here was the last party in belgrade....we were trying to recruit the two fellows on the left to budapest
23.12.05
21.12.05
english allergies
So now i am back in england trying to sort out medical issues.
The scab has not gone away so we went back to the vet to investigate the situation. It has been decided that this is most likely being provoked by an allergic reaction to something....what that something is will be hopefully determined in 3 weeks by allergy testing. In the mean time however, the horrid collar must remain attached!!! as you can see it greatly restricts jumping and leaping abilities, thus it inhibits my lifestyle and infringes on my daily movements and routines.
What was funny was trying to find out why when this problem occured in france, it was cured immediately by one little shot, and here in england it has been an ongoing open sore for 2 months. So in an effort to solve this enigma, i telephoned back to the vet in paris....who put me on hold while looking for the records....at which point the english doctor started muttering about certain countries where people dont know how to use computers and are still living in the ancient times of cards and filed documents. When the woman in france finally gave the name of the medicine, the english doctor admitted that it would probably make the scab go away rapidly.....but it is illegal in england to administer such medicine without lengthy analysis. So we have to wait three weeks, make the tests, and THEN get the magic medicine.....i am not even going to mention the price of all of this, it is simply to depressing to even think about.
I really do wonder what is the point in living here. Serbia seems the height of civilisation by comparision. not even the sausages are as good here! sometimes they are even contaminated with wierd mad cows diseases!
The scab has not gone away so we went back to the vet to investigate the situation. It has been decided that this is most likely being provoked by an allergic reaction to something....what that something is will be hopefully determined in 3 weeks by allergy testing. In the mean time however, the horrid collar must remain attached!!! as you can see it greatly restricts jumping and leaping abilities, thus it inhibits my lifestyle and infringes on my daily movements and routines.
What was funny was trying to find out why when this problem occured in france, it was cured immediately by one little shot, and here in england it has been an ongoing open sore for 2 months. So in an effort to solve this enigma, i telephoned back to the vet in paris....who put me on hold while looking for the records....at which point the english doctor started muttering about certain countries where people dont know how to use computers and are still living in the ancient times of cards and filed documents. When the woman in france finally gave the name of the medicine, the english doctor admitted that it would probably make the scab go away rapidly.....but it is illegal in england to administer such medicine without lengthy analysis. So we have to wait three weeks, make the tests, and THEN get the magic medicine.....i am not even going to mention the price of all of this, it is simply to depressing to even think about.
I really do wonder what is the point in living here. Serbia seems the height of civilisation by comparision. not even the sausages are as good here! sometimes they are even contaminated with wierd mad cows diseases!
20.12.05
from buda to ferihegy
Slept 10 hours. It was the first time in over a week i had had anything like real sleep. Masha and i decided we needed to continue our post serbian recovery by heading to szechenyi for the thermal baths. That was soooooo niiiiiiiiiccccccceeeeeee..............
Once we finally managed to pull ourselves away from the hot water, we went to meet ferenc and mashas friend ksenia for lunch at the pizza place next to ceu. It is nearing the holiday season so everyone is coming and going: ferenc just got back yesterday from leipzig, gabor arrives tonight from london, masha is off tommarrow to moscow, bogdan was sorting our his ticket to bucharest......we are all mobile, even by disturbing standards.
After lunch we sorted out the books we had dragged back from belgrade and went for wine with marton.....but then it started to get late and i had to ask marton to call me a cab for the aeroport, which is where i am now sitting trying to pass the time before my bloody flight....they have remonted and reopened ferihegy 1, which when i lived here used to be for cargo flights only. Now it serves all the ghetto airlines, or in other words the ones i fly, so i guess i will have to start to get used to the place. It doesnt look too bad, but it isnt much better than luton.
It is, however, nicer than beauvais, but as i have already noted in these pages, there is nothing worse than beauvais....
Once we finally managed to pull ourselves away from the hot water, we went to meet ferenc and mashas friend ksenia for lunch at the pizza place next to ceu. It is nearing the holiday season so everyone is coming and going: ferenc just got back yesterday from leipzig, gabor arrives tonight from london, masha is off tommarrow to moscow, bogdan was sorting our his ticket to bucharest......we are all mobile, even by disturbing standards.
After lunch we sorted out the books we had dragged back from belgrade and went for wine with marton.....but then it started to get late and i had to ask marton to call me a cab for the aeroport, which is where i am now sitting trying to pass the time before my bloody flight....they have remonted and reopened ferihegy 1, which when i lived here used to be for cargo flights only. Now it serves all the ghetto airlines, or in other words the ones i fly, so i guess i will have to start to get used to the place. It doesnt look too bad, but it isnt much better than luton.
It is, however, nicer than beauvais, but as i have already noted in these pages, there is nothing worse than beauvais....
budapest
I got the train back to buda with the gang minus vlado who had to stay in serbia for his family’s slava, that uniquely serbian form of guest torture. We started out on the second class wagon (logically as we had second class tickets) but the heating system was broken down, so the 3 boys put masha and i up to using our serbian skills to get moved to the first class wagon, which was warm and nearly empty anyway.
We talked the 7 hours from belgrade to buda, except volodia who sat quietly. I had always assumed that he just took no interest in earthly affairs, but it seems i was wrong in my assumptions. At one pôint marton and balazs launched into some complicated and lengthy chat in hungarian which masha and i couldnt follow so we started to gossip in russian about boys and our personal lives, but at a certain point i looked over to see volodia had ceased his meditations and was listening very attentively to our bimbo conversation. He was not even trying to be discreet he was litterally hanging off the edge of his seat straining to catch every detail....we were shocked, it had just never occured to either of us that he was interested in anything other than karamzin and 19th century historiography. So i guess we learned something!
When we got back to buda, masha and i headed for ceu so i could download stuff off JSTOR, which i printed out on markos account, and then we moved on to menza, our favourite lunch/ dinner stop. I dont know any other place to get a decent meal for 850 forints. We then moved on to simina and bogdan’s house (where vlado lives as well, when he is not in belgrade) bogdan is a surprisingly good cook, so he insisted on feeding us some of his specialities, despite the fact that we had both just eaten and had no room left. But we drank champagne and smoked cheap romanian parliament’s and gossiped. I think i talked to simina more that night than during the whole year we were together on MA, but at a certain point she stood up and announced that she had to go to bucharest in 10 minutes....so she got up and left.....
Drained by our serbian zurka, masha and i headed off to bed.
We talked the 7 hours from belgrade to buda, except volodia who sat quietly. I had always assumed that he just took no interest in earthly affairs, but it seems i was wrong in my assumptions. At one pôint marton and balazs launched into some complicated and lengthy chat in hungarian which masha and i couldnt follow so we started to gossip in russian about boys and our personal lives, but at a certain point i looked over to see volodia had ceased his meditations and was listening very attentively to our bimbo conversation. He was not even trying to be discreet he was litterally hanging off the edge of his seat straining to catch every detail....we were shocked, it had just never occured to either of us that he was interested in anything other than karamzin and 19th century historiography. So i guess we learned something!
When we got back to buda, masha and i headed for ceu so i could download stuff off JSTOR, which i printed out on markos account, and then we moved on to menza, our favourite lunch/ dinner stop. I dont know any other place to get a decent meal for 850 forints. We then moved on to simina and bogdan’s house (where vlado lives as well, when he is not in belgrade) bogdan is a surprisingly good cook, so he insisted on feeding us some of his specialities, despite the fact that we had both just eaten and had no room left. But we drank champagne and smoked cheap romanian parliament’s and gossiped. I think i talked to simina more that night than during the whole year we were together on MA, but at a certain point she stood up and announced that she had to go to bucharest in 10 minutes....so she got up and left.....
Drained by our serbian zurka, masha and i headed off to bed.
19.12.05
beograd 2
I have spent the past several days in belgrade with an eclectic crew from ceu: volodia, nash pravoslavni sveshenik, marton, our lost hungarian intellectual, balazs the genius, vlado the serbian stallion/balkanski spion and of course masha. it was really good to see these guys again. it has been over a year, which is a long time
We spent alot of time on department things: meeting members of various feuding serbian institutes such as the institute for modern history and the institute for modern serbian history, two separate institutes which co-exist on the same floor of the same building but do not work together or share a coffee maker! The ultimate sign of balkan non cooperation! So we met people from both institutes, just on different days. The routine is always the same: you come in , the welcome you and some girl wearing the seemingly same outfit in every company disappears only to emerge again a few minutes later with a kitschy tray of serbian coffee and sugar. So then you are compelled to drink the coffee and just have to sit and pray that rakija will not follow, since they are a lethal combination when together. Each talk lasted several hours. Some were somewhat useful, but alot of the would be intellectuals seemed closer to jader apparachiks than to scholars. Many seemed happy to sit in their unchallenging jobs, getting small but livable saleries and not asking any questions. Endless meetings with provincial lords ruling over unremonted fiefdoms.
masha and i also made the obligatory inspection of all belgrade bookshops. fortunately they are all located along the one main shopping street. i think this is the 3 or 4 th time we have made these rounds together in belgrade over the last 4 years, so it has become something of a tradition. even thought i had/ have no money whatsoever, i still ended up buying a whole pile of books. there is a new one out buy a serbian writer who was living in moscow. the book is called deca putina and it looks really interesting, as it is about our generation... so of course i bought it even though it is in no way connected to my research...then i spent more money buying books which are in fact connected....and so on...the usual story.
belgrade looks the same as always, but they are opening some new shops and things seem better than when they were at their absolute worst a few years ago...so we can hope that those times are gone for good.
vlados flat is amazing and we spent some good times hanging out and gossiping (and having psuedo intellectual conversations as well i suppose) his baka is amazing and does all the cooking. she lives in a flat just accross the yard, and she calls every morning to see what vlado wants to eat for dinner. then she brings it over at the exact time he specifies. she kept trying to overfeed me and masha. she told me that 'izgladas kao da imas 16 a ne 20 godine" i didnt bother to tell her that i am well over 20 years old....i didnt want to shock her too much (at that moment she was still reeling in horror from my confession that i do not eat meat!) but now i feel like i have eaten so much over the past few days that i have a stock for one month...which is just as well...
We spent alot of time on department things: meeting members of various feuding serbian institutes such as the institute for modern history and the institute for modern serbian history, two separate institutes which co-exist on the same floor of the same building but do not work together or share a coffee maker! The ultimate sign of balkan non cooperation! So we met people from both institutes, just on different days. The routine is always the same: you come in , the welcome you and some girl wearing the seemingly same outfit in every company disappears only to emerge again a few minutes later with a kitschy tray of serbian coffee and sugar. So then you are compelled to drink the coffee and just have to sit and pray that rakija will not follow, since they are a lethal combination when together. Each talk lasted several hours. Some were somewhat useful, but alot of the would be intellectuals seemed closer to jader apparachiks than to scholars. Many seemed happy to sit in their unchallenging jobs, getting small but livable saleries and not asking any questions. Endless meetings with provincial lords ruling over unremonted fiefdoms.
masha and i also made the obligatory inspection of all belgrade bookshops. fortunately they are all located along the one main shopping street. i think this is the 3 or 4 th time we have made these rounds together in belgrade over the last 4 years, so it has become something of a tradition. even thought i had/ have no money whatsoever, i still ended up buying a whole pile of books. there is a new one out buy a serbian writer who was living in moscow. the book is called deca putina and it looks really interesting, as it is about our generation... so of course i bought it even though it is in no way connected to my research...then i spent more money buying books which are in fact connected....and so on...the usual story.
belgrade looks the same as always, but they are opening some new shops and things seem better than when they were at their absolute worst a few years ago...so we can hope that those times are gone for good.
vlados flat is amazing and we spent some good times hanging out and gossiping (and having psuedo intellectual conversations as well i suppose) his baka is amazing and does all the cooking. she lives in a flat just accross the yard, and she calls every morning to see what vlado wants to eat for dinner. then she brings it over at the exact time he specifies. she kept trying to overfeed me and masha. she told me that 'izgladas kao da imas 16 a ne 20 godine" i didnt bother to tell her that i am well over 20 years old....i didnt want to shock her too much (at that moment she was still reeling in horror from my confession that i do not eat meat!) but now i feel like i have eaten so much over the past few days that i have a stock for one month...which is just as well...
17.12.05
Kraj srpske bajke
Spent the last night trying to recruit serbian BA students for the MA programme at CEU. Exactly how i got stuck up on a platform to promote this venture is a bit of a mystery to me, as i am not even a CEU student, but what the hell....
It was the typical balkan deal: a room of students, of whom only 2 were female.....we presented the programme and then there were a lot of questions all along the same lines: “i am interested in social anthropology, can i study that at CEU?” or “i am interested in liberalism, can i do that?” but i think we managed to pursuade a few of them to apply. One guy even seemed really good, and there was another one that was more or less alright.
After the propaganda session, we moved on to an invite only party in a bizarre ....place....
You walk into what appears to be a normal flat block in the centre of belgrade. On the second floor is a sign indicating the “serbian yachting club” you have to prevent yourself from asking out loud why a country with no coast line would have a yachting club. So instead, you knock on the door (in some special way?) inside is what looks to have once been an amazingly cool flat which has now been converted into some odd combination of flat/ jazz lounge/ bar/ old boys club. It was extremely odd. The company is strictly controlled. There are parties once or twice every week, and smaller ones spontaneously. In order to know when the party is, and what will be the theme/gig, selected people get a circular email informing them about it. The rest of the time, no one knows what is going on in the place.
the music was alright and the people where beautiful so i felt underdressed, not having been warned as to the situation. But i enjoyed the free wine and the sight seeing.
The only problem is i have been on parties and bars and clubs every night and i need to sleep. I am so exhausted that my mind is barely functioning and i am in danger of turning into an automan.
It was the typical balkan deal: a room of students, of whom only 2 were female.....we presented the programme and then there were a lot of questions all along the same lines: “i am interested in social anthropology, can i study that at CEU?” or “i am interested in liberalism, can i do that?” but i think we managed to pursuade a few of them to apply. One guy even seemed really good, and there was another one that was more or less alright.
After the propaganda session, we moved on to an invite only party in a bizarre ....place....
You walk into what appears to be a normal flat block in the centre of belgrade. On the second floor is a sign indicating the “serbian yachting club” you have to prevent yourself from asking out loud why a country with no coast line would have a yachting club. So instead, you knock on the door (in some special way?) inside is what looks to have once been an amazingly cool flat which has now been converted into some odd combination of flat/ jazz lounge/ bar/ old boys club. It was extremely odd. The company is strictly controlled. There are parties once or twice every week, and smaller ones spontaneously. In order to know when the party is, and what will be the theme/gig, selected people get a circular email informing them about it. The rest of the time, no one knows what is going on in the place.
the music was alright and the people where beautiful so i felt underdressed, not having been warned as to the situation. But i enjoyed the free wine and the sight seeing.
The only problem is i have been on parties and bars and clubs every night and i need to sleep. I am so exhausted that my mind is barely functioning and i am in danger of turning into an automan.
15.12.05
zagreb
catching up time. i challenged marko to a sudoku competition and i am pleased to report that i won every round. i finnally left him the book of puzzles since i could see the early stages of sudoku addiction forming in his mind.
we had lunch at his parents place. this has been the week of overeating...
i also caught up with zeljka and toni and i finnally got to meet their son who is now 8 months old. i ran into a shop near trg jelacica to buy a presant for the kid, which turned out to be a good move as he loved it and kept pressing all the buttons on it (they all made different horrible sounds)
zagreb is in christmas mode, everything is decorated and shiny looking. they are making concerts everynight in the trg, although most of them are pretty bad covers of bijele dugme and the like. but then zagreb is the provinces......
we had lunch at his parents place. this has been the week of overeating...
i also caught up with zeljka and toni and i finnally got to meet their son who is now 8 months old. i ran into a shop near trg jelacica to buy a presant for the kid, which turned out to be a good move as he loved it and kept pressing all the buttons on it (they all made different horrible sounds)
zagreb is in christmas mode, everything is decorated and shiny looking. they are making concerts everynight in the trg, although most of them are pretty bad covers of bijele dugme and the like. but then zagreb is the provinces......
11.12.05
sunday evening in budapest
am sitting in an cafe in pest that has FREE internet, unlike the ones in england....masha is next to me writing an email to ferenc, who is in germany;; lucky him
so in response to public demand, i am includding my beautiful foto, as jeronimo requested. and as lemurana noted, i am in my usual relaxed state, next to the heater!
saturday
11:30: Horrendously busy. I have to do a pile of shopping, meet with one of my students and giver her her corrected paper back, then get markos bloodly lamp at habitat, buy my bus tickets....agh!
16:30 Luton:
So i am amazed to notice that luton airport has undergone a stint of evro remont. The last time i was here, last february, the place looked little better than beauvais, and nothing, really nothing, is worse than beauvais. So i was happy to see that luton at least has a sushi bar with wifi access. Some vague glimmer of civilisation.
The place still attracts the most ghetto tourists in the uk though. Overweight, pasty faced yobs off to spain. I dont know how the spanish can tolerate all these types, they are pretty horrendous. And they all got on the plane with bottles of beer stuffed in their pockets. Ugh.
23:30 Budapest
it is good to be back. I arrived at mashas and like two idiots, we started smoking cigarrettes....and comparing our bibliographies! Then, remembering that it is after all Saturday night and we are young and supposed to be adventursome, we decided to go to a bar/lounge....but there was a large group of hungarians making a party and it was loud and completely absurd, so we made a quick retreat.
16:30 Luton:
So i am amazed to notice that luton airport has undergone a stint of evro remont. The last time i was here, last february, the place looked little better than beauvais, and nothing, really nothing, is worse than beauvais. So i was happy to see that luton at least has a sushi bar with wifi access. Some vague glimmer of civilisation.
The place still attracts the most ghetto tourists in the uk though. Overweight, pasty faced yobs off to spain. I dont know how the spanish can tolerate all these types, they are pretty horrendous. And they all got on the plane with bottles of beer stuffed in their pockets. Ugh.
23:30 Budapest
it is good to be back. I arrived at mashas and like two idiots, we started smoking cigarrettes....and comparing our bibliographies! Then, remembering that it is after all Saturday night and we are young and supposed to be adventursome, we decided to go to a bar/lounge....but there was a large group of hungarians making a party and it was loud and completely absurd, so we made a quick retreat.
friday
Last day of term both at uni and at work. I got a new contrac for the coming term, so i am back to work with more hours and more pay on 9 January....although i have a paper to write before then! In the afternoon i ran around and tried to get one million necessary things done. Then in the evening we had the official treachers pianka, paid for by the boss. The food was really good for england. The whole thing would have been 22 pounds plus alcohol if i had had to actually pay for it myself. I had gnocchi with sun dried tomates, followed by vegetarian lasagne and a chocolate cheesecake for dessert. I could barely walk home i was so stuffed and drunk (there was about one bottle of wine per person, and i did pretty well consuming the one placed next to me) i talked to tom (a collegue) about his art (he is a struggling artist) and to vani (another collegue) about her parents arranged marriage.....but i am really jealous as she is off to india via jordan on Sunday!!!i wish i were going as well!
thursday
Had the big meeting with my supervisor about my paper...but actually she didnt say that much about it! She did however tell me where i can but coffee and vegeta in london....useful stuff. Then i had the great last dinner with gabor. He is returning to hungary on the 19th, so our biweekly dinners in stolovaia are sadly at their end. Kati is here in london as well so she came along as well. We went to our favourite indian place at kings cross and enjoyed stuffing our faces to the tunes of bollywood kitsch. There was one really great video on the indian mtv that had this indian couple trying to find each other in moscow. They run all over chisti prudi and tverskaia and novi arbat and even ask the militsia for directions (and mysteriously font get their documents checked, despite being indians) kati updated me on all the latest hungarian gossip...and the romanian reign of terror that hs been established since i left. Perhaps i should consider myself lucky that i left when i did, but then i still would prefer to live in budapest, romanians or not.
8.12.05
the week's end
too much has happened in one week. it is the last one of the term and i just want it to be over...i had a meeting with my boss, because i really need to increase the number of hours i am working in order to live normally. i asked for a full time contract, which is apparently impossible since i am not accredited, but it looks like we might reach a compromise, in which case the number of minimum hours i am gauranteed will go up to a more livable amount. i should have the answer within a week, so fingers crossed...
i got a second supervisor as well. we met on tuesday. she claims to specialise in suicide, a jolly topic! she is very much in the same model as my first supervisor...
and in addition, i now have 30 books to read and a paper to write by some time in january...good thing i dont have any holiday plans (other than sitting in front of the computer, obviously)
it is thursday. i just got the "feedback" from my supervisor on my paper...and i am now hanging out in the lab waiting for gabor and kati to go for dinner- indian at kings cross!
one more day to get through and the week/term will be done
thank god
i got a second supervisor as well. we met on tuesday. she claims to specialise in suicide, a jolly topic! she is very much in the same model as my first supervisor...
and in addition, i now have 30 books to read and a paper to write by some time in january...good thing i dont have any holiday plans (other than sitting in front of the computer, obviously)
it is thursday. i just got the "feedback" from my supervisor on my paper...and i am now hanging out in the lab waiting for gabor and kati to go for dinner- indian at kings cross!
one more day to get through and the week/term will be done
thank god
5.12.05
sorry guys
4.12.05
3.12.05
piles of books
i have three books to read before my meeting with my supervisor on tuesday...meanwhile some heavy drinking has been taking place and my liver is protesting...
i went to my first formal cambridge university dinner last night....and i had to wear a black trousers suit thanks to the damages wrecked by a certain furry creature on the skirts that were formerly in my wardrobe...
the dinner itself was pretty bizarre. the richer colleges have them several times a week, the less rich ones only once a week or biweekly. even if you are a member of the college you have to apply in advance to attend a particular dinner, especially if it is a big important one. they are all formal, which means that members of the college normally wear their gowns and everyone else has to wear dress up clothes. that said, somewhat to my surprise, i noticed that formal ethnic dress was not only acceptable, but fashionalbe...so there were a few guys running around in kilts, and a group of african scholars were wearing their traditional clothes. i talked to them for awhile and learned that they were from a certain state with a particularly notorious leader whom they were joking (i think...or i thought) about overthrowing.....i asked if i could be minister of east european affairs in their new government....
then i got talking to ian who told about growing up in egypt and libiya and losing one of his best mates to .....rabies!
then i talked to a woman whose dream in life was to be....a minister....
so all in all it was a pretty odd assortment of peoples. the meal was, well, as well-done as traditional english food gets. (blob of meat, blob of vegetables) but i waas pretty impressed that they had a lot of variety for people with various dietary needs (vegetarian, gluton free, diabetic and so on)
there were about 80 people in total, including one 5 year old african child who was incredibly well behaved and consequently treated like a princess. she didnt even complain about the endless, overly clever speeches given by members of the college....(lots of rhyming phrases and would be witty puns)
well what can i say, it was a free dinner
fotos of the dinner to follow
i went to my first formal cambridge university dinner last night....and i had to wear a black trousers suit thanks to the damages wrecked by a certain furry creature on the skirts that were formerly in my wardrobe...
the dinner itself was pretty bizarre. the richer colleges have them several times a week, the less rich ones only once a week or biweekly. even if you are a member of the college you have to apply in advance to attend a particular dinner, especially if it is a big important one. they are all formal, which means that members of the college normally wear their gowns and everyone else has to wear dress up clothes. that said, somewhat to my surprise, i noticed that formal ethnic dress was not only acceptable, but fashionalbe...so there were a few guys running around in kilts, and a group of african scholars were wearing their traditional clothes. i talked to them for awhile and learned that they were from a certain state with a particularly notorious leader whom they were joking (i think...or i thought) about overthrowing.....i asked if i could be minister of east european affairs in their new government....
then i got talking to ian who told about growing up in egypt and libiya and losing one of his best mates to .....rabies!
then i talked to a woman whose dream in life was to be....a minister....
so all in all it was a pretty odd assortment of peoples. the meal was, well, as well-done as traditional english food gets. (blob of meat, blob of vegetables) but i waas pretty impressed that they had a lot of variety for people with various dietary needs (vegetarian, gluton free, diabetic and so on)
there were about 80 people in total, including one 5 year old african child who was incredibly well behaved and consequently treated like a princess. she didnt even complain about the endless, overly clever speeches given by members of the college....(lots of rhyming phrases and would be witty puns)
well what can i say, it was a free dinner
fotos of the dinner to follow
29.11.05
shestov and confusion
i had a lecture yesterday on the supposedly great russian think lev shestov. i understood NOTHING. furthermore i somehow managed to pass the Russian state exam for post-grads in the subject of 20th century russian thought without ever hearing of this guy. i might add i got a 5 on the exam, which is the highest mark....so i find it a bit confusing that here i was sitting in london, unable to follow a lecture about a russian guy that my classmates (british, american and filipina) all seemed to get....and how was it that i hadnt read it before the professor wondered in surprise?
after the lecture, still confused, i met igor for coffee. i soon felt better as it emerged that he had got through aspirantura without hearing of the guy either! so we reached the conclusion that this was one of those russians-for-the-west.....that is the only explanation i can think of...
i gave igor my copy of день счастья завтра, i realise that he would never stoop to reading such female junk at home, but sometimes one misses reading russian...
afterwards i went to the library, where i couldnt find what i was looking for, so i ended up doing romanian homework instead. then i met gabor and we went for food....and gossip of course....
after the lecture, still confused, i met igor for coffee. i soon felt better as it emerged that he had got through aspirantura without hearing of the guy either! so we reached the conclusion that this was one of those russians-for-the-west.....that is the only explanation i can think of...
i gave igor my copy of день счастья завтра, i realise that he would never stoop to reading such female junk at home, but sometimes one misses reading russian...
afterwards i went to the library, where i couldnt find what i was looking for, so i ended up doing romanian homework instead. then i met gabor and we went for food....and gossip of course....
27.11.05
translations
i have spent weekend translating the CV and biography of a 93 rapper from french to english...then i got stuck translating some abstracts of a south african cambridge professor from english to french. they are for some french literary journal, so i have tried to make them as opaque as possible in the hopes that they will not actually read, but just appeciated for their opaqueness.
here is a sample:
Quoique les films Jean de Florette et Manon des sources (1986) fussent très applaudis par la critique, L’eau des collines, le livre de deux tomes, sur lequel les films sont basés, a attiré très peu d’attention. Ces articles-ci réparent une lacune dans le corps de la littérature existante en faisant l’analyse des représentations négligées du mal banal et du mal méphistophélique qui constituent une grande partie de l’intrigue de L’eau des collines. Les articles examinent aussi les aspects religieux qu’on trouve à coté du sujet du mal et qui fournissent en part l’antidote contre ce mal. Ces idées sont considérées dans le contexte de l’avis de Pagnol à propos du rôle du christianisme dans la vie.
here is a sample:
Quoique les films Jean de Florette et Manon des sources (1986) fussent très applaudis par la critique, L’eau des collines, le livre de deux tomes, sur lequel les films sont basés, a attiré très peu d’attention. Ces articles-ci réparent une lacune dans le corps de la littérature existante en faisant l’analyse des représentations négligées du mal banal et du mal méphistophélique qui constituent une grande partie de l’intrigue de L’eau des collines. Les articles examinent aussi les aspects religieux qu’on trouve à coté du sujet du mal et qui fournissent en part l’antidote contre ce mal. Ces idées sont considérées dans le contexte de l’avis de Pagnol à propos du rôle du christianisme dans la vie.
25.11.05
i've been busy
i have the feeling that i am running all over the place to get things done...but somehow not getting everything done.
i just realised it is friday. the past week went something like: lecture on smisl lubvi, drinks with igor, drinks with gabor, no drinks with razvan (he is even busier than i am and his 30 minutes of free time did not corespond with mine), i worked every single day and corrected endless essays, ran around to the computer centre, did 3 hours of paid testing for the psychology department, drinks with the slovak/czech/hungarian/swiss cambridge girls, two translations, one from english to french for a south african professor, one from french to english for a neuftrois rapper, tried to finish a 20 page paper, arguement with the cat who will not stop scratching, 6 job applications, P46 form to sort out my taxes, got invited to 2 formal dinners in cambridge but i have nothing to wear since the cat put my best two outfits in her used litter box.....agghhh
and i have to be at work in 40 minutes......
i just realised it is friday. the past week went something like: lecture on smisl lubvi, drinks with igor, drinks with gabor, no drinks with razvan (he is even busier than i am and his 30 minutes of free time did not corespond with mine), i worked every single day and corrected endless essays, ran around to the computer centre, did 3 hours of paid testing for the psychology department, drinks with the slovak/czech/hungarian/swiss cambridge girls, two translations, one from english to french for a south african professor, one from french to english for a neuftrois rapper, tried to finish a 20 page paper, arguement with the cat who will not stop scratching, 6 job applications, P46 form to sort out my taxes, got invited to 2 formal dinners in cambridge but i have nothing to wear since the cat put my best two outfits in her used litter box.....agghhh
and i have to be at work in 40 minutes......
22.11.05
london...
spent all yesterday running around london trying to get a few things accomplished....but no luck, inevitably every office i went to was closed due to "staff shortages" "lunch" or "staff illness" how is it possible for every office to be closed all the time? i have yet to figure out when the good time is to surprise these people ...the most annoying thing is that i knew in several of the cases that there were in fact poeple in the offices...i could hear them talking! this would be a normal lazy employee tactic in moscow, but i am surprised it is relevant here to in england! i thought this place was supposed to be more developped!
i can leave in 7 months!
i can leave in 7 months!
18.11.05
harsh english reality
back to work....i spent the whole day running....i managed to get to work and then run to the train station in order to get to some place near the london bridge where i had a job interview....i couldnt believe it. they offered me the job (to be a market researcher, which is pretty cool) on the condition that I WORK FOR FREE fOR THE FIRST THREE MONTHS! i couldnt believe this. this is almost an insult, or at least so i thought, until i consulted my new neighbour paul. paul is my consultant on obscure aspects of british culture and university life. he claimed that this was all normal, that companies know there are zillions of eager graduates out there willing to work....even for free....
i am disappointed though since the job looked really interesting and i could have made a lot of useful connections.....but i need to eat at the same time, dont i?
after this i headed for a pub near the uni for a round of drinks with razvan....we talked about moldova, hot spot that it is!
after that i met gabor near the british museum and we stuffed ourselves on "cheap" indian food....and talked about romanian grammer (another hot topic)
i am now in a cafe and listening to the conversations around me (the ones that are in languages i understand that is) there is a group of cambridge kids next to me...
"so are you going to be able to go back to iran?"
"right, well my father has connections in high places, so i imagine things shall work out"
"oh right isnt that handy"
the "iranian' appears about as dark as i am and is in designer clothes....but then, arent they all?
i am disappointed though since the job looked really interesting and i could have made a lot of useful connections.....but i need to eat at the same time, dont i?
after this i headed for a pub near the uni for a round of drinks with razvan....we talked about moldova, hot spot that it is!
after that i met gabor near the british museum and we stuffed ourselves on "cheap" indian food....and talked about romanian grammer (another hot topic)
i am now in a cafe and listening to the conversations around me (the ones that are in languages i understand that is) there is a group of cambridge kids next to me...
"so are you going to be able to go back to iran?"
"right, well my father has connections in high places, so i imagine things shall work out"
"oh right isnt that handy"
the "iranian' appears about as dark as i am and is in designer clothes....but then, arent they all?
16.11.05
foto incompetance
these bloody english take forever to do anything...i put in my film today, but one of the rolls will not be ready for TEN WORKING DAYS! all this just because the film was black and white! in france that is an overnight! i dont get it!
so in the meantile here are some fotos lifted from jeronimo!
lisboã
four days in lisbon where i had not been in four years.
the european union resembles the soviet union in the sense that the supposed wealthy centres somehow seem worse of than the supposed poorer periphery. georgians and uzbeks always somehow seemed to live better than the guys up in moscow, even though the latter was supposedly the capital and centre. in the same way, it is odd how the living standards in athens or lisbon seem higher than in london or dublin....of course i guess part of this is the climate, it is just easier to be happy in a place that has sun than it is under the constant northern drizzle. but i think it also has to do with the wealthier countries fucked up price structure and badly distributed wealth. my friends in lisbon have nicer homes and half my income....hmmmm
so lemurana and nuno picked me up at the aeroport.
i arrived in porto aeroport actually which seems and incredible waste of space....the place was completely empty both coming and going. i dont think i have even seen such an empty public space before....fotos to follow....
nuno then drove us to lisbon. during the next few days i ate entirely too much and enjoyed the climate. the last day was beautiful, sunny, and warm. i was walking about in a short sleeve shirt with a light sweater on top....and then i arrived back at stansted where it was a nice 5 degrees and raining (of course!)
a big thanks to lemurana for her hospitality and a big hello to janet, nuno and jeronimo!
the european union resembles the soviet union in the sense that the supposed wealthy centres somehow seem worse of than the supposed poorer periphery. georgians and uzbeks always somehow seemed to live better than the guys up in moscow, even though the latter was supposedly the capital and centre. in the same way, it is odd how the living standards in athens or lisbon seem higher than in london or dublin....of course i guess part of this is the climate, it is just easier to be happy in a place that has sun than it is under the constant northern drizzle. but i think it also has to do with the wealthier countries fucked up price structure and badly distributed wealth. my friends in lisbon have nicer homes and half my income....hmmmm
so lemurana and nuno picked me up at the aeroport.
i arrived in porto aeroport actually which seems and incredible waste of space....the place was completely empty both coming and going. i dont think i have even seen such an empty public space before....fotos to follow....
nuno then drove us to lisbon. during the next few days i ate entirely too much and enjoyed the climate. the last day was beautiful, sunny, and warm. i was walking about in a short sleeve shirt with a light sweater on top....and then i arrived back at stansted where it was a nice 5 degrees and raining (of course!)
a big thanks to lemurana for her hospitality and a big hello to janet, nuno and jeronimo!
13.11.05
tribute to stansted
there are so many fragments of latinate languages that i wonder if the arabs were not right to preserve their holy language at the expense of the venacular. I strain and my brain gets muddled as some kid is speaking to me in portuguese and the girl seated next to me tries to answer in italian....since i had just failed to make myself understood to the kid in french....the kid is walking around with her bear and whe wants to seat him between us but the bear is big and so is our luggage....in the end we accommodate the bear for a lack of an apporopriate means of refusing.
there is an FCUK in stansted to my surprise so i kill some minutes in there...but i havent got enough cash on me to do serious damage. stansted is way better than luton or beauvais (but then what could be worse than beauvais?)
the plane is stuffed with the predicatable portuguese gastarbeiters combined with plump british girls going on holiday with their pudgy punk dandies. at least half of the british guys pull a beer out of the jackets as the sit down on the plane....they then get progressively louded throughout the flight, as do the children of whom there are far too many....one of the little english brats wont stop howling and i have a fantasy of chucking him out the window....
there is an FCUK in stansted to my surprise so i kill some minutes in there...but i havent got enough cash on me to do serious damage. stansted is way better than luton or beauvais (but then what could be worse than beauvais?)
the plane is stuffed with the predicatable portuguese gastarbeiters combined with plump british girls going on holiday with their pudgy punk dandies. at least half of the british guys pull a beer out of the jackets as the sit down on the plane....they then get progressively louded throughout the flight, as do the children of whom there are far too many....one of the little english brats wont stop howling and i have a fantasy of chucking him out the window....
12.11.05
academic parties
yesterday had coffee with razvan and then headed to a party given by my supervisor>>>the best thing i can stay is that there was a lot of alcohol and it was pretty good...the people on the other hand were abit strange. the majority seemed incapable of talking about anything besides their research topic....so i found myself listening to a guy talk about some odd jewish community in poland and crimea who speak a turkic language and dont mix with ashkenazim>> as there are only 40 such jews left, this seems to be a hot topic, or at least a well funded one>>>>
the funny thing was that guy who was enlightening me on minority jewish groups turned out to have don his MA at......CEU>>>>there seems to be a mafia of us!
i am off to the airport
the funny thing was that guy who was enlightening me on minority jewish groups turned out to have don his MA at......CEU>>>>there seems to be a mafia of us!
i am off to the airport
10.11.05
i have been busy
It has been an odd few days
I will try to be cronological:
Sunday:
sadly, i had to take my dad to the aeroport, which means i have to start doing my own cooking again ....such is life...
Then i met razvan for some comiserating about the difficult lives of underfunded students...since he is romanian, he is only allowed to work legally 20 hours per week, on campus. So he has the thrilling task of reshelving books in the science library, and even this barely pays him enough to live on...but it is that or nothing at all...having compared our sad financial situations, we moved on to ceu gossip....and inexhaustible source of conversation!
Next i trotted over to the british library to meet oliver garyachi estonski paren! I hadnt seen the guy since march when i ran into him in tallinn, but he had to come on business to london, and so...there he was!
The amazing thing was that he got to stay for the duration of his trip in one of the most expensive hotels in london! He works for hilton, so he got a huge suite in one of their most expensive areas!!!i couldnt believe it, i mean this is OLIVER, the guy who didnt bother handing in his graduation thesis!!! Slightly over one year after NOT graduating, he is staying 5 star hotels in major capitals! Life sometimes does not seem fair. But then again, he was generous, i got to stay Sunday night i the hotel too. In the evening we walked all around london, and went to canary warf, which looks like a london la defense, and was equally empty on a Sunday night as i imagine la defense would be!
After our tour we went back to the hotel and plopped ourselves in the bar/lounge where oliver gets a 50% discount.....
Monday:
Massive buffet breakfast at hilton.
I then tried to go to the university to plead for funding, but that got me no where...as usual...so i left the uni and went back to the british museum where oliver was wandering around egyptian statues...we then walked to the national gallery, which is huge....
In the evening we met gabor for drinks near the british library (gabor’s home basically) and exchanged ceu gossip...for the second time in as many days....
Tuesday:
I had to go to work, and oliver wandered around, having spent the night on my couch...we then made a tour of the areas pubs....and exchanged ceu gossip, despite him claiming that men dont gossip....
Wednesday:Oliver hopped the train for stansted to get a flight to amsterdam...i went to work....just as i was leaving work in the afternoon, i got an sms from him, already pubbing in holland....and i went home to clean!
I will try to be cronological:
Sunday:
sadly, i had to take my dad to the aeroport, which means i have to start doing my own cooking again ....such is life...
Then i met razvan for some comiserating about the difficult lives of underfunded students...since he is romanian, he is only allowed to work legally 20 hours per week, on campus. So he has the thrilling task of reshelving books in the science library, and even this barely pays him enough to live on...but it is that or nothing at all...having compared our sad financial situations, we moved on to ceu gossip....and inexhaustible source of conversation!
Next i trotted over to the british library to meet oliver garyachi estonski paren! I hadnt seen the guy since march when i ran into him in tallinn, but he had to come on business to london, and so...there he was!
The amazing thing was that he got to stay for the duration of his trip in one of the most expensive hotels in london! He works for hilton, so he got a huge suite in one of their most expensive areas!!!i couldnt believe it, i mean this is OLIVER, the guy who didnt bother handing in his graduation thesis!!! Slightly over one year after NOT graduating, he is staying 5 star hotels in major capitals! Life sometimes does not seem fair. But then again, he was generous, i got to stay Sunday night i the hotel too. In the evening we walked all around london, and went to canary warf, which looks like a london la defense, and was equally empty on a Sunday night as i imagine la defense would be!
After our tour we went back to the hotel and plopped ourselves in the bar/lounge where oliver gets a 50% discount.....
Monday:
Massive buffet breakfast at hilton.
I then tried to go to the university to plead for funding, but that got me no where...as usual...so i left the uni and went back to the british museum where oliver was wandering around egyptian statues...we then walked to the national gallery, which is huge....
In the evening we met gabor for drinks near the british library (gabor’s home basically) and exchanged ceu gossip...for the second time in as many days....
Tuesday:
I had to go to work, and oliver wandered around, having spent the night on my couch...we then made a tour of the areas pubs....and exchanged ceu gossip, despite him claiming that men dont gossip....
Wednesday:Oliver hopped the train for stansted to get a flight to amsterdam...i went to work....just as i was leaving work in the afternoon, i got an sms from him, already pubbing in holland....and i went home to clean!
9.11.05
encore
voilà les nouvelles de MSN
Nette décrue des émeutes, début de l'application de l'état d'urgence AFP 09.11.2005 - 18:58
De nombreux préfets ont choisi mercredi de ne pas décréter pour le moment un couvre-feu dans leur département contre les violences urbaines, en raison de la décrue qui a marqué la treizième nuit consécutive d'incidents, surtout dénombrés en province.
Au total, 617 véhicules ont été incendiés dans la nuit de mardi à mercredi et 280 personnes interpellées.
En milieu d'après-midi, le couvre-feu n'était instauré pour les mineurs que dans une partie des Alpes-Maritimes et à Amiens (Somme), Rouen, Elboeuf et Le Havre (Seine-maritime). Dans le quartier de la Madeleine à Evreux, la mesure concernait aussi les majeurs. Les préfets des départements d'Ile-de-France avaient décidé de ne pas faire usage du couvre-feu pour l'instant.
Le décret instituant l'état d'urgence "à compter du 9 novembre 2005 à zéro heure" a été publié mercredi au Journal officiel. Les préfets des 25 départements concernés pourront notamment décider des mesures de restriction de circulation des personnes et/ou des véhicules, dans des lieux et périmètres déterminés, selon des horaires précis.
Ils pourront aussi instituer des zones de protection ou de sécurité où le séjour des personnes sera réglementé, et interdire l'accès à tout ou partie d'un département à toute personne cherchant à entraver l'action des pouvoirs publics.
Le ministre de l'Intérieur peut notamment prendre des mesures d'assignation à résidence ou de "remise des armes". Des perquisitions nocturnes pourront être également ordonnées soit par le ministre, soit par les préfets.
Ce recours au couvre-feu a été accueilli favorablement par 73% des Français, selon un sondage CSA publié mercredi par Le Parisien/Aujourd'hui en France.
Soulignant la "baisse très importante" du nombre de voitures brûlées dans la nuit de mardi à mercredi, le directeur de cabinet de Nicolas Sarkozy au ministère de l'Intérieur, Claude Guéant, a annoncé que 1.800 personnes avaient été interpellées depuis le début des violences, le 27 octobre, et 178 personnes écrouées.
Le ministère de la Justice a pour sa part indiqué que 130 personnes majeures ont été condamnées à des peines d'emprisonnement ferme depuis le début des émeutes.
A l'Assemblée nationale, M. Sarkozy a demandé aux préfets d'expulser tous les étrangers condamnés dans ce cadre, y compris les titulaires d'un titre de séjour. "120 étrangers, pas tous en situation irrégulière, ont été condamnés" et "j'ai demandé aux préfets qu'ils soient expulsés sans délai de notre territoire national, y compris ceux qui ont un titre de séjour", a-t-il dit.
Selon le directeur général de la police nationale (DGPN), Michel Gaudin, 280 émeutiers présumés ont été interpellés dans la nuit de mardi à mercredi, le nombre des communes touchées par les violences a baissé, passant de 226 à 196, et un seul policier a été légérement touché.
En province, 467 voitures ont été brûlées, tandis qu'en Ile-de-France, il y en a eu 150 (contre 240 la veille), selon M. Gaudin.
Selon Claude Guéant, 11.500 agents des forces de l'ordre étaient "sur le pont" dans la nuit, soit un millier de plus que la nuit précédente. Deux cents membres de la réserve de la police nationale et un millier de gendarmes réservistes ont été mobilisés.
Dans le Nord, 78 véhicules ont été incendiés et 25 personnes interpellées, toujours principalement dans l'agglomération de Lille (63 véhicules brûlés), "du mieux" par rapport aux trois nuits précédentes, selon la préfecture.
Dans la Somme, où un couvre-feu pour les mineurs de moins de 16 ans avait été décrété à Amiens et dans son agglomération de 0H00 à 6H00, sept véhicules ont été incendiés. En vertu de ce couvre-feu, deux mineurs ont été interceptés par les forces de l'ordre et remis à leurs parents.
Les violences ont également perdu en intensité dans le Grand Ouest, notamment à Nantes et Rennes. Dans les départements du Grand Est, la baisse est significative.
Par ailleurs, le troisième suspect impliqué dans le meurtre de l'homme battu à mort à Epinay-sur-Seine (Seine-Saint-Denis), le 27 octobre, s'est constitué prisonnier mercredi matin au commissariat central de Limoges.
Enfin, six personnes ont été interpellées mercredi matin dans le quartier de la Grande-Borne à Grigny (Essonne) dans le cadre de l'enquête sur des tirs de grenaille ayant atteint des policiers dimanche soir
Nette décrue des émeutes, début de l'application de l'état d'urgence AFP 09.11.2005 - 18:58
De nombreux préfets ont choisi mercredi de ne pas décréter pour le moment un couvre-feu dans leur département contre les violences urbaines, en raison de la décrue qui a marqué la treizième nuit consécutive d'incidents, surtout dénombrés en province.
Au total, 617 véhicules ont été incendiés dans la nuit de mardi à mercredi et 280 personnes interpellées.
En milieu d'après-midi, le couvre-feu n'était instauré pour les mineurs que dans une partie des Alpes-Maritimes et à Amiens (Somme), Rouen, Elboeuf et Le Havre (Seine-maritime). Dans le quartier de la Madeleine à Evreux, la mesure concernait aussi les majeurs. Les préfets des départements d'Ile-de-France avaient décidé de ne pas faire usage du couvre-feu pour l'instant.
Le décret instituant l'état d'urgence "à compter du 9 novembre 2005 à zéro heure" a été publié mercredi au Journal officiel. Les préfets des 25 départements concernés pourront notamment décider des mesures de restriction de circulation des personnes et/ou des véhicules, dans des lieux et périmètres déterminés, selon des horaires précis.
Ils pourront aussi instituer des zones de protection ou de sécurité où le séjour des personnes sera réglementé, et interdire l'accès à tout ou partie d'un département à toute personne cherchant à entraver l'action des pouvoirs publics.
Le ministre de l'Intérieur peut notamment prendre des mesures d'assignation à résidence ou de "remise des armes". Des perquisitions nocturnes pourront être également ordonnées soit par le ministre, soit par les préfets.
Ce recours au couvre-feu a été accueilli favorablement par 73% des Français, selon un sondage CSA publié mercredi par Le Parisien/Aujourd'hui en France.
Soulignant la "baisse très importante" du nombre de voitures brûlées dans la nuit de mardi à mercredi, le directeur de cabinet de Nicolas Sarkozy au ministère de l'Intérieur, Claude Guéant, a annoncé que 1.800 personnes avaient été interpellées depuis le début des violences, le 27 octobre, et 178 personnes écrouées.
Le ministère de la Justice a pour sa part indiqué que 130 personnes majeures ont été condamnées à des peines d'emprisonnement ferme depuis le début des émeutes.
A l'Assemblée nationale, M. Sarkozy a demandé aux préfets d'expulser tous les étrangers condamnés dans ce cadre, y compris les titulaires d'un titre de séjour. "120 étrangers, pas tous en situation irrégulière, ont été condamnés" et "j'ai demandé aux préfets qu'ils soient expulsés sans délai de notre territoire national, y compris ceux qui ont un titre de séjour", a-t-il dit.
Selon le directeur général de la police nationale (DGPN), Michel Gaudin, 280 émeutiers présumés ont été interpellés dans la nuit de mardi à mercredi, le nombre des communes touchées par les violences a baissé, passant de 226 à 196, et un seul policier a été légérement touché.
En province, 467 voitures ont été brûlées, tandis qu'en Ile-de-France, il y en a eu 150 (contre 240 la veille), selon M. Gaudin.
Selon Claude Guéant, 11.500 agents des forces de l'ordre étaient "sur le pont" dans la nuit, soit un millier de plus que la nuit précédente. Deux cents membres de la réserve de la police nationale et un millier de gendarmes réservistes ont été mobilisés.
Dans le Nord, 78 véhicules ont été incendiés et 25 personnes interpellées, toujours principalement dans l'agglomération de Lille (63 véhicules brûlés), "du mieux" par rapport aux trois nuits précédentes, selon la préfecture.
Dans la Somme, où un couvre-feu pour les mineurs de moins de 16 ans avait été décrété à Amiens et dans son agglomération de 0H00 à 6H00, sept véhicules ont été incendiés. En vertu de ce couvre-feu, deux mineurs ont été interceptés par les forces de l'ordre et remis à leurs parents.
Les violences ont également perdu en intensité dans le Grand Ouest, notamment à Nantes et Rennes. Dans les départements du Grand Est, la baisse est significative.
Par ailleurs, le troisième suspect impliqué dans le meurtre de l'homme battu à mort à Epinay-sur-Seine (Seine-Saint-Denis), le 27 octobre, s'est constitué prisonnier mercredi matin au commissariat central de Limoges.
Enfin, six personnes ont été interpellées mercredi matin dans le quartier de la Grande-Borne à Grigny (Essonne) dans le cadre de l'enquête sur des tirs de grenaille ayant atteint des policiers dimanche soir
STUPID SARKO
AGGHGHH! ce mec n'a jamais vecu dans le 93....il ne comprend rien.....
le ministre de l'intérieur, Nicolas Sarkozy, a demandé aux préfets d'expulser tous les étrangers condamnés dans le cadre des violences urbaines des treize dernières nuits, "y compris" les titulaires d'un titre de séjour, a-t-il annoncé, mercredi 9 novembre, à l'Assemblée nationale.
"J'ai demandé aux préfets que les étrangers, qui sont en situation régulière ou irrégulière, qui ont fait l'objet d'une condamnation, soient expulsés sans délai de notre territoire, y compris ceux qui ont un titre de séjour", a-t-il précisé."Quand on a l'honneur d'avoir un titre de séjour, le moins que l'on puisse dire c'est que l'on n'a pas à se faire arrêter en train de provoquer des violences urbaines", a ajouté le ministre.Cent vingt étrangers, pas tous en situation irrégulière, ont été condamnés à ce titre, selon le ministre de l'intérieur lors des questions d'actualité à l'Assemblée nationale.
OAS_AD('Middle');
Le ministre de l'intérieur a fait cette déclaration alors qu'il s'était prononcé contre la double peine.
le ministre de l'intérieur, Nicolas Sarkozy, a demandé aux préfets d'expulser tous les étrangers condamnés dans le cadre des violences urbaines des treize dernières nuits, "y compris" les titulaires d'un titre de séjour, a-t-il annoncé, mercredi 9 novembre, à l'Assemblée nationale.
"J'ai demandé aux préfets que les étrangers, qui sont en situation régulière ou irrégulière, qui ont fait l'objet d'une condamnation, soient expulsés sans délai de notre territoire, y compris ceux qui ont un titre de séjour", a-t-il précisé."Quand on a l'honneur d'avoir un titre de séjour, le moins que l'on puisse dire c'est que l'on n'a pas à se faire arrêter en train de provoquer des violences urbaines", a ajouté le ministre.Cent vingt étrangers, pas tous en situation irrégulière, ont été condamnés à ce titre, selon le ministre de l'intérieur lors des questions d'actualité à l'Assemblée nationale.
OAS_AD('Middle');
Le ministre de l'intérieur a fait cette déclaration alors qu'il s'était prononcé contre la double peine.
5.11.05
blue rinse set
tonight was a big dinner party given by some friends of my dads friends....my dad was, at 73, the youngest there, myself excluded....everyone else was about 80. there was a lot of talk about the war....and consequently about potatoes....thrilling stuff.....
3.11.05
surreal encounters
today was an exceptionally strange day...i went to london since i had a meeting with my supervisor....it was ok, she bought me coffee and we talked....i will see her again next month...pretty simple....except that i have a theoretical essay to write before then....such is life.
after meeting with her i had to run over quickly to the science library. i had only been there once before (since i dont really have much reason to use it) but i wanted to find a book about india that according to the computer was located in the anthropology section, which is logically in the science library. so i went in...but i couldnt find the book. the computer claimed it was on the shelf...but it wasnt...while i was looking i saw a guy reshelving books and i said "excuse me but i cant seem to find...." then i looked into to his eyes, which are the bluest i have ever seen...but then i realised i had seen them before....so instead of logically finishing my sentance with the book i shrieked "SHIT, YOU WERE IN MY HUNGARIAN CLASS!"
and we both started laughing. really wierd, the guy is romanian and we were really in the same hungarian class in budapest 2 years ago...i dont have the full story yet, since i was in a hurry to meet my dad, but he said that he was working last year in istambul and now he is doing an phd in anthropology. the department gave him a tuition waver, but he doesnt get a stipend, hence the library job!!! the world is clearly a very small place....
we exchanged numbers so i will get the whole story of istambul from him later i imagine...
so after this rather odd encounter, i went to the pizza place with my dad to meet gabor (another face from hungary) and my dad bought us both pizza. we really were pigs: a bottle of wine, huge pizzas, dessert...everything. gabor and my dad trashed kavkaz men, and i accused them of just being jealous....it was funny....
when i first moved here i thought i would know no one, but it seems i know quite a lot of people indeed. funny how the past keeps returning!
after meeting with her i had to run over quickly to the science library. i had only been there once before (since i dont really have much reason to use it) but i wanted to find a book about india that according to the computer was located in the anthropology section, which is logically in the science library. so i went in...but i couldnt find the book. the computer claimed it was on the shelf...but it wasnt...while i was looking i saw a guy reshelving books and i said "excuse me but i cant seem to find...." then i looked into to his eyes, which are the bluest i have ever seen...but then i realised i had seen them before....so instead of logically finishing my sentance with the book i shrieked "SHIT, YOU WERE IN MY HUNGARIAN CLASS!"
and we both started laughing. really wierd, the guy is romanian and we were really in the same hungarian class in budapest 2 years ago...i dont have the full story yet, since i was in a hurry to meet my dad, but he said that he was working last year in istambul and now he is doing an phd in anthropology. the department gave him a tuition waver, but he doesnt get a stipend, hence the library job!!! the world is clearly a very small place....
we exchanged numbers so i will get the whole story of istambul from him later i imagine...
so after this rather odd encounter, i went to the pizza place with my dad to meet gabor (another face from hungary) and my dad bought us both pizza. we really were pigs: a bottle of wine, huge pizzas, dessert...everything. gabor and my dad trashed kavkaz men, and i accused them of just being jealous....it was funny....
when i first moved here i thought i would know no one, but it seems i know quite a lot of people indeed. funny how the past keeps returning!
2.11.05
1.11.05
why poland?
| In a Past Life... |
 You Were: An Evil Cannibal. Where You Lived: Poland. How You Died: Natural causes. |
enjoying the weather
so we are enjoying what are surely the last moments of decent weather..the cat meanwhile is enjoying her funnel collar a bit less....
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