a fraud

July 4th, 2007

The Great GatsbyThis was a quick read. Starting sometime on an easy-going Saturday and finishing during a lazy Sunday morning. The language is as captivating for me as that of Waugh (and his prose is a pure delight for me to read!). And even though I find the very English Brideshead more captivating and closer to my own skin I think I saw for the first time the charm of the very American Long Island in Fitzgerald’s story.

I knew that with shutting of the covers, after finishing the last page I will not loose the feeling of sadness. Here is a story of a fraud. The great life-excuse: love, is not sufficient and the story does not end happily ever after. Here is a story of a solitary pursuit of a dream which vanishes upon closer inspection. The dream is too much of an illusion to survive the reality check. And the Great Gatsby sells his identity to become, or rather to pretend he is, someone who will win the prize. And hence the impossible choice: either he is not himself, he acts, and then cannot get close enough, real enough, to win and enjoy the prize. Or he stretches out his hand for the prize, but then he cannot keep his mask on and is disqualified. An impossible choice. A loose-loose situation.

What a privilege it is to be true to oneself.

F Scott Fitzgerald The Great Gatsby

difficulty in a video shop

June 18th, 2007

Ian, Madeleine, Rioja and StitlonWhen Ian and Madeleine came to visit last weekend we had lovely few days of relaxing, catching up and generally leaving the madly rushing world behind us. With a help of stilton and a wonderful bottle of Rioja (hand imported by Nick to the UK, then brought to Poland) we remembered things past. And in the mood of laziness we got a video out. And here was a small hic-up. We went to the video shop and were faced with the task of choosing a film. On top of the usual problem of having three people with six different views of what to watch between them, we also faced the problem of actually finding the films – of course they are listed under their translated titles. For Ian and Madeleine to be confused it is understandable. But I was confused too! I felt I didn’t know any of the titles. But in the tragedy of the situation there were moments of comedy, when one tried to reverse engineer translation of a given title.

flowers 24/7 … continued

June 14th, 2007

Kwiaciarnia Roza LogoSo last time I mentioned the 24/7 flower shop. I think I now know why it is open 24/7.

When Bella and I were going to my sister’s house for a dinner we thought we would stop there and buy some flowers. To give them justice they had a superb choice and let Bella choose the flowers for the bouquet, which made her very happy. And then the problem started. We handed the chosen flowers to be made into a bouquet … and we waited … and waited …. and waited.

pan1.jpgTrue, the result was beautiful, but it made us rather late for the dinner and it made our wallets significantly lighter. Advice given to us later by my sister was to phone in advance and order the flowers.

Indeed if it takes them so long to make the bouquets they better be open 24/7. But as they say, you cannot hurry artists.

windows and flowers

May 29th, 2007

So, I have lived in Poland for over a month now since my return from ‘exile’. I would like to offer you two, somewhat random, pieces of observational information.

1) a point of pride for any Polish housewife are clean windows. It must be said that they get dirty (and I mean really dirty) much quicker than was my experience in the UK (where it was sufficient to clean them once in 6 months). They provide a seemingly endless topic of conversation: the best way of cleaning them, best time of day. The shops have a great deal of gadgets for this – special cloths, chemicals etc.

Proudly I washed my windows for the first time today. Now I can also join in the discussion!

Zabka2) shop opening hours are different, and more diverse than in the UK. High St shops close at 2pm on Sat and are closed on Sun. Tesco is open 24/7. A great network of corner shops (Å»abka – ‘Frog’) is open from 6am – midnight. I am not sure about Big Shopping Centres, but I think they have long opening hours at the weekends.

And then a true surprise for me. There is a 24/7 flower shop. They sell just flowers and obviously are doing very well!

I think I must not be buying enough flowers as I have not seen the need for a 24/7 florist yet!