As my dad picked me up from school today I heard a very interesting story on the radio. It was about a man in our city, that feeds the pigeons at the main square.
Avram is a an old man that for 10 years now has been feeding the pigeons every day. He comes 5-6 km by foot just to bring several bags with seeds for the birds. Some reporters very intrigued by his story and asked him about his life, and the purpose of his strange act. He said
Pigeons are kinder and warmer than people.
Whenever he comes in the square, hundreds of pigeons follow him, trying to find a royal place on his shoulders and if not, at least to get some seeds off the ground.
This man is at least interesting and his story caught my eye. The way people interact with animals is sometimes amazing. Avram said he will always come to bring food for the pigeons. Asked how is dealing with the cold weather outside and the snow the man simply replied:
Even on cold weather, the pigeons still need me.
Hello, lovelies, how’s your weekend so far? I have just been to the cinema with mom ( we watched Playing for Keeps. Basically it’s worth watching for Gerard Butler. ).
So, anyways, on our way back we stopped to my favourite library. I have a serious relationship with books, okay? I am in love with books and I would love to live in a library. I love watching books, reading books and buying books that I have no time to read because I have other books to read.
As I was searching for Proust and Stendhal I couldn’t help but hear a discussion between two girls next to me.
Now, whenever I am in a library, I am torn between the warm feel I get at seeing so many books, and the stupid people I hear talking. Those conversation are sometime so stupid they make me laugh, although my heart is slowly dying inside.
So here’s what I heard:
Heyy, gurl I keep seeing this novel, this umm.. Madame Bovary thing or something?
Oh, yeah. Heard it’s famous, I don’t know. Never read it.
Yeah, me neither. I bet it’s bad.
Of course, since no one has heard of it.
I fought a serious urge not to go and make a scene. But be proud of me: I could stand still.
Any stories about stupid people, that know nothing about anything? Please share and make me feel better.
This evening , according to the legend, St. Nicholaus is filling the shoes of all good children with sweets and fruits. As a child, thanks to my family, I strongly believed in magic, St. Nick and Santa Claus. Today, it’s a joy for me to buy sweets for my parents, wrap them up and put them in red stockings.
Even the city seems ready to celebrate this eve and all Christmas lights have been turned on. I am proud to say that my city has never looked better and the Christmas maket is absolutely gorgeous. I see parents everywhere caring presents and bags and strangely it just makes me happy. I feel like in sort of a movie. Not even the freezing cold outside can bother me anymore.
Our beautiful, beautiful Christmas market.
To sweeten my day, as a pre-gift for tonight I got a delicious cookie:
So this is our tradition. Every night on the 5th of December good kids receive sweets or fruits. Sometimes, to those really good children, St. Nick may even carry a toy or two.
How are traditions in other countries? It is the same or totally different? What do you do on this day?
I’m waiting for your answers. Love, Maria.
(Yap, these are our presents.)
Yesterday night I went to a high school prom. All around me I could see teenagers smoking, drinking, dancing. I was so bored the half of the party. I considered many times to call my dad to take me home, but my best friend wanted to stay.
Now, you have to understand that I hate crowds and that I am a little claustrophobic. A little more. So there I was in a crowd of hundreds of drunken teenagers, fearing for my life. ( not really, but…). Half the time I would look at everyone and judge all the kids there.
God, you are so stupid. I want to go home. What am I doing here? I shouldn’t be here. I want to stay on tumblr.
I couldn’t have a drink, because my stomach is a stupid fuck, so all i could drink was one Sprite. However, I am so glad I stayed.
Because the second half was amazing. A guy I adore sang and I got an autograph and a kiss and I was front row at the next band that performed.
A good start for a weekend, right? Stay tuned, and later I’ll come up with ideas how to spend a fun weekend 🙂