Sou da geração "eu já não posso mais!"
> Que esta situação dura há tempo demais
> E parva não sou
> E fico a pensar,
> Que mundo tão parvo
> Onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar
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Sunday, 27 February 2011
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
Mega proud!!
Two 2 days ago, prime time TV, a fantastic program on RTP1. Its called Salvador and Salvador is a very special guy. He was 16 when he had a motorbike accident and was left tetraplegic. For 99.9% of us, it would be the end, but for him it was the beginning of a new life, full of life changing moments as big as the one that put him where he is now. For him and for all those he helps, many many motorcyclists. He has a Charity : http://www.associacaosalvador.com/ that he manages and is one of the best things to come out of Portugal. Anywhere in the World his work is to be praised, helped and repeated many times over. In his own words, "O mais importante é a pessoa aceitar-se e lutar pelo que a faz feliz".
I am mega proud of the Portuguese TV for having a program like his and showing it in prime time. It shows mentalities have changed so much regarding disabilities and difference in Portugal and that is simply great!
I don't know if tomorrow I will be needing Salvador's help, if worst comes to worst during my motorcycle adventures ( or even a simple fall at home!!) so to me knowing someone like him exists gives me hope no matter what happens!
He is an inspiration for all of us and his charity deserves all the help it can get.
I am mega proud of the Portuguese TV for having a program like his and showing it in prime time. It shows mentalities have changed so much regarding disabilities and difference in Portugal and that is simply great!
I don't know if tomorrow I will be needing Salvador's help, if worst comes to worst during my motorcycle adventures ( or even a simple fall at home!!) so to me knowing someone like him exists gives me hope no matter what happens!
He is an inspiration for all of us and his charity deserves all the help it can get.
Monday, 14 February 2011
German!
First German lesson with Silvia was a cracker!! I know more then I thought and less then I should!! Its a start and she is SO cool!! How lucky am I?? Now its all steam ahead and in 4 weeks I must be mega fluent so I can go back and interact more with the locals and be happier.
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
reunion
Its great to see friends again, to hear what's been happening and what are the projects for the future. Specially when the opportunity to meet in person is rare and not so easy because of the obvious distance.
It is when I see my friends I realize how much I miss them. I suppose it must be a defence mechanism, otherwise if I felt that so strongly everyday I wouldn't be able to be so far away!
And what about the feelings regarding coming back home, to my Country? They are mainly of sadness and disappointment... Of bewildering incredulity with what everyday one sees on the road, on the street, in the shops, well everywhere really.
My Country, the one I left, was a place of nice and helpful people, polite and interested, respectful of themselves and others. Somehow I find that to be kind of lost, specially in younger people, like my own generation. It was called "Geracao rasca" and it is living up to expectations!!
In Germany I find people rude and impolite because they are arrogant. Here it seems it is all related to selfishness. Maybe my generation spent far too long at the parents house before "flying from the nest" on their own and that has created a mass of people that have only rights and no duties.
Plus everyone seems to be living in mass hysteria, overwhelmed with crap Reality TV programs, dramas/soaps of poor quality where everyone shouts and fights all the time and News bulletins that are worthy only of a bad End-of-The-World movie!!!
There is very little laughter and there is a lot of long faces, even though the sun shines, flooding dark rooms and moods with light and there are mini-summers every three weeks!
Why is everyone so sad?? Oh, wait, its the "Crise". There is a crises on in Portugal, you know? Very bad, this is very bad... Is it? Sorry, I find that hard to believe!! I do not tend to base my opinions on nothing, or on rumours, or on hear-say, and specially not on the stupid/deceiving stuff that comes out of the 8 O'clock News. To have an informed opinion I try my best to read as much as possible about macro economy issues from sources like the Economist, I read and look from the outside in and that gives a sense of perspective that those inside cannot have. Well, they could if they stopped being lazy and went to http://www.economist.com/! It is 1 option there are many more and hurray for the internet to allow us to have access to education and personal improvement at a click of a finger! Amazing how so much is so wasted on the Human race!!
Anyway, I diverge! A few examples that have, literally, shocked me this year!
1 - A visit to an amateur ( and I stress, amateur ) biathlon competion revealed the level of gear and above all, bicycles, is much, MUCH higher then what you see, say, in Belgium. There were many bicycles above 2000 euros and in general more than 500 Euros in gear alone. OK, good for them, but where is the crisis?!
2 - On driving in Portugal,once again, it is obvious people have too much money to burn, because the way they drive is definitely not economic!! I find that fuel should be 10 times more expensive. I know, I know, its polemic, but think about it, how many lives would be saved, specially of motorcyclists, if the general public was forced to drive to save fuel, because at the moment what I see is Euro notes coming out of the exhaust pipe and ripped to pieces by the tyres... While they are forced out of driving, it will be safe to cross a pedestrian crossing without fearing for our lives, the environment will be cleaner and maybe, just maybe, they will learn ( finally!!) that, in traffic, it is about progression, not top speed!
3 - The price of houses is a good measure of how healthy a Country is, and judging by that Portugal is one of the best in Europe! I found that a flat in Ericeira is more expensive then my old flat in Sunningdale!! Well, I am the greatest fan of Ericeira, but this is not London and even more ridiculous, Sunningdale is one of the most expensive Real Estate in Britain!! So, there you have it, maybe the Queen is living somewhere in the Ribeira D'Ilhas! Surfing!!
4 - The cars!! My God the cars!! I am, by now, pretty blaze when it comes to cars, seeing that I live in the Mecca of petrol heads, the Nurburgring. On any given day I can see 5 different Porsche Carrera GTs, an average 15 or so Porsche GT3RS, a couple of Aston Martins and lots of Ferraris. And there its ok to see them, it makes sense. What is not so easy to understand is to find so many (and all new) luxury cars in such a "poor" Country. You could say its a sign of how Third World Portugal's economy has become, but that is not true either, because, according to European results for the sale of cars for 2010,all cars, Portugal is on the top, together with others, apparently not so poor!
5 - Going back to the bicycles, I found out this weekend that the Rolls Royce of bicycles, the Titanium-framed Seven, has two big markets, one is Germany and the other Portugal!! Yes, a 5000 Euro frame, followed by all the other goodies to make it into a 8000 Euro bike, is a high seller here, not in the UK, or Belgium, or France! We are, actually, competing with GERMANY!!!!
Ok, I could go on and no, I haven't forgotten about homeless numbers, asylum seekers and Welfare Support, I have also read about those and the proportion of those in the Society is not more then in the UK or France.
What I think is people are unhappy because they are told everyday by the TV things are bad and they believe it. Stop listening to that, stop being negative, respect each other more and enjoy the great Country Portugal can be!!
It can only be great if each and everyone of us makes our little bit great, say good morning to everyone you meet on the street, be nice to the shop keeper even if they are not, improve our manners and slowly, in every area of Society, things will change. But DO NOT expect a "Sao Sebastiao" to come and save the Country, it depends only on us all!
It is when I see my friends I realize how much I miss them. I suppose it must be a defence mechanism, otherwise if I felt that so strongly everyday I wouldn't be able to be so far away!
And what about the feelings regarding coming back home, to my Country? They are mainly of sadness and disappointment... Of bewildering incredulity with what everyday one sees on the road, on the street, in the shops, well everywhere really.
My Country, the one I left, was a place of nice and helpful people, polite and interested, respectful of themselves and others. Somehow I find that to be kind of lost, specially in younger people, like my own generation. It was called "Geracao rasca" and it is living up to expectations!!
In Germany I find people rude and impolite because they are arrogant. Here it seems it is all related to selfishness. Maybe my generation spent far too long at the parents house before "flying from the nest" on their own and that has created a mass of people that have only rights and no duties.
Plus everyone seems to be living in mass hysteria, overwhelmed with crap Reality TV programs, dramas/soaps of poor quality where everyone shouts and fights all the time and News bulletins that are worthy only of a bad End-of-The-World movie!!!
There is very little laughter and there is a lot of long faces, even though the sun shines, flooding dark rooms and moods with light and there are mini-summers every three weeks!
Why is everyone so sad?? Oh, wait, its the "Crise". There is a crises on in Portugal, you know? Very bad, this is very bad... Is it? Sorry, I find that hard to believe!! I do not tend to base my opinions on nothing, or on rumours, or on hear-say, and specially not on the stupid/deceiving stuff that comes out of the 8 O'clock News. To have an informed opinion I try my best to read as much as possible about macro economy issues from sources like the Economist, I read and look from the outside in and that gives a sense of perspective that those inside cannot have. Well, they could if they stopped being lazy and went to http://www.economist.com/! It is 1 option there are many more and hurray for the internet to allow us to have access to education and personal improvement at a click of a finger! Amazing how so much is so wasted on the Human race!!
Anyway, I diverge! A few examples that have, literally, shocked me this year!
1 - A visit to an amateur ( and I stress, amateur ) biathlon competion revealed the level of gear and above all, bicycles, is much, MUCH higher then what you see, say, in Belgium. There were many bicycles above 2000 euros and in general more than 500 Euros in gear alone. OK, good for them, but where is the crisis?!
2 - On driving in Portugal,once again, it is obvious people have too much money to burn, because the way they drive is definitely not economic!! I find that fuel should be 10 times more expensive. I know, I know, its polemic, but think about it, how many lives would be saved, specially of motorcyclists, if the general public was forced to drive to save fuel, because at the moment what I see is Euro notes coming out of the exhaust pipe and ripped to pieces by the tyres... While they are forced out of driving, it will be safe to cross a pedestrian crossing without fearing for our lives, the environment will be cleaner and maybe, just maybe, they will learn ( finally!!) that, in traffic, it is about progression, not top speed!
3 - The price of houses is a good measure of how healthy a Country is, and judging by that Portugal is one of the best in Europe! I found that a flat in Ericeira is more expensive then my old flat in Sunningdale!! Well, I am the greatest fan of Ericeira, but this is not London and even more ridiculous, Sunningdale is one of the most expensive Real Estate in Britain!! So, there you have it, maybe the Queen is living somewhere in the Ribeira D'Ilhas! Surfing!!
4 - The cars!! My God the cars!! I am, by now, pretty blaze when it comes to cars, seeing that I live in the Mecca of petrol heads, the Nurburgring. On any given day I can see 5 different Porsche Carrera GTs, an average 15 or so Porsche GT3RS, a couple of Aston Martins and lots of Ferraris. And there its ok to see them, it makes sense. What is not so easy to understand is to find so many (and all new) luxury cars in such a "poor" Country. You could say its a sign of how Third World Portugal's economy has become, but that is not true either, because, according to European results for the sale of cars for 2010,all cars, Portugal is on the top, together with others, apparently not so poor!
5 - Going back to the bicycles, I found out this weekend that the Rolls Royce of bicycles, the Titanium-framed Seven, has two big markets, one is Germany and the other Portugal!! Yes, a 5000 Euro frame, followed by all the other goodies to make it into a 8000 Euro bike, is a high seller here, not in the UK, or Belgium, or France! We are, actually, competing with GERMANY!!!!
Ok, I could go on and no, I haven't forgotten about homeless numbers, asylum seekers and Welfare Support, I have also read about those and the proportion of those in the Society is not more then in the UK or France.
What I think is people are unhappy because they are told everyday by the TV things are bad and they believe it. Stop listening to that, stop being negative, respect each other more and enjoy the great Country Portugal can be!!
It can only be great if each and everyone of us makes our little bit great, say good morning to everyone you meet on the street, be nice to the shop keeper even if they are not, improve our manners and slowly, in every area of Society, things will change. But DO NOT expect a "Sao Sebastiao" to come and save the Country, it depends only on us all!
Saturday, 26 June 2010
Fear
Fear is there all the time, in the corner of the room, in the dark shadow that forever will follow us. We carry fear with us, its impossible not to because it is what keeps us alive, up to a point. Fear can also kill us, fast or slowly, depending on what we do with it. Some fears will be impossible to conquer in our lifetime and if we let them, they will destroy us from within, messing with our minds, making us believe or disbelieve, see or not see, confusing us to the point the only thing we can do is stop, literally be paralyzed and go no where even though our life depends on how fast we can run out of there!
It is easier to control fears of a physical nature, like the fear of flying, but how do you control a fear that goes behond anything physical and comes from deep routed insecurities, abuse, violence, loneliness? Maybe the techniques are the same, anyway! Maybe only a shrink can tell!
It is very difficult to fight fears, to push them down so they are small enough to not hamper our decisions and have a positive effect instead of a negative one.
My response to physical fears is to rationalized them and think about them without the emotional emphasis, just think of the actions to take in the event of an emergency. That keeps me safer while riding and also gives more confidence, because I have seen the films many times in my head.
My response to the other type of fear is to run away as fast as possible!! But that doesn't cure me from them, doesn't beat them to oblivion and to a manageable size. That just makes them bigger!! So, be brave and fight is the only solution. I just hope I am not fighting the very essence of my survival instinct.
It is easier to control fears of a physical nature, like the fear of flying, but how do you control a fear that goes behond anything physical and comes from deep routed insecurities, abuse, violence, loneliness? Maybe the techniques are the same, anyway! Maybe only a shrink can tell!
It is very difficult to fight fears, to push them down so they are small enough to not hamper our decisions and have a positive effect instead of a negative one.
My response to physical fears is to rationalized them and think about them without the emotional emphasis, just think of the actions to take in the event of an emergency. That keeps me safer while riding and also gives more confidence, because I have seen the films many times in my head.
My response to the other type of fear is to run away as fast as possible!! But that doesn't cure me from them, doesn't beat them to oblivion and to a manageable size. That just makes them bigger!! So, be brave and fight is the only solution. I just hope I am not fighting the very essence of my survival instinct.
Thursday, 6 May 2010
Carta a uma amiga
O prometido é devido e aqui vai! Desculpa o atraso de quase uma semana, mas tenho tido vários afazeres e pouca energia mental para escrever. Outro pedido de desculpa vai para a ortografia, que já era má há 10 anos atrás graças à minha mini dislexia, mas agora está ainda pior, porque basicamente quase não falo ou escrevo em português. Sou mais um número a engordar a coluna da ilitracia!
Bem, vou tentar resumir os ultimos anos para não te maçar assim muito e começo pelo fim.
Pois no dia 13 de Março casei! É verdade, aconteceu mesmo, para surpresa geral, principalmente minha!
E não posso dizer que tenha sido o dia mais feliz da minha vida e também não o vivi com uma sensação de "achivement" que normalmente se associa a esse evento. Na verdade nunca fez parte dos meus planos casar e, devido á minha situação familiar, nomeadamente ausência duma Mãe, foi até doloroso. Mas foi também uma festa super fixe!! E isso deu-me a força e o ânimo que me ajudou a chegar ás 4 de manhã feliz. Acima de tudo pelos meus amigos, que vieram de todo o lado e que são sem duvida o melhor que há no mundo. Havia 11 nacionalidades no total, desde a Escandinávia, à Madeira e até Hong Kong e Tansmânia, estavam lá todos os continentes!!
Casei com o Jochen, um belga que conheci em finais de 2005 e que me tirou uma foto quando visitei o Nurburgring, a mitica pista de corridas na Alemanhã Ocidental. Desde o primeiro momento que nos entendemos, apesar de estarmos em campos opostos em tantas coisas! Mas, suponho, isso é bom porque nos equilibramos um ao outro entre uma briga e outra! Coisas normais entre pessoas que estão muito próximo.
Ele tem muita paciência e tolerância para mim, não me prende e deixa-me ser como sou, o que é bom para mim.
E por ele estou agora a viver na Alemanha, deixei a minha adorada Inglaterra e tudo para trás para começar uma nova etapa com ele. E olha que é mesmo por amor ( alguns dirão completa estupidez!) que aqui estou, porque este País não é nada fácil para mim. São todos uns trombudos e a larga maioria muito antipáticos. Há excepções, claro, e felizmente já encontrei uma pessoa que, tal como eu, está no lugar errado!! É a minha professora de alemão e as minhas aulas não são só aprendisazem linguística, são uma espécie de terapia, para mim e para ela.
Há várias coisas que deixei em Londres e que me fazem muito falta, mas acima de tudo falta-me o riso, o humor e a palhaçada que sempre me rodeou com os meus amigos. E o riso é, talvez como o amor, o pão da Alma. Sem eles morremos por dentro todos os dias.
Mas eu sou assim, vou vivendo por capítulos, mas sempre com um tema comum, vivo para me dar aos outros, por isso, neste momento, "dei-me" ao Jochen e vou tentar que resulte mesmo não gostando particularmente do que me rodeia. Quando digo neste momento, é mesmo isso, um dia de cada vez, amanhã pode eventualmente ser diferente!
È horrível ser-se assim, sabes, incapaz de assentar, incapaz de pensar em termos de tempo, mas só e unicamente em termos de espaço! O tempo para mim só tem um vector, "Não percas tempo a ser infeliz, procura outro espaço onde serás feliz"!!
Sou impaciente, irrascivel, incontrolável, sempre. Mas o outro lado desta moeda é coragem, determinção, confiança total e sem medos andar para a frente. Na verdade nunca vou ser diferente disto, é a minha matéria e se tempos houve em que estive mesmo perdida e sozinha, concequencia de más decisões devido á minha impulsividade, hoje aprendi e aceitei que se é assim que vai ser, então vou tirar o maior partido possível da vida que me foi dada e que pode acabar a qualquer momento.
Coisas que vêm com a idade, os ingleses chamam-lhe "mellowing", um termo excepcional e que descreve perfeitamente esse fenómeno de transformação que os anos trazem consigo, juntamente com os cabelos brancos!
Antes de me mudar para aqui, no dia 2 de Abril de 2009, vivia em Sunningdale, um sitio lindo mesmo ao pé de Windsor e Ascot e trabalhava em Heathrow, no Posto de Inspecção fronteiriço do aeroporto. Estive lá 4 anos e foi giro. Aliás eu volto lá para trabalhar de vez em quando para substituir os meus colegas quando eles vão de férias. É bom, porque volto a estar com todos os meus amigos aproveito para me encher que todas as coisas boas que adoro e que me fazem feliz. É como voltar a respirar depois de estar debaixo de água ou aquele bocado de pão quentinho com manteiga quando se está esganado de fome!!!
Não sei o que é que há naquela terra, mas desde o primeiro momento que lá cheguei que me senti em "casa", coisa que eu não sei onde é ou o que é sequer. Houve um momento em que percebi que é a minha casa espiritual e será sempre o sitio onde volto com mais alegria.
Fui muito feliz entre 2005 e 2008. 2005, posso dizer com absoluta certeza, foi o ano mais feliz da minha vida. Começo muito turbulento; em Janeiro estava ainda a trabalhar e viver no mesmo sitio onde me visitas-te e sentia-me mesmo, mesmo perdida. O mais infeliz possível...
Em 2004 sofri várias desilusões que me atiraram para um poço muito fundo, mas como tudo na vida, que é cheia de surpresas, complicações e convulsões, em Outubro conheci alguém que foi, é e será sempre, uma luz muito forte que me ilumina o caminho e me ajuda sem saber que o faz e não é o Jochen!! Mas com os anos também aprendi que se podem amar muitas pessoas, com muita intensidade mas de forma diferente, ao mesmo tempo e não faz mal. Foi o Steve que me deu uma força enorme para sair do buraco onde tinha caido e trouxe com ele a mudança da maré na minha vida.
Em Janeiro de 2005 recebi a proposta para ir para Heathrow e nem pensei duas vezes!! Mas mesmo antes de me mudar tive um acidente com a motinha, a Hornet 250, e foi de braço ao peito que fiz a mudança!
Já em Londres, o emprego era a 5 minutos de distância da loja da Triumph mais famosa no Mundo, Jack Lilleys, e foi lá que comprei a minha adorada Speed Triple 1050 amarela. A loja tornou-se a minha segunda casa e até estive à frente do clube Triumph durante um ano. A primeira viagem que fiz ao Nurburgring foi com essa moto e com ela fiz milhares de Kilometros loucos pela Europa fora. Uma completa hooligan, mas um pote de risos!! Eu e o Steve, tão louco quanto eu, divertimo-nos bastante a "dançar" entre os carros na autoestrada a velocidades ilegalmente estapafurdias, coisa que invariavelmente nos fez sentir mais vivos do que acho um bebé recém nascido!
Num dia de Junho de 2006 encontrei o espaço onde a tinha deixado vazio... Não sei como se pode sentir tanta dor ao perder uma "coisa", um objecto inanimado, mas a verdade é que nunca mais consegui colmatar aquele espaço que ficou para sempre vazio. Voltei a comprar uma Speed Triple, mas não era o mesmo e nunca será, porque em mim algo mudou e não voltei a sentir aquele amor que cimenta uma ligação quase extra terrena e que nos faz sentir imortais, próximo do Paraíso mesmo. Hoje acho que se não a tivessem roubado, eu e ela, teríamos morrido, porque realmente me sentia imortal assim que as luzinhas brilhavam, o pé metia a primeira e o cérebro era tomado pela "need for speed". Assim sendo, talvez tenha sido intervenção divina...
Antes de 2005 não interessa particularmente, para ser sincera, fiz algumas asneiras grosseiras e, não as esquecendo, não esquecendo o quanto magoei pessoas que não queria magoar, tomo tudo o que aconteceu como uma lição. Caí, levantei-me e aprendi! Aliás os fortes não são os que não caiem, mas os que caiem e se levantam.
E agora o futuro!! Vou fazendo as coisas por passos e avaliando diáriamente a direcção a seguir. Primeiro tenho de aprender alemão e depois quero trabalhar em clinica de pequenos animais e acumpultura veterinária. Mas ao mesmo tempo tenho de ajudar o Jochen no seu trabalho e manter a casa minimamente decente! E é uma casa enorme!! Uma trabalheira...
Sei que quero atravessar África, viajar por lugares longínquos e gostava de fazer voluntariado em regiões muito necessitadas como Somália, Quénia, Angola e até Afeganistão. E quando queremos uma coisa com muita força, de certeza que lá chegaremos!
Um grande beijinho!!!
Bem, vou tentar resumir os ultimos anos para não te maçar assim muito e começo pelo fim.
Pois no dia 13 de Março casei! É verdade, aconteceu mesmo, para surpresa geral, principalmente minha!
E não posso dizer que tenha sido o dia mais feliz da minha vida e também não o vivi com uma sensação de "achivement" que normalmente se associa a esse evento. Na verdade nunca fez parte dos meus planos casar e, devido á minha situação familiar, nomeadamente ausência duma Mãe, foi até doloroso. Mas foi também uma festa super fixe!! E isso deu-me a força e o ânimo que me ajudou a chegar ás 4 de manhã feliz. Acima de tudo pelos meus amigos, que vieram de todo o lado e que são sem duvida o melhor que há no mundo. Havia 11 nacionalidades no total, desde a Escandinávia, à Madeira e até Hong Kong e Tansmânia, estavam lá todos os continentes!!
Casei com o Jochen, um belga que conheci em finais de 2005 e que me tirou uma foto quando visitei o Nurburgring, a mitica pista de corridas na Alemanhã Ocidental. Desde o primeiro momento que nos entendemos, apesar de estarmos em campos opostos em tantas coisas! Mas, suponho, isso é bom porque nos equilibramos um ao outro entre uma briga e outra! Coisas normais entre pessoas que estão muito próximo.
Ele tem muita paciência e tolerância para mim, não me prende e deixa-me ser como sou, o que é bom para mim.
E por ele estou agora a viver na Alemanha, deixei a minha adorada Inglaterra e tudo para trás para começar uma nova etapa com ele. E olha que é mesmo por amor ( alguns dirão completa estupidez!) que aqui estou, porque este País não é nada fácil para mim. São todos uns trombudos e a larga maioria muito antipáticos. Há excepções, claro, e felizmente já encontrei uma pessoa que, tal como eu, está no lugar errado!! É a minha professora de alemão e as minhas aulas não são só aprendisazem linguística, são uma espécie de terapia, para mim e para ela.
Há várias coisas que deixei em Londres e que me fazem muito falta, mas acima de tudo falta-me o riso, o humor e a palhaçada que sempre me rodeou com os meus amigos. E o riso é, talvez como o amor, o pão da Alma. Sem eles morremos por dentro todos os dias.
Mas eu sou assim, vou vivendo por capítulos, mas sempre com um tema comum, vivo para me dar aos outros, por isso, neste momento, "dei-me" ao Jochen e vou tentar que resulte mesmo não gostando particularmente do que me rodeia. Quando digo neste momento, é mesmo isso, um dia de cada vez, amanhã pode eventualmente ser diferente!
È horrível ser-se assim, sabes, incapaz de assentar, incapaz de pensar em termos de tempo, mas só e unicamente em termos de espaço! O tempo para mim só tem um vector, "Não percas tempo a ser infeliz, procura outro espaço onde serás feliz"!!
Sou impaciente, irrascivel, incontrolável, sempre. Mas o outro lado desta moeda é coragem, determinção, confiança total e sem medos andar para a frente. Na verdade nunca vou ser diferente disto, é a minha matéria e se tempos houve em que estive mesmo perdida e sozinha, concequencia de más decisões devido á minha impulsividade, hoje aprendi e aceitei que se é assim que vai ser, então vou tirar o maior partido possível da vida que me foi dada e que pode acabar a qualquer momento.
Coisas que vêm com a idade, os ingleses chamam-lhe "mellowing", um termo excepcional e que descreve perfeitamente esse fenómeno de transformação que os anos trazem consigo, juntamente com os cabelos brancos!
Antes de me mudar para aqui, no dia 2 de Abril de 2009, vivia em Sunningdale, um sitio lindo mesmo ao pé de Windsor e Ascot e trabalhava em Heathrow, no Posto de Inspecção fronteiriço do aeroporto. Estive lá 4 anos e foi giro. Aliás eu volto lá para trabalhar de vez em quando para substituir os meus colegas quando eles vão de férias. É bom, porque volto a estar com todos os meus amigos aproveito para me encher que todas as coisas boas que adoro e que me fazem feliz. É como voltar a respirar depois de estar debaixo de água ou aquele bocado de pão quentinho com manteiga quando se está esganado de fome!!!
Não sei o que é que há naquela terra, mas desde o primeiro momento que lá cheguei que me senti em "casa", coisa que eu não sei onde é ou o que é sequer. Houve um momento em que percebi que é a minha casa espiritual e será sempre o sitio onde volto com mais alegria.
Fui muito feliz entre 2005 e 2008. 2005, posso dizer com absoluta certeza, foi o ano mais feliz da minha vida. Começo muito turbulento; em Janeiro estava ainda a trabalhar e viver no mesmo sitio onde me visitas-te e sentia-me mesmo, mesmo perdida. O mais infeliz possível...
Em 2004 sofri várias desilusões que me atiraram para um poço muito fundo, mas como tudo na vida, que é cheia de surpresas, complicações e convulsões, em Outubro conheci alguém que foi, é e será sempre, uma luz muito forte que me ilumina o caminho e me ajuda sem saber que o faz e não é o Jochen!! Mas com os anos também aprendi que se podem amar muitas pessoas, com muita intensidade mas de forma diferente, ao mesmo tempo e não faz mal. Foi o Steve que me deu uma força enorme para sair do buraco onde tinha caido e trouxe com ele a mudança da maré na minha vida.
Em Janeiro de 2005 recebi a proposta para ir para Heathrow e nem pensei duas vezes!! Mas mesmo antes de me mudar tive um acidente com a motinha, a Hornet 250, e foi de braço ao peito que fiz a mudança!
Já em Londres, o emprego era a 5 minutos de distância da loja da Triumph mais famosa no Mundo, Jack Lilleys, e foi lá que comprei a minha adorada Speed Triple 1050 amarela. A loja tornou-se a minha segunda casa e até estive à frente do clube Triumph durante um ano. A primeira viagem que fiz ao Nurburgring foi com essa moto e com ela fiz milhares de Kilometros loucos pela Europa fora. Uma completa hooligan, mas um pote de risos!! Eu e o Steve, tão louco quanto eu, divertimo-nos bastante a "dançar" entre os carros na autoestrada a velocidades ilegalmente estapafurdias, coisa que invariavelmente nos fez sentir mais vivos do que acho um bebé recém nascido!
Num dia de Junho de 2006 encontrei o espaço onde a tinha deixado vazio... Não sei como se pode sentir tanta dor ao perder uma "coisa", um objecto inanimado, mas a verdade é que nunca mais consegui colmatar aquele espaço que ficou para sempre vazio. Voltei a comprar uma Speed Triple, mas não era o mesmo e nunca será, porque em mim algo mudou e não voltei a sentir aquele amor que cimenta uma ligação quase extra terrena e que nos faz sentir imortais, próximo do Paraíso mesmo. Hoje acho que se não a tivessem roubado, eu e ela, teríamos morrido, porque realmente me sentia imortal assim que as luzinhas brilhavam, o pé metia a primeira e o cérebro era tomado pela "need for speed". Assim sendo, talvez tenha sido intervenção divina...
Antes de 2005 não interessa particularmente, para ser sincera, fiz algumas asneiras grosseiras e, não as esquecendo, não esquecendo o quanto magoei pessoas que não queria magoar, tomo tudo o que aconteceu como uma lição. Caí, levantei-me e aprendi! Aliás os fortes não são os que não caiem, mas os que caiem e se levantam.
E agora o futuro!! Vou fazendo as coisas por passos e avaliando diáriamente a direcção a seguir. Primeiro tenho de aprender alemão e depois quero trabalhar em clinica de pequenos animais e acumpultura veterinária. Mas ao mesmo tempo tenho de ajudar o Jochen no seu trabalho e manter a casa minimamente decente! E é uma casa enorme!! Uma trabalheira...
Sei que quero atravessar África, viajar por lugares longínquos e gostava de fazer voluntariado em regiões muito necessitadas como Somália, Quénia, Angola e até Afeganistão. E quando queremos uma coisa com muita força, de certeza que lá chegaremos!
Um grande beijinho!!!
Thursday, 24 September 2009
Day one
Being a gypsy is not easy. Above all because you can’t afford to get attached to anything. In fact “things” are all temporary, disposable and must be left behind, because what really matters is feelings and freedom.
And the same applies to the people that you meet along the way, they all have to be left behind one day, unless they are also a gypsy and go with you. Was I born like this or did life make me into one? Well, after 200 years of Military “Fathers”, each one born in a different place, many miles from each other; after 10 schools, 100 houses and 1000 moves; brought up looking outside, questioning what is behind the next hill and the next one and the next one, how can I be anything other then a gypsy!!
Going back is painful. Coming back to the UK, to my house, to my work, is unheard of for me, exactly because it’s painful and I don’t like pain at all! It is a strange place to be, no man’s land, nor here, nor there, waiting to do the passage, all stamped up and ready to start again. I suppose it is especially painful because this is such a great Country, full of different realities that co-exist side by side in the smallest of spaces, permanently adjusting and respecting, because that is the British way. Some do it by politeness, not really feeling the appeal of the exotic, but the majority does it because of genuine niceness and because they are a civilized people. And because of their DNA chain has 90% more humour genes then everyone else!! How many times a day do you laugh? I for sure took that for granted. It is more important to laugh, in general, then to get a hug. A hug is important, very necessary in times of sadness, but laughing does something to our souls that only making love to that special one can surpass. . Someone told me last week in response to the lack of humour in my new life that, living without it, is like living without music! Very true.
But, like everything else, they too have to stay behind, because the way is forward. I look at it and feel (gypsy life is all about feeling!) incredibly privileged for the time spent in the mist of this society. The lessons they taught me will be invaluable to the rest of my life. Above all try to deal with everything with humour; love, death, joy and adversity, the best way is always to joke.
I seem to pass through people’s lives like a hurricane, fast in, fast out, leaving nothing in it’s place. And I don’t even stay for the reconstruction! This upsets those that have deep roots the most, but it also causes great distress to the ones that actually want to go, but can’t make them selves run and follow what they really feel is right.
So that is the struggle, to feel to the maximum without getting too hurt. Experience the strongest wind on a naked bike and enduring the pain in the neck! Loving friends more then they have ever imagined possible and closing the door when it’s time to go, not for them, but for me. And the struggle goes now to another level. The gypsy soul is in love! Dangerous you might say, especially for the brave/foolish man that decided it was a good idea to love, protect and cherish this troubled being that is me! Dangerous it is, in fact, but that has one huge advantage to conventional certainty: exactly because it’s dangerous, you pay more attention to every detail, every day is a beginning and, again, you feel the all thing much more and intensely. I mean, it’s like getting on your Motorbike every day, isn’t it?! Well, it should be and maybe less divorces existed if people saw it like that instead of being bored out of their minds.
It would have been impossible to be this “wise” and sorted without all the mad races, on or off the bike, without all the crazy escapes, without all the fidgeting!! And I know a soul like mine is not made for settlement, which is very important, because only when we know ourselves can we be happy with someone else. And that is the objective, from now to whenever ( maybe only tomorrow), TO BE HAPPY!
It starts today, I’m choosing the wedding dress…My God it feels an alien concept! Another lesson I suppose and with the help of my friend, much more experienced then me, it should come out alright. Although, the devil in me is trying to lure me to go to Jack Lilley's instead and get a Speed Triple, probably the same price but much better value for money! I say to the devil, I expect to enjoy that dress as much as I enjoyed the bike and intend the get many miles out of it, not just one Sunday ride out in March!!
S
And the same applies to the people that you meet along the way, they all have to be left behind one day, unless they are also a gypsy and go with you. Was I born like this or did life make me into one? Well, after 200 years of Military “Fathers”, each one born in a different place, many miles from each other; after 10 schools, 100 houses and 1000 moves; brought up looking outside, questioning what is behind the next hill and the next one and the next one, how can I be anything other then a gypsy!!
Going back is painful. Coming back to the UK, to my house, to my work, is unheard of for me, exactly because it’s painful and I don’t like pain at all! It is a strange place to be, no man’s land, nor here, nor there, waiting to do the passage, all stamped up and ready to start again. I suppose it is especially painful because this is such a great Country, full of different realities that co-exist side by side in the smallest of spaces, permanently adjusting and respecting, because that is the British way. Some do it by politeness, not really feeling the appeal of the exotic, but the majority does it because of genuine niceness and because they are a civilized people. And because of their DNA chain has 90% more humour genes then everyone else!! How many times a day do you laugh? I for sure took that for granted. It is more important to laugh, in general, then to get a hug. A hug is important, very necessary in times of sadness, but laughing does something to our souls that only making love to that special one can surpass. . Someone told me last week in response to the lack of humour in my new life that, living without it, is like living without music! Very true.
But, like everything else, they too have to stay behind, because the way is forward. I look at it and feel (gypsy life is all about feeling!) incredibly privileged for the time spent in the mist of this society. The lessons they taught me will be invaluable to the rest of my life. Above all try to deal with everything with humour; love, death, joy and adversity, the best way is always to joke.
I seem to pass through people’s lives like a hurricane, fast in, fast out, leaving nothing in it’s place. And I don’t even stay for the reconstruction! This upsets those that have deep roots the most, but it also causes great distress to the ones that actually want to go, but can’t make them selves run and follow what they really feel is right.
So that is the struggle, to feel to the maximum without getting too hurt. Experience the strongest wind on a naked bike and enduring the pain in the neck! Loving friends more then they have ever imagined possible and closing the door when it’s time to go, not for them, but for me. And the struggle goes now to another level. The gypsy soul is in love! Dangerous you might say, especially for the brave/foolish man that decided it was a good idea to love, protect and cherish this troubled being that is me! Dangerous it is, in fact, but that has one huge advantage to conventional certainty: exactly because it’s dangerous, you pay more attention to every detail, every day is a beginning and, again, you feel the all thing much more and intensely. I mean, it’s like getting on your Motorbike every day, isn’t it?! Well, it should be and maybe less divorces existed if people saw it like that instead of being bored out of their minds.
It would have been impossible to be this “wise” and sorted without all the mad races, on or off the bike, without all the crazy escapes, without all the fidgeting!! And I know a soul like mine is not made for settlement, which is very important, because only when we know ourselves can we be happy with someone else. And that is the objective, from now to whenever ( maybe only tomorrow), TO BE HAPPY!
It starts today, I’m choosing the wedding dress…My God it feels an alien concept! Another lesson I suppose and with the help of my friend, much more experienced then me, it should come out alright. Although, the devil in me is trying to lure me to go to Jack Lilley's instead and get a Speed Triple, probably the same price but much better value for money! I say to the devil, I expect to enjoy that dress as much as I enjoyed the bike and intend the get many miles out of it, not just one Sunday ride out in March!!
S
Saturday, 15 August 2009
Friends
Friends are the best thing in the world! My life would be void without you and my journeys would not have a purpose. Thank you friends!
Sunday, 5 July 2009
4 weeks in the UK
"You are back, how nice! Can't keep away?!" Its true, I can't keep away from Britain. I never thought it would be this difficult to be away, but coming back as also shown me that I did the right thing and I just need to adjust my life there to not get into a deep depression. Still no German, needs to change, and then more riding needs to happen as well!
The Summer has truly arrived here, although we got really wet in Cornwall, where it was suppose to be dry!! But we still got a couple of hours on the beach. Probably should have stayed longer, because the traffic was SO bad!!!
Im staying at a BandB in a Convent, the Bridgittine Guest House, in a little room, of a Tudor house, with a little balcony just for me! Its, as expected, a very peaceful place, allowing for deep thoughts and meditation, which is good for me. Also met there a half Portuguese Priest that was very nice. i would recommend this place very much, www.bridgettineguesthouse.co.uk
Return to Germany is on Friday and the next 4 days are full of racing and track day work between NurburgRing F1 and Spa. After, and armed with my new PaintPod, is DIY time!! Oh joy!! And in between the Firestorm will be coming out for some riding at the The Green Hell.
The Summer has truly arrived here, although we got really wet in Cornwall, where it was suppose to be dry!! But we still got a couple of hours on the beach. Probably should have stayed longer, because the traffic was SO bad!!!
Im staying at a BandB in a Convent, the Bridgittine Guest House, in a little room, of a Tudor house, with a little balcony just for me! Its, as expected, a very peaceful place, allowing for deep thoughts and meditation, which is good for me. Also met there a half Portuguese Priest that was very nice. i would recommend this place very much, www.bridgettineguesthouse.co.uk
Return to Germany is on Friday and the next 4 days are full of racing and track day work between NurburgRing F1 and Spa. After, and armed with my new PaintPod, is DIY time!! Oh joy!! And in between the Firestorm will be coming out for some riding at the The Green Hell.
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
No German
and another day has passed between boxes and stuff and more stuff!! Where did all of this come from??? I have obviously bought it, but I don't remember!! Its looking better, less boxes at least and tomorrow it the top floor's turn. It needs to be ready for Thursday arrival of the first guest for Easter. And another day has passed without any chance of me speaking German. It's not good! I have to learn soon. Any way, another day, another victory! We did a walk to the track and it was a test day so saw some special cars being tested, like the new Porsche GT2 and the new saloon. tomorrow the tornado starts again!!
Saturday, 4 April 2009
Germany
That's it, I'm here! It was very emotional to leave the UK, a lot harder then I had forseen. And being here is hard because I don't speak German yet, so every little thing I want to do requires help and I hate that!! Today I gave up on buying bread because it was going to be too difficult to do it. Its an incentive to learn faster I supose and I intend to do it quickly. I was invited to a party with a new friend, Melanie, but I feel too tiered and a bit lost really, so I will wait for next time. The bike journey was good, nice weather and not a lot of traffic, although there were several hairy situations in Belgium, but their driving can only be compared to Mumbay on a good day!! I have to give this place a chance, there are really nice people around, but the life I had in England was really good!! well, life is not suposed to be easy and to achieve what we want, there are always sacrifices to be done, nothing comes free.
Monday, 23 March 2009
New begginings
My party at The Ace was really good, 30 people and everyone enjoyed it!! I was very lucky with the weather, after a week of English Summer weather, Friday night was perfect for biking, so the Ace was packed. Steve came with little Steve and Stan, they were 3 hours in traffic... It was a great night. Saturday I went mad and bought half of Windsor!! But its the last chance. For the last time I went for a ride out with Nick and Simon to Newlands Corner and then, totally what of the blue, Jochen proposed while we walked for the last time at Sunningdale Golf Course!!! I was totally surprised and I knew he would do it somewhere, somehow, that I was not expecting. He said he did there and then because he could see how special England in Spring is for me and he was right to wait for that moment. We even had a puppy Labrador run up to us and sat down looking at him while he went on his knee!! All in all a great moment.
Tuesday, 10 March 2009
Flat...
The VTR has a flat tyre... manage to get a mobile tyre crew, GS tyres, to come and sort it out. Pat's advice, that as a true pike, knows where to find the right people at the right price! And he is ok with being one, so no offence there;)) Today is the procession for Steve Lilleys funeral. I will be there with the shop staff and friends and family. Its raining a bit, but should improve so we don't do all of it in the rain.
Only 3 weeks now!! I am having difficulty sleeping, so many things dancing in my head; what I have to do there, what I have to do here, what I have to do in Portugal... No point thinking too much, every journey starts with the first step and every mountain can be climbed, 1 meter at a time!!
S
Only 3 weeks now!! I am having difficulty sleeping, so many things dancing in my head; what I have to do there, what I have to do here, what I have to do in Portugal... No point thinking too much, every journey starts with the first step and every mountain can be climbed, 1 meter at a time!!
S
Friday, 27 February 2009
My dear friends,
The time has come to say good-buy to the UK and it is fitting that, one we have a party (!) and two, you endure, once again and hopefully not for the last time(!!), me rumbling on about something!! I promised myself I was not going to make this too long and too smoochy...I failed! Better get the tissue box first!!
So, how do I summarise the last 8 years of my life? Putting it simply, they were the happiest times I have had so far. Because of you, your kindness, your welcoming ways, your humour and your incredible polite patience, listening to me seemingly in agreement with everything, but realistically just to polite to stop me! They were also the happiest because of the bikes and how I was able to fulfil my dreams, above all living and breathing my love affair with Triumph. And lets not forget my "little boat", the Barchetta, that has given me 7 years of happy motoring. The UK allowed me to be free. Free to speak, Free to travel, Free to help, Free to be me!! This is not the Land of Freedom, this is the "Mother" of that concept and because of it, it is no surprise a "freedom-child" like me fits in so nicely.
If Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away, then the measure of my life here is off the scale! I arrived on the 25th February 2001, the day Foot and Mouth was declared. In the midst of devastation and, without a doubt, a land mark in the History of Britain, after that event the Country was not to be the same again. The Country would never be the same after my arrival either, but fortunately for Tony Blair my impact was a more limited affair then Foot and Mouth disease!! The first year, in the company of little Rita, was a discovery of so many things, but mainly of myself and for the first time of real freedom. It was the year I got my first bike and my first TT of the Isle of Man! My biking life was starting in the best way possible. In fact, 2001 was a year full of blessings and luck, as if my Guardian Angel was catching up with me on a daily basis! I fired my self and half-hour later was offered a job! Now that doesn't happen everyday, does it?! Mark Proctor, you are a corner stone of my life here, without you this adventure would have been cut short and for that I can only be eternally grateful. You invited us to work for an organization with values of fairness and kindness employees can only dream of. The job was difficult, but you and Simon always took care of me, even when I was weak and going the wrong way.To be able to trust your boss and be supported is, once again, a blessing. I will never forget the people at the Willows Veterinary group and to all of you, thank you for your help and support. During that time I worked more directly with a group of inspectors that really took the brumpt of my "big" personality! Charlie, you are the professional any Vet wants to work with, because you know your stuff, but above all you are just a good soul, a good mate. You never gave up telling me jokes, even thought you knew that there was no chance I would ever understand them... I did laugh when you explained though!! I miss your humour, your spontaneity and I miss making you so scared driving at speed through the Cheshire lanes, dodging mud and ladies on horses!!! God bless you. Four years in Cheshire allowed me to experience the British Country Side at it's best. It is a beautiful part of the World, with the green fields and the wonderful hedges that my Dad loves so much! Being an Army man, with an obsession for order and neatness, the geometric shape of the landscape appeals to him no end. On a sunny day, from the top of Beeston Castle, seeing his face in awe of miles and miles of tidy landscape, was bliss! I'm not that keen on order, but he was in Even and that made me very happy!! In Cheshire I made many friends and I met someone that is like one of those solitary trees in a field, with low, wide branches, protecting and giving comfort to all forms of life. She has always been there, waiting, reassuringly waiting, for me to run under and avoid the burning Sun or the heavy rain. Barbara, if there is one person that has helped me through emotional ( and physical!) upheaval, it is you. The mug is always ready with my coffee and your arms are always there for the hug I need, the essence of a true friend. Thank you for being you, for making me feel better, for making me see the other side of things, for picking up the pieces of my mistakes. And for joining me in the adventure of biking (on a Triumph!!), its much better together!!
Since I arrived, seeing this amazing Country, all its Natural beauty, incredible History and Heritage, from Cathedrals to pre-historic stones, from industrial landscape to charming cottages, from the top of Snowdon to the tip of Cornwall, was a set goal and I have done my damn best to achieve it!
Traveling North, to the very top of Scotland, with Rita and Pedro, in a Motorhome we hire together was a fantastic trip, experiencing all forms of weather and all forms of landscape. Elgol beach, in the Isle of Skye, features in so many postcards and photography books for a reason. My advice? Do not miss the chance to go there and see it for yourselves!!
The Peak District and North Wales where regular destinations on the bike, specially with Kenny and Graham's group. Great people, with genuine goodness inside. The Cat and Fiddle, Porthmadog, Matlock Bath, Snowdonia, Buxton, Caernarfon. And Yorkshire, don't forget Yorkshire!! What a beautiful country this is!! And what great roads you have!!
From Cheshire I also travelled South, all the way to Portugal on a little bike, a journey that became a turning point in my life, a spiritual discovery, a sense of achievement that only those that experience serious hardship can comprehend. 1600 miles through one of the worst storms ever seen in West France and North Spain, me, the Bike and a determination to arrive home!!
That trip brought into my life a very important person, a person that truly opened the door for my happiness. And how have you done this Steve? By getting me out of a very bad place and showing me that life with some one that makes us feel special, listen to us and guides us through bad times, is so much better then by ourselves! You showed me the way and I was able to see Jochen was the ONE for me. Quite simple really. For that I will love you forever! And for all the miles we rode together, for the fun we had through Belgium motorways and doing Lands End - John O'Groats OUR WAY! For the NurburgRing... And the list goes on and on!! Without you, my life would be a lot poorer so you are not allowed to ever disappear! Yes, I am bossing you again, and you love it!!
Life in Cheshire finished with a Bike crash, a hike up Snowdon with my arm in a plaster and a Wedding! Well, it is me we are talking about, nothing is simple and when one thing happening should be enough, it never seems to go that way!
So starts the next stage of my British voyage, in comes 2005 with a new job at London Heathrow, the 1050 Speed Triple (in yellow!) and a great Summer to enjoy it. In comes Jack Lilley, a place I already knew and admired, but that quickly became my second home! Guys (and Natalie!) you are all amazing people, really friendly and fun. You have always taken such good care of me and my bikes, even now that I ride a Honda, you are still looking after me!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
This same year I visited for the first time a place that many dismiss simply as a Motorway Junction, Swindon! Honest, there are serious phenomenon in this Town, I have seen several, but the gem has to be Stan! A man that has ridden more miles then me and all my biking mates put together ( probably in just one of his bikes!!), that has more knowledge about bikes then humanely possible, but still is so humble his manners, a joy to be with and a true Master of what biking is all about. Stan, you are the MAN!! I gladly rode to Swindon twice a year to see you and I am sure I will come all the way from Germany with the NC30 for you to work your magic on it!
It was not just the bikes that got the Royal treatment, the Barchetta has also been lucky, for the majority of it's life has been in the hands of DTR SPORTS, simply the best when it comes to handling Latin temperamental, unpredictable, moody characters, and I am not just talking about the car here!!Paul, visiting your place is always a delight, seeing the beautiful restorations you do and talking endlessly about our passion, Italian Motorcars! I always looked forward to the MOT and annual service, as did the Barchetta, I am sure, so we simply cannot go by without you, hence our house and the NurburgRing await you!!
2005 was not just a fantastic year for me, it was where here and now began. Jochen "caught" me (literally!) on the 28th of August, with his camera while I was on my last lap of the NurburgRing. From that picture to today, on the eve of moving to Germany, it was all but a mere whiff in time. At least that's what it feels like!
With Jochen came a new family and, being the luckiest girl in the World, I not only got the greatest boyfriend ever (yes Daring, you are!), I also have been accepted into a wonderful Belgium family. I wish everyone could be as fortunate as me, now blessed with two fantastic Dads and, in an extraordinary twist of life, finding the Mum I always wanted and needed. I am very much looking forward to being with you all.
If Cheshire was the ephitomy of "Green and Pleasant Land", London is a Planet Earth experiment inside the M25! It is a privilege to live and work in a place where so many nationalities go about their business together and London Heathrow Airport is, in fact, more diverse then the whole of the United Nations building! I will miss that very much. I will miss seating next to Shazhad and learning about a tolerant Islam that should be much more visible so ignorance could vanish.
I will miss you desperately Miguel. You have been such a great friend for so many years, from the mad party nights in Lisbon and Vet school all the way to London, through good and bad times, a great teacher of LIFE. You have showed me how to face difficulties with a cool head, how to handle emotional turmoil, how to find that most precious of things, our inner balance. You are an extraordinary Human Being, protecting everyone around you and forgetting about yourself, so many times hurting and no one knows about it. I love you very much. I hope my replacement will give you less headaches then me, although, sometimes, I think you actually liked the utter madness I brought into the Office and into your life!
I suspect the Office will be a very quiet place after the 31th March...Hopefully the void created and the silence wont be so great to generate a vortex!! Thank you everyone for your help and support through these 4 years. And Julie, thank you for enduring my "magpie" attacks on the stationary cupboard so gracefully!
A very special thank you to the best boss ever, John Watkins. Thank you for giving me time and space to be able to help my family. You didn't have to, but you always went out of your way to make sure I was alright and had a place to come back to. Thank you for the guided visit to Bath and telling me what an "Ha-Ha" is, yet another fabulous, quirky English invention! You have a kind soul and working for you was a pleasure and an honour.
The last four years revolved almost entirely around bikes, traveling through the Continent, going to MOTOGP races, runs to the Ace Cafe, Pub meets and being RAT PACK Leader at Jack Lilleys. Lots of fun, laughter and companionship on an infinite succession of priceless moments of all the emotions we can experience in a life time. Shouting to Rossi how much I love him on the Finish straight of Le Mans, arriving in Portugal on a warm, sunny afternoon in exhilaration and crying so much on the way out... Leading 12 bikes to the NurburgRing and coming back with everyone in one piece, the epic endurance trip of 848 miles in 13 hours, getting lost trying to find the "Circuit du Mans" and ending up doing a lap of Le Mans with a nice Frenchmen!
All of it made extra fabulous because of the people I met along the way and that welcomed me into their lives. Thank you Pat for your guidance and training, sorry if I still haven't put everything into practice, but I have master the "U" turns thanks to you! Thank you Nick for being the "Shadow Minister" of the RAT PACK, doing everything to make my life easy, ensuring things I missed were sorted and all the trips went on smoothly. God only knows where I would be without you there! Thank you Simon and Carol and Trevor and Bob. Our travels together will continue, I will just have to meet you in Calais instead of St Peters Way, J11 of the M25 and Europe here we come!!
I spent these last four years in Sunningdale, a gorgeous little Village that I love so much, I convinced Jochen to call our home "Sunningdale House".
Sunningdale also guards a very special secret: Nadia! Beautiful, as beautiful as the clear, gorgeous night, with a blue sky carpeted with shining stars. Utterly stylish and petite, like a bijoux piece of Jewellery! However the real "gold" is not outside, its not Tiffany or Cartier, its her heart. Nadia, you understand me to the most minute detail, with an accuracy that still has me puzzled! And I know its not just me, everyone that is fortunate to deal with you, is a much happier person. You have that touch, like Princess Diana, of transforming our lives forever with your gentle demeanour. Thank you for transforming my life as well as my "armoire"!! Insha'allah we will continue our friendship for many years to come.
There are many more of you that will receive this letter and I have not mentioned, I am sorry... It is not because you are less important, no way, and I will not forget any of you ever!
As you can see, it is IMPOSSIBLE to exist without all of you in my life, so for the future I expect to be visiting the UK and be visited by the UK many times!!!
Germany is Germany (don't mention the War!), but the NurburgRing area is special, actually a little UK enclave in the Eiffel forest. Sunningdale House is a very happy house already, and I expected after the "Portuguese tornado" goes pass and some Frozenspeed pictures are added, it will be even better. Here is the address:
Sunningdale House, Muhlenhard Strasse 62, Herschbroich, 53 518.
I leave a better person, with this Country I love as much as Portugal, in my heart forever. I am also very, very thankful for all the experiences I had here that have made me into what I am today.
Do not get drag down with the news of "gloom and doom", the knife crime, the recession, the waiting lists, the bad Government Policies and all the rest!! You have been through 2 World Wars plus countless other encounters with the Enemies of Freedom and the Friends of Oppression and you always prevailed! You make this Country what it is, with your believes of Fairness and Humility, pass it on to the next generation and Great Britain will be as Great as it as always been!!
To all of you, a very big kiss!!
Sofia
XXX
The time has come to say good-buy to the UK and it is fitting that, one we have a party (!) and two, you endure, once again and hopefully not for the last time(!!), me rumbling on about something!! I promised myself I was not going to make this too long and too smoochy...I failed! Better get the tissue box first!!
So, how do I summarise the last 8 years of my life? Putting it simply, they were the happiest times I have had so far. Because of you, your kindness, your welcoming ways, your humour and your incredible polite patience, listening to me seemingly in agreement with everything, but realistically just to polite to stop me! They were also the happiest because of the bikes and how I was able to fulfil my dreams, above all living and breathing my love affair with Triumph. And lets not forget my "little boat", the Barchetta, that has given me 7 years of happy motoring. The UK allowed me to be free. Free to speak, Free to travel, Free to help, Free to be me!! This is not the Land of Freedom, this is the "Mother" of that concept and because of it, it is no surprise a "freedom-child" like me fits in so nicely.
If Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away, then the measure of my life here is off the scale! I arrived on the 25th February 2001, the day Foot and Mouth was declared. In the midst of devastation and, without a doubt, a land mark in the History of Britain, after that event the Country was not to be the same again. The Country would never be the same after my arrival either, but fortunately for Tony Blair my impact was a more limited affair then Foot and Mouth disease!! The first year, in the company of little Rita, was a discovery of so many things, but mainly of myself and for the first time of real freedom. It was the year I got my first bike and my first TT of the Isle of Man! My biking life was starting in the best way possible. In fact, 2001 was a year full of blessings and luck, as if my Guardian Angel was catching up with me on a daily basis! I fired my self and half-hour later was offered a job! Now that doesn't happen everyday, does it?! Mark Proctor, you are a corner stone of my life here, without you this adventure would have been cut short and for that I can only be eternally grateful. You invited us to work for an organization with values of fairness and kindness employees can only dream of. The job was difficult, but you and Simon always took care of me, even when I was weak and going the wrong way.To be able to trust your boss and be supported is, once again, a blessing. I will never forget the people at the Willows Veterinary group and to all of you, thank you for your help and support. During that time I worked more directly with a group of inspectors that really took the brumpt of my "big" personality! Charlie, you are the professional any Vet wants to work with, because you know your stuff, but above all you are just a good soul, a good mate. You never gave up telling me jokes, even thought you knew that there was no chance I would ever understand them... I did laugh when you explained though!! I miss your humour, your spontaneity and I miss making you so scared driving at speed through the Cheshire lanes, dodging mud and ladies on horses!!! God bless you. Four years in Cheshire allowed me to experience the British Country Side at it's best. It is a beautiful part of the World, with the green fields and the wonderful hedges that my Dad loves so much! Being an Army man, with an obsession for order and neatness, the geometric shape of the landscape appeals to him no end. On a sunny day, from the top of Beeston Castle, seeing his face in awe of miles and miles of tidy landscape, was bliss! I'm not that keen on order, but he was in Even and that made me very happy!! In Cheshire I made many friends and I met someone that is like one of those solitary trees in a field, with low, wide branches, protecting and giving comfort to all forms of life. She has always been there, waiting, reassuringly waiting, for me to run under and avoid the burning Sun or the heavy rain. Barbara, if there is one person that has helped me through emotional ( and physical!) upheaval, it is you. The mug is always ready with my coffee and your arms are always there for the hug I need, the essence of a true friend. Thank you for being you, for making me feel better, for making me see the other side of things, for picking up the pieces of my mistakes. And for joining me in the adventure of biking (on a Triumph!!), its much better together!!
Since I arrived, seeing this amazing Country, all its Natural beauty, incredible History and Heritage, from Cathedrals to pre-historic stones, from industrial landscape to charming cottages, from the top of Snowdon to the tip of Cornwall, was a set goal and I have done my damn best to achieve it!
Traveling North, to the very top of Scotland, with Rita and Pedro, in a Motorhome we hire together was a fantastic trip, experiencing all forms of weather and all forms of landscape. Elgol beach, in the Isle of Skye, features in so many postcards and photography books for a reason. My advice? Do not miss the chance to go there and see it for yourselves!!
The Peak District and North Wales where regular destinations on the bike, specially with Kenny and Graham's group. Great people, with genuine goodness inside. The Cat and Fiddle, Porthmadog, Matlock Bath, Snowdonia, Buxton, Caernarfon. And Yorkshire, don't forget Yorkshire!! What a beautiful country this is!! And what great roads you have!!
From Cheshire I also travelled South, all the way to Portugal on a little bike, a journey that became a turning point in my life, a spiritual discovery, a sense of achievement that only those that experience serious hardship can comprehend. 1600 miles through one of the worst storms ever seen in West France and North Spain, me, the Bike and a determination to arrive home!!
That trip brought into my life a very important person, a person that truly opened the door for my happiness. And how have you done this Steve? By getting me out of a very bad place and showing me that life with some one that makes us feel special, listen to us and guides us through bad times, is so much better then by ourselves! You showed me the way and I was able to see Jochen was the ONE for me. Quite simple really. For that I will love you forever! And for all the miles we rode together, for the fun we had through Belgium motorways and doing Lands End - John O'Groats OUR WAY! For the NurburgRing... And the list goes on and on!! Without you, my life would be a lot poorer so you are not allowed to ever disappear! Yes, I am bossing you again, and you love it!!
Life in Cheshire finished with a Bike crash, a hike up Snowdon with my arm in a plaster and a Wedding! Well, it is me we are talking about, nothing is simple and when one thing happening should be enough, it never seems to go that way!
So starts the next stage of my British voyage, in comes 2005 with a new job at London Heathrow, the 1050 Speed Triple (in yellow!) and a great Summer to enjoy it. In comes Jack Lilley, a place I already knew and admired, but that quickly became my second home! Guys (and Natalie!) you are all amazing people, really friendly and fun. You have always taken such good care of me and my bikes, even now that I ride a Honda, you are still looking after me!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
This same year I visited for the first time a place that many dismiss simply as a Motorway Junction, Swindon! Honest, there are serious phenomenon in this Town, I have seen several, but the gem has to be Stan! A man that has ridden more miles then me and all my biking mates put together ( probably in just one of his bikes!!), that has more knowledge about bikes then humanely possible, but still is so humble his manners, a joy to be with and a true Master of what biking is all about. Stan, you are the MAN!! I gladly rode to Swindon twice a year to see you and I am sure I will come all the way from Germany with the NC30 for you to work your magic on it!
It was not just the bikes that got the Royal treatment, the Barchetta has also been lucky, for the majority of it's life has been in the hands of DTR SPORTS, simply the best when it comes to handling Latin temperamental, unpredictable, moody characters, and I am not just talking about the car here!!Paul, visiting your place is always a delight, seeing the beautiful restorations you do and talking endlessly about our passion, Italian Motorcars! I always looked forward to the MOT and annual service, as did the Barchetta, I am sure, so we simply cannot go by without you, hence our house and the NurburgRing await you!!
2005 was not just a fantastic year for me, it was where here and now began. Jochen "caught" me (literally!) on the 28th of August, with his camera while I was on my last lap of the NurburgRing. From that picture to today, on the eve of moving to Germany, it was all but a mere whiff in time. At least that's what it feels like!
With Jochen came a new family and, being the luckiest girl in the World, I not only got the greatest boyfriend ever (yes Daring, you are!), I also have been accepted into a wonderful Belgium family. I wish everyone could be as fortunate as me, now blessed with two fantastic Dads and, in an extraordinary twist of life, finding the Mum I always wanted and needed. I am very much looking forward to being with you all.
If Cheshire was the ephitomy of "Green and Pleasant Land", London is a Planet Earth experiment inside the M25! It is a privilege to live and work in a place where so many nationalities go about their business together and London Heathrow Airport is, in fact, more diverse then the whole of the United Nations building! I will miss that very much. I will miss seating next to Shazhad and learning about a tolerant Islam that should be much more visible so ignorance could vanish.
I will miss you desperately Miguel. You have been such a great friend for so many years, from the mad party nights in Lisbon and Vet school all the way to London, through good and bad times, a great teacher of LIFE. You have showed me how to face difficulties with a cool head, how to handle emotional turmoil, how to find that most precious of things, our inner balance. You are an extraordinary Human Being, protecting everyone around you and forgetting about yourself, so many times hurting and no one knows about it. I love you very much. I hope my replacement will give you less headaches then me, although, sometimes, I think you actually liked the utter madness I brought into the Office and into your life!
I suspect the Office will be a very quiet place after the 31th March...Hopefully the void created and the silence wont be so great to generate a vortex!! Thank you everyone for your help and support through these 4 years. And Julie, thank you for enduring my "magpie" attacks on the stationary cupboard so gracefully!
A very special thank you to the best boss ever, John Watkins. Thank you for giving me time and space to be able to help my family. You didn't have to, but you always went out of your way to make sure I was alright and had a place to come back to. Thank you for the guided visit to Bath and telling me what an "Ha-Ha" is, yet another fabulous, quirky English invention! You have a kind soul and working for you was a pleasure and an honour.
The last four years revolved almost entirely around bikes, traveling through the Continent, going to MOTOGP races, runs to the Ace Cafe, Pub meets and being RAT PACK Leader at Jack Lilleys. Lots of fun, laughter and companionship on an infinite succession of priceless moments of all the emotions we can experience in a life time. Shouting to Rossi how much I love him on the Finish straight of Le Mans, arriving in Portugal on a warm, sunny afternoon in exhilaration and crying so much on the way out... Leading 12 bikes to the NurburgRing and coming back with everyone in one piece, the epic endurance trip of 848 miles in 13 hours, getting lost trying to find the "Circuit du Mans" and ending up doing a lap of Le Mans with a nice Frenchmen!
All of it made extra fabulous because of the people I met along the way and that welcomed me into their lives. Thank you Pat for your guidance and training, sorry if I still haven't put everything into practice, but I have master the "U" turns thanks to you! Thank you Nick for being the "Shadow Minister" of the RAT PACK, doing everything to make my life easy, ensuring things I missed were sorted and all the trips went on smoothly. God only knows where I would be without you there! Thank you Simon and Carol and Trevor and Bob. Our travels together will continue, I will just have to meet you in Calais instead of St Peters Way, J11 of the M25 and Europe here we come!!
I spent these last four years in Sunningdale, a gorgeous little Village that I love so much, I convinced Jochen to call our home "Sunningdale House".
Sunningdale also guards a very special secret: Nadia! Beautiful, as beautiful as the clear, gorgeous night, with a blue sky carpeted with shining stars. Utterly stylish and petite, like a bijoux piece of Jewellery! However the real "gold" is not outside, its not Tiffany or Cartier, its her heart. Nadia, you understand me to the most minute detail, with an accuracy that still has me puzzled! And I know its not just me, everyone that is fortunate to deal with you, is a much happier person. You have that touch, like Princess Diana, of transforming our lives forever with your gentle demeanour. Thank you for transforming my life as well as my "armoire"!! Insha'allah we will continue our friendship for many years to come.
There are many more of you that will receive this letter and I have not mentioned, I am sorry... It is not because you are less important, no way, and I will not forget any of you ever!
As you can see, it is IMPOSSIBLE to exist without all of you in my life, so for the future I expect to be visiting the UK and be visited by the UK many times!!!
Germany is Germany (don't mention the War!), but the NurburgRing area is special, actually a little UK enclave in the Eiffel forest. Sunningdale House is a very happy house already, and I expected after the "Portuguese tornado" goes pass and some Frozenspeed pictures are added, it will be even better. Here is the address:
Sunningdale House, Muhlenhard Strasse 62, Herschbroich, 53 518.
I leave a better person, with this Country I love as much as Portugal, in my heart forever. I am also very, very thankful for all the experiences I had here that have made me into what I am today.
Do not get drag down with the news of "gloom and doom", the knife crime, the recession, the waiting lists, the bad Government Policies and all the rest!! You have been through 2 World Wars plus countless other encounters with the Enemies of Freedom and the Friends of Oppression and you always prevailed! You make this Country what it is, with your believes of Fairness and Humility, pass it on to the next generation and Great Britain will be as Great as it as always been!!
To all of you, a very big kiss!!
Sofia
XXX
Monday, 23 February 2009
Chernobyl
http://www.elenafilatova.com/
This girl is without a doubt a great person. She and what she does is of immense relevance in the world today. In fact they are a critical wake up call to all of us. And she is a biker!
The reality she witness on her trips and that comes into our lives through her web site from the dead zone is much more important then any fake special effects film. I have been following her for a couple of years and admire her wisdom very much. I also admire her as a person immensely and really hope she is not silenced by powers that feel disturbed by her accuracy. Well done Elena!! You are 1 of the very special women our civilization has had the honour to have seen through its history.
This girl is without a doubt a great person. She and what she does is of immense relevance in the world today. In fact they are a critical wake up call to all of us. And she is a biker!
The reality she witness on her trips and that comes into our lives through her web site from the dead zone is much more important then any fake special effects film. I have been following her for a couple of years and admire her wisdom very much. I also admire her as a person immensely and really hope she is not silenced by powers that feel disturbed by her accuracy. Well done Elena!! You are 1 of the very special women our civilization has had the honour to have seen through its history.
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