czwartek, 15 czerwca 2017

GAME OVER

Più diventiamo vecchi , più ci consola il pensiero che la vita comincia sempre quando festeggiamo compleanni a cifra tonda. Addirittura! Cosa avremmo fatto senza la povera speranza che nonostante (secondo me) somigli ad una donna sfasciata senza i denti, ci accompagna sempre nei momenti critici, tetri e inclementi?

Ne siamo attaccati sovente durante il percorso della vita. A volte l’abbiamo distrutta pure. Un’invenzione nostra che ci siamo regalati per far sembrare la vita meno dolorosa e meno ipocrita. Un regalino non necessariamente ben fatto, ma indispensabile. Tornando comunque al discorso della vecchiaia………


Cosi compi prima 30 anni, poi d’altronde in volata ne passano altri 10 , altri 20, altri 30 e in fin dei conti semplicemente MUORI!


Quindi tu... Sì, ti sto parlando caro lettore , sbrigati a realizzare i tuoi sogni perché altrimenti la tua esistenza non diventerà altro che un’opera incompiuta e sicuramente non a lieto fine.

Scrivo poiché per via della pigrizia ho smesso di fare una delle poche cose che rende il mio cervello più attivo e stimolato. Diciamo che ne ho proprio un grande bisogno adesso dopo aver superato la soglia di 30 anni esattamente da due settimane. Come mi sento? Non lo so ….Direi UGUALE! Ok magari tra le cose che ho avvertito recentemente sono : qualche ruga di più, un altro capello bianco, i primi segni dell’osteoporosi e il nervosismo innalzato al livello oltre gli schemi dell’immaginazione umana.


TO BE CONTINUED....

piątek, 16 grudnia 2016

Cara Budapest

Ciao cara Budapest,

Ti ho lasciato piu' di due settimane fa dopo aver fatto i conti col passato. Come tutto (un giorno o l'altro) e' destinato a finire anche la nostra relazione ha creato una sorta di voragine tra di noi che tanto adesso ci separa.

Non so cosa dirti...Non so nemmeno perche' ti scrivo in italiano....Ma io sempre pensavo che tu fossi una sconosciuta. Sempre quando passeggiavo per le tue vie, avevo quest'impressione, d'altronde di un impatto forte, di essere a Roma. Invece c'eri tu a mostrarmi tutti gli aspetti brutti della vita. Mi hai incoraggiato tu a costruire uno scudo fatto completamente d'acciaio.

Ma sai...Io l'ho lasciato a casa tua, ebbene non mi sembrava una delle cose piu' importanti da portare con me a Cracovia. Me ne volevo sbarazzare. Desideravo togliermi questo peso di dosso e cosi l'ho fatto. Comunque ti vorrei ringraziare e lo faccio con tutto il mio cuore.



czwartek, 27 października 2016

Tiziana


We met Tiziana at la Playa di Catania. She is in her 50ties or she is just reaching her 50ties or she is not well maintained.

Once we get into the car we realize it has been broken and unfortunately all of the plans of  going to Taormina get buried in the sand of la Playa di Catania which is a 2nd class quality replacement.

We get on the bus and an old man speaks to me in Sicilian about the government, about how nobody cares about Sicily, about how much support do the immigrants get while an ordinary Sicilian citizen gets just nothing but a punch in the face. How wonderful it is to go to London where everyone is free , free from judgments , free of sights that surround you with the first step you make on the Sicilian land.And about how much he actually dreams of going to Argentina.

Once we get off the bus we meet Tiziana or technically she makes acquaintance with us. She tries to coax us into going to some kind of party discoteca style as obviously it's her job.

Tiziana asks us if we would like to have an Italian man and tells us about her life and 2 kids she has and laughs , laughs hardly about everything and from what is transparent to my eyes laughs to forget about the problems.

We meet her again when heading off to the bus stop that is full of trashes and looks as if there was hardly any bus passing by. I always joke it's like in Africa (Sicilians say that to) , but i had to pay for this joke by being kicked out from fbook by a girl I met in Iceland. In this world I think one has to be ironic. I can be ironic about Poland too. The reality is how it is. How we did get here it's another discussion.

Tiziana is now with her husband who holds a beer can and is very loud. There are two French tourists next to us asking me for directions. While my friend takes this picture :


niedziela, 7 sierpnia 2016

La Russa



I meet La Russa at b&b, where I'm staying. She is in her 50ties but I gauge she might even have surpassed the limit of being 55. Nevertheless I would never ask her about age as it's a rather perplex and inappropriate topic. She speaks both languages, that is, English and Italian at a broken level.

In contrary to me she is more sociable and although her Italian is much worse than mine, she is not afraid to practice and to speak it, while to me it is almost a drag to say something so imperfect I would rather keep my mouth shut. Indeed I'm very very wrong.

I assume la Russa is a well off entrepreneur back in her homeland, thus she can allow herself  'a vacation' in Sicily 3-4 times a year with a duration of 2 months each. She is divorced and has a daughter who is just as  passionate about Italy as her but somehow she got married to her countryman.

She always wears a gaudy red lipstick and changes her personality drastically once switching to Russian (and since it's a Slavic language just as Polish I can understand quite much). I can't say we got along because I barely know her, but we were hanging out once.

It is my last day in Palermo and I decide to go and hunt for some souvenirs with her (la Russa) since Palermo da sola still seems to be a bit pericoloso to me. She recounts me stories about her amore. Her amore is 50 something I couldn't get what was his job but I started wondering why she has to stay at b&b instead of living with him especially that mind you we went trough the whole city to find suitable pairs of socks for him.

Amore, he likes when I go shopping for him but he is very demanding so a simple pair of socks won't satisfy him. I would like to buy him also a decent pair of shoes but I cannot do it without his approval - she enters every shoe shop and collects pictures of the assortment to show them later on to amore ,so that he could choose his favorite pair.

Without judging anyone I just hope I won't end up like this, but since some people are afraid to be alone they are ready for many sacrifices. However I don't like this kind of approach as it continues labeling Slavic girls in the Italian world as either prostitutes , badante(s) summarizing as obedient chicks, who will do everything to make the man happy not wanting anything in change for themselves, which is a pity because they deserve the best.

We also go to the Ballaro's market where we order a portion of sardines that brings to my stomach nothing but a subsequent contamination and the next day enhanced by the insupportable heat my condition gets just worse, so I'm kind of forced to sightsee the Italian capital at full throttle.

I forgot to say  goodbye to la Russa and I feel sort of bad about it, because le voglio bene lo stesso (I wish her well regardless)



wtorek, 5 lipca 2016

People of Palermo - l'attore


I have never met l'attore. Not yet, not this time, maybe I will never get hold of him.
But I happened to get to know his birthplace(Palermo) and some of the people that apparently saw him in town once, twice or more frequently.

Living in Sicily is a bit like living in Iceland and I don't mean only some particular landscapes by that. If I'm now to elaborate I would say that we can underscore ties between the people and a simple fact that islands are rather small so at the end either all of the people are connected to each other or they simply know each other : childhood friends, common friends etc.

L'attore is reaching his 40ties. He is not a classically handsome man but he definitely has his charm that he had inherited from his mother and the rumor has it that she is indisputably beautiful.
Let's start from scratch. You shall get familiar by now with the character of il traduttore. It happened that his father used to be in a relationship with the mother of l'attore. Imagine he is watching the family albums full of  photos to bump into that special one documenting their relationship. That's how it had gone. I'm speaking of il traduttore mind you :)

L'attore actually comes to Palermo very often, even though he settled (not yet down) in Rome.
Even though I threw a coin into Fontana Di Trevi, the fate did not let me come across him.

The very next day I met a dj (no pun intended). He in contrary used to be in relationship with l'attore's sister.

Let's hope the next time I will be in Sicily I will meet l'attore in person not from the stories told by Palermitians.


Cheers.




poniedziałek, 4 lipca 2016

People of Palermo il traduttore



Il traduttore is 32 years old and celebrates his birthday one week after me. We have in common : the same zodiac sign and couple of other things, which at the end might be rather a lethal combination.

Diminutive of a medium height, wearing something earring alike or stud alike God only knows what was the metal thing tagged to his ear.

We meet 4th of June its Saturday as far as I remember. I'm sitting at the stairs of the statue at Piazza Bologni waiting for him. We take a long walk around the city, discovering it's beauty. There is a scent of the sea coming from the port levitating and mixing up with the air making the hit more bearable.
It's the best fragrance ever...The smell of the sea. How I missed that.

The more we talk the more resemblances we discover about each other. Since we get along he takes me to Poggioreale (the place I have described in the previous post). On the way back i rest my head on the car seat and fall asleep immediately just to be woken up in Palermo.

We meet again the day after to go to see L'Etna and climb up to the craters together with his friends that are amusing and have a specific kind of humor oscillating from irony to even offenses.  They vested on me a responsibility of choosing the CD as the IPOD lost the connection. Once pondered we insert Carmen Consoli's disc inside. La signora del quinto piano is now the background for our trip :



La signora del quinto piano                                  The lady from the fifth floor
                ha un pitone in salotto                                           She has a python in her living room
un guardiano fidato.                                              a trustworthy guard.
Il suo ex è ogni sera davanti al portone                Her ex is there every night in front of her door.
con un martello in mano.                                      with a hammer in his hand
Non v'è ragione alcuna                                         There is no reason
di aver paura                                                         To have fear
di aver paura                                                         To have fear
questa è una conclusione                                      This is the conclusion
dei funzionari della questura.                               of the police officers.

Bizarre ....In fact this song overtly speaks about women that are stalked by their exes so topic is rather important, but mind you you are having your vacation in a sunny Sicily and you are kind of forced to listen to this tremendous, profound lyrics.

We arrived. It's foggy and we decide to drink something before climbing. The view is amazing I feel as if I was brought back to Iceland. I still wonder why Marco Mengoni had to shoot his video "Ti ho voluto bene veramente" there whilst you can find exactly the same places in Sicily, i guess it would be even cheaper.

On the way back we are sliding down from the  hill. Finding through the rocks ladybirds.
We arrive in Catania and impossible happens. A Polish girl is guiding people of Palermo through the city! Yes it was my second time, so I could show off a little bit in front of Palermitians with my knowledge of Catania.

The usual after- meal visit to the toilet finishes with me destroying the flush. Luckily I got away with the murder.

We see each other almost everyday and I have an opportunity to learn more about Palermo that an ordinary tourist. Examples? 800 A - it's basically a swearing that would be understandable only in Palermo but I think I will avoid explaining  its inner sense so deem it as your  homework dear reader.

The last day was about to be the best one as I stuffed myself with tagliatelle con gamberi e pistacchi di Bronte (the best thing ever - if you will be ever go to Palermo please visit this restaurant - Osteria Ballaro)...ah maledetto Ballaro - I got food poisoned my very last day eating sardines at the market of Ballaro - dear tourist please add it to the 10 things absolutely not to do once in Palermo.


And I had to go and wave to the traduttore from the bus. Yes the same tradutore that did not know how to translate muratore to English. Shit happens even to the greatest ones.


That was the traduttore remaing always a bit aloof  and restrained and maybe conservative, but the tradutorre is a good person.

Cheers








niedziela, 19 czerwca 2016

IL SICILIANO

Poggioreale is a province of Trapani that was destroyed by a massive earthquake in 1968. Instead of being rebuilt after the tragic event the city was moved to a zone nearby most likely as it had been considered a safer spot at that time.

One of the few places in the world,where time stopped running and everything remains unchanged. The uniquitous silence hits you from everywhere, lurking around every corner. Only from time to time  it's being distorted by a former Poggioreale citizen coming back to recount tragedic event to the little ones. As it happened the other day when I was discovering secrets and misteries of former inhabitants of Poggioreale. Old books, commercials, everday life objects. This place seems to make a perfect enviroment for movie directors and in fact several scenes from movies like Malena, L'uomo delle stelle, Il Cinema paradiso were shot there.

As we are walking to reach the car and go back to Palermo a strange voice crops up from nowehere.

API (bees) - this is enough to convince me that I'm in danger, hence I start running to avoid being stung by a bee.

The strange voice now appears to be a man in his 70ties. He wears a red polo and speaks in a sicilian dialect that for me unfortunately is almost incomprehensibile. Maybe I mange to get hold of every second word as he yapps away continuously. Basically I'm nothing but eavesdropping on their conversation and sometimes  I pretend not to understand the dialouge even if I do. I do appreciate a compliment of being gauged as 22 year old girl, while facing my 29th birthday. Those little innocent lies...

As we continue walking Poggioreale loses it charm of being dabbed one of the most deserted places ever due to newly-wed couple on their honeymon. For circa 10 minutes I don't know anymore which language to speak. She was trying to discover the story of her Italian grandmother spurting single words in Italian with an amazingly strong American accent( which I find very cute not that my accent  is any better as to say) to be able to communicate with il siciliano. In the meantime I have no idea how to translate 'muratore' to English. Neither me nor il 'traduttore giurato' friend was able to solve the riddle. I belive it had put us in a little embarassing situation. In the end we manage to escape the awkwardness but still followed by il siciliano who defiantly persuades us to join him for a coffe or a glass of wine. Adding up to this embarassement I try to get into his car by mistake.

For security reasons I belive we had to skip the hospITALI(A)TY of il siciliano.














środa, 15 czerwca 2016

PEOPLE OF PALERMO - IL BARONE



Everyday he stands there in front of his villa that has been renovated from his own funds. He is an inseparable element of Palermo's cityskape. He is tall , wearing a grayish jacket while his hair all covered in white. Nevertheless there is this fresh energy that he emits. The time has definitely stopped for him with the era of first mobile phones.

In fact as for an extremely rich person he carries rather an out fashioned cell phone in his pocket. Every now and then he whips it out  as it rings.

He welcomes tourists and encourages them to enter inside, probably in order to be admired for the effort he had put in to give a new life to the old, destroyed villa.

He approaches me and lifts my chin asking where is this beauty from. Scrutinizing me as if he was conducting researches about human race.

You have  Greek features - he underlines
Basically she looks like one of us - Mediterranean I would say - my friend chimes in
Anyway I'm Polish - i respond with a smudge of shame as I blush

Ahh Polish people are sophisticated. A wonderful nation indeed - his affirmation slowly evolves into a question.

Why don't you stay here and find an Italian boyfriend? Before I manage to spit any answer out of me whatsoever he turns to my friend and handovers a detailed instruction and rules of courtship to him.
The situation is more than awkward. He does nothing but nodding.

You can't simply contradict un personaggio cosi'.






środa, 11 listopada 2015

Le mie avventure siciliane

Ever since I watched " Johnny Stecchino" I' had been dreaming of going to Palermo...And finally that dream came true.


As always I planned the whole trip on my own. Buying tickets, looking for hostels , asking Italian people for advice ,directions and so on.

During our one week stay we  managed to see Catania, Siracusa and Palermo. Well basically as a matter of fact we went trought the whole Sicily as well, but I will get back to that later on.


Our trip starts. It's Monday morning. We basically woke up in the middle of the night to get to the airport right on time.  Gloomy weather, raining cats and dogs but just in a little bit more than 3 hours we are going to encounter summer once again. I couldn't be more happy about going back to Italy ...now when I kinda speak also the language in a decent way.


It's 11 o' clock we have landed. It's really warm, not scorchingly hot though. We are taking  the bus from the airport to the centre of Catania ,where we are going to check into a hostel, leave our stuff and without losing time discover the best of what Sicily can offer us.  We are welcomed by the owner of the hostel , who explains everything in  Italian to me. I sort of feel sorry for my lovely friend, who is not able to chime in.

"Remember whenever you get lost in the city, just ask. But try to avoid asking women for directions maybe. They are not as helpful as men" he said.

Well I decided to stick to this spot on advice, provided by our wonderf host.

Ar first we went to see the famous La Playa di Catania with a view to the volcano L'Etna. Certainly I was stopped by an Italian guy, who tried to kiss me. I don't know whats wrong with some of them but it seems that they fall in love in an instant and they also fall out of love in an istant. Actually they should start selling this as a product/tour/ service - Love in an instant. Sounds pretty cool like instant food for desperate people.

It's time to eat ....However my friend is vegan, so with a little help of some application, we found a place serving vegan dishes. In Catania Via Etnea is one of the main streets. Starting from number 1 to I don't remember correctly now maybe something around 1000. We are at the number 200 something and the restaurant mind you is located on Via Etnea 780....


Can we take a bus please? - I asked.
No , no we can walk otherwise we will get lost and I'm really hungry - Ola replies.
But c'mon the bus goes always straight through the whole Via Etnea.... I suggested
No , no we can walk it's not so far.

It was far... Approximately 40 minutes of walking and later on I get to know that it was revenge pointed at me for hurrying her up when we arrived.

The food was delicious though, just for the record, hence my anger had dissolved into thin air.


In the evening we went around and in result we ended up in a house party with bunch of artists , who own a marionette theatre .  I had an ultimate chance to serve as translator to my lovely companion, thus I was torn between half Spanish half Italian guy talking to me and literally mixing both languages (f.e Monika voglio preguntarti...) and Italian man telling me to translate his wise words to my friend every single minute. That long evening turned to be a long long night , as we came to the hostel in the morning.

It's Tuesday.
Hangover, tiredness. It's hot... There mosquitos everywhere... I can literally hear them and I can also feel them and see them on my skin.
We depart. We arrive in Siracusa. There is a friend I met two years ago over the internet and since I was going to Sicily anyway as a typical Italian man , he proposed to help us with whatever he could. He picked us up from the bus station and took to Ortigia, where we spent the whole day sightseeing , eating , buying souvenirs, visitng museums and just relaxing in the sun. He promised to come back in the evening and drive us  back to Catania since it was already too late to catch the last bus. He arrived a bit late and parked his car very far , so we had to walk for 20 minutes and then out of the blue she just panicked. She started running ahead without any notice. Simply like that. I looked at him and I didn't know what to say other than - Wait I'm going to check whats wrong.

Ola what are you doing? You know we can't stay here, we have to go back to Catania.
I'm not going anywhere, he is going to murder us....

Well in the end we got on the car and we safely arrived to Catania and nobody murdered us :)

Another day.
Finally Palermo! My dream is coming true. It's beautiful , it's charming but messy. For instance we take the bus from the station to arrive at the hostel and I can't see the names of the stops....I guess it takes time to get accustomed to this disorganised reality. No pedestrian crossings...I feel as if I was in Morocco again.

 After all you always get tired and have to stop to charge your stomachs with food. While we are looking for a right restaurant I can see lemons being thown at us....Launched at us as if they were missiles. If one of them had reached us I bet I would have been taken to the hospital
We pop in a store, where we buy wine for the evening. There is a terrace in the hostel, so we are planning to go upstairs right there and marvel at the view with a little dosage of wine. Well once we get there, we realise we do not posses an opener. We are trying to open it with every tool around available in the room. In effect I broke  the key to the hostel in Catania.....


 Please let's go to the neighbours and ask if they have an opener - she says.

We went there I spoke up. I asked for the opener. The guy tried to open the wine himself but unfortunately the cork was so devastated that it stopped being a potential solution.

Girls, just take this opener with you and try on your own to open it - he yapped away.

As you can predict, it did not work. We had to go back to the neighbours knock on their door again and ask for tools needed to perform a wine opening operation. These tools are : sieve, knife and jar.

I felt kind of crazy asking neighbours for those things, but I guess we were really desperate to drink that wine in particular.

When we finally managed to open the wine (at the end Ola pushed the cork inside using her mascara), we started heading off to the terrace, but to our dismay the door happened to be closed.
I called the owner and asked him kindly if he could come back and just simply open the door for us. He agreed and he came. Nevetheless I thought he would simply come open the door and go away. No....And how could I immagine such improbable scenario? It's Italy!!!!

I'm waking up during the night. It's almost 4 am. I was dreaming that L'Etna has errupted. Uff it was just a nightmare. Hell no there is plenty of water all over the room. Thunder outside and firm wind pushing me back inside when I'm trying to close the balcony's door. Scene just like from Titanic. Trees falling down , red alarm in the whole country and Ola is sleeping like a baby. Again we are still alive thanks God.

Time to go back to Catania arrived finally ( our host had to wait for us since we broke the key). After a long day of constant sightseeing we are awaiting the train.

It's late (but it's Italy so its normal it would be abnormal the other way round). It arrived ,we get on and are waiting until it departs, but half an hour has passed and we haven't moved a single centimetre ahead. Nobody says anything, just when some passengers are asking what's happening , the conductor is informing us that the previous train has derailed, hence this one is not able to reach Catania. He also mentiones that people going therein should change the train for the one to Messina and then wait for the bus to come. Once we are on the train to Messina somebody says we should go back to the previous train...We departed...Nobody knows where on earth we are going. Stormy weather, thunder, rain....We are still clueless. There is a party  on a train. Italian people trying to chat me up since I do speak their language. Will we get to Catania? and when.....Roads are clossed and apparently we had to go through the whole Sicilly to get back. 10 hours of travelling....10 hours of stress of drivers mistaking the way. Thanks to trenitalia trip around Sicily costed us only 12 euro!  Trip full of adventures, unexpected things happening.

One of the best trips of my life!






































wtorek, 11 sierpnia 2015

Prague

If I only had more days off and more money I would rather wander around this globe incessantly. Unfortunately the reality is a bit different ...But just a little bit though,
Not to whine about thereof more let me mention you another little trip I have embarked on two weeks ago. To detach myself from this overwhelming, hectic city, which Budapest indisputably is I went to Prague. Since I come from the north of Poland I don't usually go home every now and then for two major reasons. First of all as I have pointed out in the previous sentence is too far and the trip itself overtly strenuous and second of all I'm a bit selfish yes I do admit I'm selfish in a sense I would rather go and explore new places than coming back home to a place, which I do love but also know kinda perfectly. Not to get off track...

I went to Prague only for the weekend... But getting there took me like 11 hours by train (normally it takes 6 - don't freak out). Let me explain you why the trip on that marvelous train (NOT)took so much of my time. I reckon the train, which departs everyday around 8 is a night train and once it crosses the border with Slovakia it just stops for 3 hours. And you are like with 5 other people in the compartment *2nd class sans couchettes* with absolutely no space even to try to sleep properly. The downside of such travelling is that basically I turned into a paralitico over the night !


We (me and my Spanish companion) arrived in Prague early in the morning when probably most of you were moving to the other side of the bed after having painted the town red. Streets empty and you probably know by now stories of me getting lost around the world! I rock at it, simply the best etc. I was kind of lucky though because I understand Czech language so eventually we found out our hostel (after 3 hours of roaming around *awaits applause*)

Prague is definitely beautiful and has it charm, but I would never expect the prices to be that damn high. Never in my wildest dreams I would think of being charged for life music *60 czk without being informed beforehand. That's rude - don't do that people of Prague. Cmon we all know you are abundant with the number of tourists receiving each day. Don't be too greedy. Haven't you heard it's a sin?

I felt there as if I had returned home for a little bit. Similar language , food , culture, architecture. Yes I miss you Poland but let me get this straight until December Prague was a very fancy and sophisticated (temporary) replacement.

Now I'm getting ready for my summer belated holiday that will take place in October - Sicily - my long awaited dream!!! Stay tuned for more!