not prepared for..

globalization. today morning a pattern of globalization just punched me when I was waiting for my tram in a freezy weather.. there was an ad for a new cartoon movie from Disney and I just could not believe what I saw. I have the memory still in front of my eyes. The new movie is called 'The Princess and the Frog' and besides the fact that I cannot judge how the princess looks like I could see that our princess has black skin color. I understand that Disney is a brand entertaining people from all cornerns of the world and I don't even know why it came to be unusual for me to see that in a classic (or maybe it is not so classic?!) cartoon movie, distributed in the middle of Europe is a black princess. Since my childhood, all characters, in books of borthers Grimm, or even early Disney's movies, the princesses were white. I am asking myself whether it would be against law to do two similar movies, one with white skinned princess and the other one with black skinned princess. However I can imagine looking myself at a movie with black skinned princess and enjoying it pretty much, still in my mind, princesses are white. Not because I would be a racist, but because I live in the middle of Europe, our princesses were always white, fairytales don't contain black people (if I do not count gypsies), so it is just natural that my point of view for a black princess is a feeling in my heart telling me, that to see a cartoon movie from Disney where a main role plays black skinned princess is trully a product of nowadays globalized world.

everything goes..

wrong and well.. as always the presence is a constant fight between the past experiences and future expectations.. having this on mind you can always count on the fact that there will be something you did not take in consideration..

life is not a complete struggle but rather never ending story for our every day appeared questions..

back from raw tree jungle..

cold black watery kiss gave me the city of prague when i came back from beautiful raw tree jungle of romania.. plans we traveled there with were changed many times due growing population of bears.. seein' bears when you climb up a bit higher rock behind which you see forest glade with few trees and your head goes up just in a moment when a middle sized bear is walking behind one of those trees.. your first intention (as human meeting much more powerful animal) is to turn back and run away.. while running away your second thought is 'why the hell you did not take the picture for your future kids'.. once the evening is here and you sit in a comfortable chair with fireplace behind you, you think about the magic meeting of mythical animal freely moving in forest and how impressive footprint (bear footprint) it left in your soul..

the second time when you are much better prepared (with three big knifes behind your belt and fireplace rake in your hand) you walk up the saint mountain of madarasi hargita and what God prepared for you are three little bears crossing the road just in front of your eyes, the last one stood up on his legs, smelled the sweat full of fear and excitement of those people (one with knifes, the other one with fireplace rake) and decided to dont bother those two when somewhere his mother is having and eye on him.. God did not prepare us a meeting with his mother and we are just gratefully calm for that.. in such moments when we needed to 'give up' climbing up one of szekely's saint mountain and the regrets came just after we turned back and waived meeting another 'cute' bears..

that feeling of regrets went away when translated tales, narrates and 'facts' reached my ear and i could imagine bear attacking guy picking up mushrooms for the sake of protecting little bear, bears taking away cows like buying newspapers and putting them under your arm, bears falling down from a cherry tree, bears going for a cultural evening inbetween the szekelyudvarhely town garbage cans.

moments not spend in the forest were fulfilled with adrenalin of another type.. playing alhambra board game can put your blood pressure to unbelievable heights, eating delicious food made with love outside the house in foresty garden takes your heart and puts it on a place made of silk and warmth, laying in bed in pitch-black nights when the black clouds are passing by under the werewolfy shining moon, having book in your hand and swallowing words before tiredness will knock on your eyelids..

nothing else just pure magic experience, beautiful memories and peacefull time etched such memory into my heart