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The Student Park has been transformed some years ago into a rich man’s club, this is where they have made some deals, one of them may have been the crime of the century in these parts – the Microsoft Case, wherein some ‘wise guys’ concocted a scheme of getting software licenses in huge numbers from the Gates’ company and thus had a major discount, only they would make the state pay through the nose and hundreds of millions of dollars were involved, maybe north of a billion, given that you had all state institutions, their millions of employees using computers and having to pay for the rights…so many went to jail, except the owner of the strand and a couple of other ‘goodfellas’ , who would ‘rat’ on the team of knaves, scoundrels that had taken baksheesh and got rich…

 

But this was the same place where we would go in the eighties to have a bath in the disgusting, dirty waters of one of the lakes, at times we would swim across, where there was a small pajiste, where sometimes there would be nudists (a form of protest in those times we could argue), sped time in the sun, pretend to study in the ‘session’ and in the evening, dance at the disco, sometimes enjoy a show…

There was the Poezia Muzicii Tinere aka Poetry of Young Music, a one man show with Florian Pittis, who read from the magic Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, using Beatles songs http://realini.blogspot.com/2016/06/song-of-myself-by-walt-whitman-dazzling.html Norocel, for some years my best friend, maybe the only one – there is nobody left, ergo these notes written for all and nobody in particular – knew the whole spectacle by heart, but then he had such an incredible memory that he had assimilated poems by Paunescu and so many more, we could spend days on end listening to him…

 

The Studentesc was also the place for shagging, this is where I met Diana – if that was her name – and used a strategy that was responsible for between sixty and ninety percent of the around two thousand or more lays that are the subject of this incipient book – send a message to preorder and get an autographed copy of the upcoming bestseller – and which we could summarize in ‘can we talk and assuming the answer was yes (which was only in a fraction of situations, let us not fall into statistics again) we would proceed to stage two in the scenario which would have me proposing a test…

To see if we are supposed to keep talking, perhaps see that we have something – here there would be some jokes, maybe along the lines of ‘we could be meant to stay together…forever’ or mention the Plato story of the separated spheres (we will not get into the details of that, unless you, the client requires and if we make this interactive, for some surcharge, you could have me write the whole thing to you, in my own interpretation, unique, abstract, resplendent style, or you could just see it on the Wikipedia page) with all of us looking for the perfect half, or whatever got the attention at the moment, it could be some inspiration, ‘I am a river to my people’, those familiar with my prose know that I jump from one subject to another ad nauseam and therefore, that would be how the talking, Young Rhea would work

 

‘The Test’ was supposed to have been elaborated by top scientists and shown to work, although it was also potentially just a personal sort of scam (we could look at it as a brilliant innovation, it depends one where you sit) and it involved something like ‘you are on a cruise ship, and then there is a shipwreck and like Robinson Crusoe, you end up on this exotique island in the Caribbean or Pacific where there are no natives…

I am the only companion you have, for I have also been on the cruise ship and we are the only survivors, or just the tow of us landed on the isolated place anyway – if I were to give the speech today, I would introduce the idea of Hedonic Adaptation and the myth of the Pacific, Caribbean Island, explained in the magnificent Stumbling On Happiness by Harvard Professor Daniel Gilbert http://realini.blogspot.com/2013/06/stumbling-on-happiness-by-david-gilbert.html - and there were fewer words, or more, depending on the mood of the ‘target’, which would be using The thin Slicing Theory…

 

This is explained in another classic of psychology, Blink – The Power of Thinking Without Thinking by Malcolm Gladwell http://realini.blogspot.com/2013/05/blink-power-of-thinking-without.html and then we would move on towards the climax of the narrative, for one day or night, I would come about, kiss the only living person on the deserted, isolated island and then continue and cover her all with pupici…

What would she say to that, what the reaction would be was the question, but of course, much, if not all would have been inferred by her gestures, expression of the face, the attitude of hostility – most often, probably (way) north of ninety percent – and then the final would bring us in a limited number of situation to the place where that imagined tropical paradise allows us to move it to where…we were.

 

When there was no rejection and the picture seemed from Gauguin http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/05/the-way-to-paradise-by-mario-vargas.html I would insist that the kisses would also be ‘between the legs’ or used some other euphemism – this was an Age of Innocence, and girls would clearly covet this act, but nobody was there to offer it…well, few were, and I have the proof in the stunning numbers of women that would say yes and then consequently have sex with me, so that they could enjoy, or at least experience cunnilingus, to see how it is…let me mention this situation in Mamaia, at the Rex Hotel, where we had the AT&T week of meetings and training, and I met this woman, went through the motions of the ‘Two of Us on The Island’ tale and she says no, going to her room from mine, only for her roommate to show up at my door, just minutes later…

The friend had told her about my test and the other was clearly more than eager and curious, so she said ‘if you do not want this, then I do’ came to the fellow offering it (again, proof that there was not much in the offer and demand balance there and then) and said she is here, undressed, showed the underwear with the Rolling Stone tongue on it (now that I look back, she must have taken it for the special occasion, as a joke, but it could have indicated that the girl had thought about this, maybe had expected it for a long, long time) and then I obliged and made the Pacific Land situation real, at least for a while…

 

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In a Hideous Kinky Situation

 

In a Hideous Kinky Situation

 

 

Perhaps the most beautiful girl that I have been lucky (?) enough to meet and befriend was Nicky and she has marked a low point in my bond with Danny O, who would pay in time the ‘virtual slap’ received – we were both doing the Jordanian Beano (the one where we take them out for a trip we had organized outside the official framework and then we shared the profit – 60/40 to the chagrin of The Apprentice – not far from the Ceausescu residence at Neptune, madness, but then such a safe place to deal with cash, you would not have any hoodlum right there) when we came across this Stunning Beauty, having her own initiation into the hospitality business at the Otopeni Airport and then a rare chance offered itself…

 

As it sometimes happens, you have all the mirth, luck, thrown at you compacted and limited to just those few days, and at that particular time, I had already met the second most gorgeous – there could be a retrospective, virtual, with Artificial Intelligence help Beauty Pageant to see who is there in the big final…Nicky, Nicole, Miss Romania and who else – Fatal attraction and that was Nicole, her name being another outré coincidence, first and second place both named Nicoleta, one going for Nicky and the other for Nicole – the latter had been with her mother at the baths in Caciulata, where I was doing my stint as guide for old, under treatment visitors from Israel and we hit it off, in spite of her previous attachment to a large, tall, mustachioed fellow who would take her to Germany, extracting her from the country wide commie jail, so this was a known fact and there was no way around it…

Therefore in some way, what I did was not the apogee of the knave, for Nicole would abandon me at some stage and free herself in West Germany, the awkward situation where I just left the train a little ahead of the station could be labeled in various ways – rude, showing disrespect to a woman, disconsidering the possibility that she may just dump the heavy moustache and opt for yours truly – but the fact is that I was disloyal, vicious, maybe even Machiavellian (only I do not think I have put much thought into it, on the contrary, it might have been the cliché ‘the other head was doing the analysis’) towards ‘poor and now one of the richest’ Danny O, who asked for a date, then got one and we all went to the…Baneasa Forest.

 

The Nightingales was a ‘posh’ place – if that was the name and evidently, we are talking bleak, Animal Farm days – and this were we came with two stunning beauties, Nicole and Nicky, and somehow I would leave with them both, not for a ménage a trois (it tickles the old skin to think of that nonetheless), with Nicole in the car, but with Nicky metaphorically, for I do not know how it had happened, but while we were all four sitting together, we would change alliances – it could be that Danny was not (still isn’t we could propose) exactly the best looking male you could imagine, then there is the Proustian adage that ‘we want what we do not have’ and probably Nicky felt an impulse to test her powers and snatch me from Nicole…she would call me at my next destination – the ONT would send me to another back water, the dead resort of Covasna (on the sexual side however, in the ten days or two weeks, there have been three ‘conquests’ and the coitus was nice, in that selfish, bastardly manner and I still think of that town as a possible destination for some vacation, to be taken soon Insha’Allah) and Nicky’s father was a big shot in Telecom and she could call without limit (back in the day, one would pay for these feasts or ‘interurban’ calls) and we started an interesting, tumultuous relationship…

 

Nicky was a virgin and let me say right here, upfront, that about one year into our ‘romance’ I would take off, and she would still be Virgo intacta, in spite of the ‘abnormal’ sex we would have, which would mean sixty nine a few times, but mostly it would be fellatio, starting from the first of 1988, after we had spent the New Year’s Eve mostly on a corridor, I had been assigned to take a bus of Brits to Poiana – and let me repeat, without the connections and deprived of the nepotistic connections that ruled the roost, I had to alternate between obnoxious offers and more attractive prospects, the latter would not be on the table without the former – and had been hoping that we would have a place at the table, enjoy the ‘revelion’ and then spend time tougher, only they had not remembered that there would be a poor donkey coming to do this menial job and he has to eat someplace and it was rather lamentable.

Unless of course we would remember that we were ‘in love ‘and that was Total, Absolute Bliss and we have to look at the definition that Charlie Partana aka Jack Nicholson gives in the memorable Prizzi’s Honor, where he says ‘in love is temporary, he has read it in a magazine’ –this is when he wears a canary yellow jacket, somewhere in California, where he meets with Kathleen Turner, who plays a killer, they are both professional hit persons, man and woman - http://realini.blogspot.com/2017/02/note-on-prizzis-honor-directed-by-john.html

 

There is also the monumental The Leopard by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa http://realini.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-leopard-by-giuseppe-tomasi-di.html which I am finishing one of these days – a clever note will be posted on the blog afterwards, so check out, subscribe, like, share – in which the marvelous author speaks about Angelica and her state of being ‘in love’, anticipating some cracks, a potential cooling or even breakdown in their future marriage, which I may have to read about in the next couple of days…

On the way back from Poiana, we stopped in Busteni, at the only major, important, probably reasonable place there, and we argued quite a bit, the frustration of being ‘together’ for some weeks or months now without intercourse leading to the same, old reproach that you do not care, love me enough and this is not going anywhere – her father was very strict and intransigent, or so he thought, his limits and rules would have a restrictive effect for some time, until the dam would break that is and then, he would clearly have had a heart attack to know that his pure daughter would suck a penis

 

It is hazy and I can only hope there was no slap (and to think I complained so much after the Will Smith Oscar incident) just some pushing there, but the result is that she started having sex with me, in the only form that would keep it going – without compromising the virginity, which would be there to be inspected, if the tyrannical parent would decide to check the state of the nation – and when she would trade me for Marius, she was ‘still intact’…come to think of it, she did have a habit of going from one fellow to his ‘alleged friend’ and even if it would be Realini who would say ‘look, I am marrying this English girl and escape from this Hades’ the choice of a friend aka foe looked degoulasse then…I heard from Marius that she lives in a villa on the French Riviera, in St. Tropez…

The Idiot's Guide to the Pandemic

It is sometimes tempting to say that calamity may do some good in that there will be so many cavemen dead- fewer women have gone- women are smarter so that fewer will perish and if you look around I look around and I see that first of all they don't respect the rules and with that they don't care about anybody else but themselves.
William Golding when asked about his Magnum opus Lord of the Flies said there is one main thing in there -these are not in those exact words -but he said if you don't have rules you have nothing that's the key message we get from the chaos that takes place on that island where we have teenagers on a rampage...but but if we look at the world now, we see so many teenagers real and just with an undeveloped mind, Trump comes to mind, as always in those last disastrous 3 years, they fool around,actually it's not foolishly but catastrophically, they walk around here like thereisno lockdown- this is a gated community with people who think they are on top of the world and they just walk around in this neighbourhood  which looks like a heavily crowded mall, quite open. Care free about the place and the restrictions are nothing to them and this has been going on forever... close to 50% out of 400 houses have dogs, but these are quadrupeds that mostly live on two to one square metre of space, chained and barking... there's one close by and barks all the time, all the time I'm it's not the animal... it's the idiot monster master to blame, indeed another story is this: these are people who own the business that was proved to be deadly, in that they were providing hospitals, clinics, Medics with what was  supposed to be disinfectant. only when tested, the disinfectant proved to be water with some drops of alcohol, something useful in a proportion of one part to 2000 what it should be... though the guy supposedly in charge paid the ultimate, supreme price for it, the connections, inheritors or whatever are here, around the corner and they don't give a damn about the rest... this is where one of those dogs is going nuts, Barking and Barking and barking, f*** the rest of the people, the message Is we don't give a s*** let him bark, the dog is suffering in the Orchard Farm and  whatever the rest are enduring, going crazy with this continuous attack on the mind and wellbeing and equanimity...f*** that 

Funny games at home

The pandemic that is now weighing heavily on the world makes the undersigned think of communism…is this worse than that period – if we die, it is, but otherwise, we may take solace from the fact that this looks like a piece of cake, when compared with that ultimate catastrophe – though many would disagree, since they entertain ‘socialist’ ideas, like the supporters of and silly old Bernie himself, who has spent his holyday in Moscow, in the soviet union days no less, and seems to have learned nothing from the experience, except to vote recently against punitive measures against Putin, initiated after a lawyer died in a Russian jail, just because he has sounded the alarm on corruption, which is the substance of the present and the soviet regimes…

The Soviets have killed more people than the loathsome Nazis and if we add the Chinese, especially during their Mao days, even if they are not nice at all to dissidents, whom they kidnap and send to prison in a flash, they take them from Hong Kong as well, then the figures would pass anything this Covid 19 might do, although it is early to say and it is clearly deadly for 2, maybe 3 percent of those who catch it and much worse for the old age group and those who already have some other, pre-existing condition that accelerate the advance of the virus…

Then there is also the question of the extent of the calamity, given that this would pass in a matter of months – some say in July or August…the cretin in the White House has said the other day that he has asked his experts and that is what they answered…but then this is a creature that has lost all credibility, given his pathological lying and the fact that on this very catastrophic subject he had dismissed it, called it a hoax created by the Democrats and that it will miraculously pass and get to zero, only two weeks ago, maybe as recently as ten days before belatedly coming to realize this is not just a ‘flu’

However, august or sometime after that, the pandemonium is likely to last much less than the more deadly communism, with its more than seventy years in the Soviet Union – some would argue that they still have something very similar now, when the Supreme Leader has been given another fourteen years to stay at the helm, more that Ivan the Terrible, if I remember correctly – and around forty four here, in our land, where we still pay the price and have some leaders that pay tribute to that awful past, they have quite the same ideas and where they have changed, they still respect the principle from Animal Farm – ‘all animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others’…this does not apply to the impressive Klaus Johannis, an admirable, calm, restrained, serious figure for me and to a lesser extent to the liberal party

Yes, the PNL has many problems, though I am still loyal to them, I can see that there is much to be changed there…nevertheless, the furious attacks from the spouse seem more than over the top, exaggerated and they are simply wrong…these insults are clearly less destined for the flawed liberals and more for the stupid, lazy, ignominious, terrible, vicious, fucked up husband, who should leave, contract the Corona virus and get lost in one way or another…

Yesterday I was sent packing form one of the most idiotic movies imaginable, Murder Mystery, with Adam Sandler – quite good in Uncut Gems, but silly as ever in the Mystery – and some quite good artists – one of them, David Walliams was glorious in Little Britain, one of the most hilarious series ever, but has little to work with in such a stupid set up.

Given that this is as brain damaging as a film can be, the insistence on seeing this could only make me part and find something else to do…the effort I made to have on the now seriously big screen at home – a Samsung with 189 cm diagonal is there – features included on The New York Times’ Best 1,000 Movies Ever Made list has not been paid with gratefulness, but on the contrary, with disdain…yes, I tend to interrupt them and have them screened in two installments, but then the likes of The High and the Mighty are two and a half hours

Besides, most of the time, the spouse is actually watching the phone and yesterday claimed these are stupid pictures I select…though even the most controversial one could not conceivably be compared with Murder Mystery…

Which brings about questions about goals, Meaning, Achievement…is this what I struggled for…well, criticism that would be more than pertinent would emphasize that struggle means some agitated, full years in communism, but more or less leisure for the past maybe fifteen years or more, depending on how we take the efforts made for this house, the one before in Rosenau and this continuous tension, the infamous cat and mouse game with get out, this is the end, it cannot go on like this…with me expected to just vacate the premises, probably continue to pay in whatever sums are required and increase the down payments, perhaps exponentially…

There has always been a continuous pressure on the subject of money…a few days ago, a trip to the supermarket for the dog’s meat was in the cards and when I protested that with that trip, other supplies would have to be bought – it is a crisis and then this is not around the corner and the gas and the money spent for the journey will be better used if spread over more than the food for the precious pet…infinitely more valuable that the goddamn, idiotic me…

Coronavirus and optimism

Coronavirus and optimism

There could be nothing promising about a virus that kills people, is set to become a pandemic and has already crossed the borders and ocean to infect people in perhaps more than fifty countries as of now, and to belittle it could be as stupid as Trump is – which in fact means minimum minimorum…now that is something which would be interesting to hear coming out of the mouth of Fat Donnie – the commander in chief who is only interested in getting reelected and not even that, for he does not care if the population actually selects him, if the Russians somehow steal the votes for him or he just keeps the power anyway by refusing the results, that would suit him just as well…

On another level though, the coronavirus does have some advantages, though it takes a sardonic cynic perhaps to look at the prospect of having less people on a planet that they have anyway brought close to Apocalypse – at the present for a multitude of species and billions of animals killed directly or as a consequence of the Climate change brought about by mankind…it is estimated that in the recent Australian massive wild fires, a billion (!) beings have died – in such a careless, “Inhumane” – think of the mirthful paradox here – manner, with total lack of respect and consideration for other inhabitants of the planet.

Some of the leaders of this ‘advanced’ age epitomize the thinking – although here we would need a strong antonym for thinking – the attitude, the egotism, superficiality, ignorance and catastrophic lack of EQ of billions that choose to select the likes of Trump, Putin, Bolsanaro, Duterte, Xi – although here there is the problem of the absence of choice, as in the case of Putin and so many others, though so many love this kind of ‘leader’ anyway and opt freely for vicious, murdering, monstrous thugs that millions love, not just opt for – Maduro and so many others that have not gained power in absolute form, but still won so many ballots…Salvini, Le Pen and so many others make the list, as well as some thugs and thieves from my own land…

Then there is the ‘crisis ‘that is threatening all of us economically and though I hate to think about the consequences – hence the idea of writing for my ‘pleasure ‘to let some steam off and find some other logic, sense and redemption…writing is supposed to help  your mind in the effort of making sense of a crazy world (think of the previous list of ‘elected officials) and put some distance between the worse aspects of your life and the same mind…though here there is some controversy I would say, in the sense that there is a happiness exercise called ‘count your blessings’ through which one is invited to list every day the three or five things that happened during the day and which are wonderful or anyway positive and there is also the practice of writing about negative events with the idea that they would grow distant, as I said…but then which is it…write about good or bad things?

Sonja Lyubomirsky, a sensational expert on positive psychology, author of The How of Happiness, indicates that the ‘count your blessings exercise’ is better practiced once a week, in something of an opposition to what Tal Ben-Shahar and others argue, suggesting a daily ‘Gratitude Exercise’, which might end up with far fewer blissful moments if repeated daily…

Be that as it may, there is less pollution now that activity has slowed down, with places in Wuhan and elsewhere in China isolated by the infamous virus sending shock waves through economies everywhere, given that cars, iPhones and everything else depends on what they make in china, and the stock market has plunged, oil prices have fallen, because there is so much diminished demand for it…which surely translates into fewer polluting emissions into the atmosphere…though if we all die because of the covid 19, the only gain would be for the rest of the planet, the animals that would breathe in exultation, given that their worst enemy is now gone…well, dogs, cats and my parrots would have to go feral and fend for themselves and many would not manage and abide by the rule of the survival of the fittest rule

Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves in The Greatest Show on Earth

Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves in The Greatest Show on Earth

The Senate trial of the most loathsome conman on Earth has been a mockery, in spite of the fact that here and elsewhere in the world, we looked at America for the Greatest show on Earth, not just in terms of Avengers, Hollywood super productions that might be responsible in part for the rise of Trump and the dumbing down of his base – seeing as they concentrate on the money and any intelligent notion in many, perhaps most of these productions appears to disappear – but also for the democracy which had been such a role model for our countries, in what used to be The Third World, but now it is ages ahead of the US, at least politically, for you have to long hard for countries that have such an idiot in the driver’s seat, never mind if we make ‘price per parity’ comparisons, look at the centuries they had had that now compromised constitution, the levels of comfort and other such compounding factors…

Senators from states like Alabama, Texas – with that absolute creep, Ted Cruz, the one insulted by the Monster in the White House, when they were competing for the republican nomination, on the matter of his father, who according to the Biggest Liar ever had been involved in the killing of Kennedy, then he made viral a photo of the wife in which she looks like the inside of the head of that fool that they call the first lady – Alaska and the list is long have demonstrated an abhorrent, disgusting disregard for the rule of law, American traditions, values they used to stand for – well, wait, maybe they never really stood for them, or indeed anything expect their own benefits and aggrandizement, just like the Leader of their New Cult, one in which Russia is the new name of their country – after all, their supporters wear proudly shirts with ‘I would rather be a Russian than a Democrat’.

To see what this scoundrel has done, selling his country and its security to whoever would promote his interests and that immensely sick ego, supporting Putin over the FBI, CIA and all the other agencies – which he does not believe, unless of course they promote some idea that he likes – peddling idiotic, catastrophic conspiracy theories cooked in the Kremlin and the new KGB headquarters, in what the splendid Adam Schiff called brilliantly ‘the biggest security coup in the history of Russia’,  for never before, not even in the cold War period have they managed to make an American leader, never mind the top dog, advance whatever they invented, to divert the attention from their real attack on American and other elections, from Madagascar to Britain, and make stupid and contemptible individuals believe that it was not them, but the Ukraine.

This absolute Crook has after all addressed the Russians directly, when he asked them to ‘find the 30,000 Clinton emails that are missing…you would be rewarded for it…’and he never stopped after that, confirming in televised interviews that he would take information from a foreign country if offered, asking the president of the Ukraine to investigate his rival, holding about four hundred million dollars that had been approved by Congress in order to extort that man and then boasting that this was ‘perfect’, manifesting the behavior of a mafia godfather, and insisting at the same time that he ‘has the right to do whatever he wants’, presumably thinking that he is a monarch or dictator…he loves tyrants, from Putin to the one he loves in north Korea, from Erdogan to Duterte…

Just as we can see on the latest Real Time show with Bill Maher and on other media segments where specialists are invited, this lunatic is unable to talk properly, he mumbles words, as at the latest at one of his crazy rallies – where multitudes show that this phenomenon, gruesome and nauseating as it is represent tens of millions of mentally challenged people, mostly in southern, God fearing states…which is another inexplicable, hallucinating notion, that millions of believers, many of them hard core conservatives stand for the epitome of Sin, if there is a devil, then this is his representative, no matter how they boast him as the Chosen, just because he puts in place judges for their anti-abortion ideals.

So the Senators that disgracefully voted not just against conviction – well, not yet, but on Wednesday – but also against hearing any witnesses – the first time in history in a trial of this kind – are a shame for democracy in general, not just the Southern Belt kind, and here and in other places, we can be proud that first of all, we would not accept someone like Trump to lead us – they make such a fuss about his supposed acumen for business, when this man ruined other businesses by cheating, bankrupted casinos, cheated in his fake charity – think about that, this is a monstrous thief – created a phony University and the list is too long and sickening to continue – and second of all, we would not elect senators like Cruz, Rubio or even the lousy one from Alaska, who stood on the fence to the end, only to reject witnesses…

Ali Baba and his Forty Thieves have found another eleven in the ‘greatest legislative body of the world’…yeah, right, perhaps Putin’s world…

Memories Bring Back Memories

Memories Bring Back Memories

A song by Maroon 5 with these words seems to be popular these days, for if I heard about it, that means they must be everywhere on the internet and sound waves, and I could start with this morning and see where that takes it – another stop might be in the mountains, where for some reason the mind wondered a little bit earlier – when there was a mirthful conversation at the club, where one man was speaking about the next weekend and a possible sortie into town, where he has seen an opera recently, the classic Aida, with a good performance apparently, albeit when asked who was in it, the man did not know, which can only mean he is not an aficionado, though with that he is many levels above me, who would be bored stiff during a whole, long Don Giovanni, say – indeed, when much younger, Aida proved to be a torment and not an entertainment for this flimsy, superficial, musically ignorant dude…

The musical man went on to express disgust at a previous soiree, during which he had gone to enjoy something else – was it Il Barbiere di Siviglia or was it another magnum opus? – only to be tremendously disappointed when the new mise en scene would have characters dressed with anti- terrorist outfits and apparently the stage, some other costumes, maybe everything lacked decorum and our art lover left the House at entr’acte, furious with this Lèse-majesté, which would be fine, only the way he put it was almost hilarious…’ce pula mea’, which is something like ‘what the penis…or maybe what the fuck’, which contrasts with the high bar placed on the new production is such a stark manner…

I mean, on the one hand, the new director was so appalling in choosing modern costumes and a transfer to the modern age of some classic, older story and Our Man in Havana is allowed to say fuck, cock quite a few times, on top of the fact that he had already proved he is not a ‘purist’, an old timer, specialist in the opera – in which he had no idea who stars, not a soprano, not a single name – and he never mentioned some other change that could have troubled his delicate sense of Music, like a false note there, a difference in the libretto that would hurt those familiar with the works…

Which of course reminds one of the joke with ‘I am a gentlemen, what the fuck’, though to be fair, the man does try to get above his level, which is higher than mine, so this is not to make fun of him, for he is the one going to watch not just one opera, but may be a regular and even if I said he is not, maybe he is a real aficionado, while I am just hearing one aria on Mezzo, once in a while, and not even stop to absorb, exult, luxuriate in apocalyptic tunes, but only put it as background when reading, never mind going to the trouble of ennobling myself in the reverence of a performance hall, where I would most likely – what am I saying, definitely – be bored stiff…

Indeed, Memories ‘bring back memories’ as Maroon 5 has it and I remember now the manner in which we attended a concert of classical music, some thirty, maybe thirty five years ago, where we went, my sister and I, in the company of our cousin and then very good friend, Adi, who was in a mood to joke, and like us presumably, not very keen to levitate on the notes from the bassoon, the viola, the trombones or all combined and thus he kept changing places, which I think started happening after he made us laugh – well, almost, we made every effort not to break down - and we tried to avoid an embarrassing situation where we would collapse in a roar and would be evicted, or worse, maybe jailed…who knows what the punishment is for such an assault to the decency, the refined taste, the serenity of the ‘pula mea crowd’