Norooz (2008)

Thanks that I'm fucking far away from the fucking shithole that I was born in and don't have to fucking attend those stupid Norooz parties or do the stupid Norooz shopping!

Nevertheless I had to call F. F. because we're considered engaged and I did yesterday to say Happy Norooz to her. I send her a text message before that. She asked me to say Happy Norooz to her Mom, brother and sister-in-law, the fucking bitch that I hate the most. I said OK. She also said that she would answer my e-mail as soon as she got home.
Then I checked my e-mail and noticed that she had not said a word about what I had earlier mentioned about Peoples. That drove me crazy. That’s what she always does. She either doesn’t read the mails or reads and doesn’t care. So I didn’t answer back. Today again she e-mailed and asked where I was. I decide not to answer and then give her a good piece of advice. I don’t care if I lose her. I think she loves me but her carelessness makes me angry. I like her a lot and in last 24 hours have changed the tone of e-mail that I’m goin’ to submit to her. But once again I don’t care if I lose her because I have no plan and future and joining her doesn’t help much. That might brings more headaches and she might eventually leaves after a few months or years. I have lost so much valuable things that nothing seems valuable to me anymore, not even F. F. who’s a very pretty, petite, creative, lovely, young and ambitious girl.
I checked my application status with CF Recruiting Centre in Vancouver as I mentioned in one earlier post and I think CF is my only option. If the Navy doesn’t accept me, I'll apply for a job or will volunteer in the Army and will be deployed to fucking Afghanistan. They'll love that! Having the Afghanistan mission extended to 2011, I will either get killed and get rid of this miserable life – which is very possible – or get back here. Either way is fine to me, although the first one is very possible.

Trip Coverage, Story 6: Hamlet’s Castle in Holsinger

I woke up on Sun. of Jan.27 and I felt that I needed a little exercise after a few weeks of eating, sleeping and vacationing. I just had one day of gym in Koln. So I went for a little jugging. I went close to the station and came back. That was not easy. I remembered the days I used to go to the nearby gym at least 5 days a week in Calgary. Sweat old days! And me, the idiot, ruined everything and trapped myself in the hands of stupid A. J.! Fuck!
Anyways when I got back I noticed that Pejix and his family were waiting for me to join them for breakfast! I had a good breakfast and then I, Pejix and Anne drove to Holsinger, a city in north of Copenhagen, a coastal city where Kornborg Citadel or castle is located. Kornborg is one of few historic places which is registered within UNESCO and is located, where Hamlet story, by Shakespeare, took place. I wonder why a British playwright and poet should write the story of a Danish prince! I asked Anne but she had no idea!
So we spent an awful amount of time in there. We went room to room and story by story, learning so much about Danish Royal Family! That was a very nice time.

(Photo: Kornborg Citadel on the coast of Denmark just few miles from Sweden)

From Fundamentalism to Capitalism

I and A. J. went to a financial institution in Downtown Vancouver for a loan. We talked to the guys for a few minutes, gave them the documents and left. The office was by the shore and the finance people had a very nice view of harbour, mountains and everything.
A. J. started complaining right after that. He was talking about his big house which has been bought 3 years ago. He explained to me that when someone borrows money from a financial institution or a bank to buy a property, he or she has to pay the interest, firstly and finishes it up and then his real instalment starts! This is actually a very simple presentation of what the banks do to buyers. A. J. said that even he didn’t know the complex mortgage system of the banks after years of construction and dealing with financial institutions and banks!
He said that after 3 years he just had paid off $2000 of his property price! The rest is interest. I guess he and everybody else has a long way to go. Paying $3000 monthly to own a house which is waiting for $450,000 more, takes 12.5 years, if I’m not wrong. I guess he gave me wrong information because his house worth more than $900,000 now but having the mentioned calculation, his path will be much longer than that.
I could buy a house or apartment shortly after I landed in Canada because I was employed in a month but I didn’t because I didn’t like my job and wanted always to get something that I enjoying it. It never happened, not even now and may never happen but my property could have been doubled even tripled by now. On the other hand I never forget the time that I was unemployed. What would happen if it took longer? I could prevent losing the home but it was hard, that’s for sure, even harder than survival with no job or accepting shitty works with low pays and hanging out with idiots and morons.
I never told A. J. that it was made by him but have told him that this is capitalism and this is how the society is ran. They empty your pocket in any possible way that they are able to. We actually are people who ran away from fundamentalism and are in the hands of capitalism now. It’s a little easier to deal with the second one, if you know how to.

Flashback (15): Bear and Girl

As I mentioned before in earlier post I lived in the basement of a fucking Uzbek family, the guy who used to be a principal. I had a several problems with that family because they just did whatever they wanted but there’s no point to mention that time of turmoil here.
We had a very friendly relationship at the beginning but the more we went through, the more complex the situation was. I remember once the guy I call him here W. W. asked me to join him for an afternoon walk. His house is located in a nice neighbourhood by Fish Creek Provincial Park. So he ordered me to drive him to the park that day and I had to obey because after all he was my landlord and besides he was an elder friend whom must be respected and obeyed all the time, in their culture and ours, of course.
Anyhow I was driving down the road and passed a local pub. You know how local bars advertise: ¢10 wings, Happy hour, $1.5 jar of bear and so on. This pub has Bar and Grill written on the window which was read Bear and Girl by W. W.! I felt that he wanted to go to that bar to taste a Western evening and enjoy himself regardless the fact that he was a religious guy – moderate of course – married and has 5 boys!. But I disappointed him by continue on driving and not talking about that even once again.
Tensions gradually escalated which eventually ended to my occupation. What drove him crazy was me not visiting him in a hospital after a serious injury of him which made his right hand almost paralyzed. He got laid off of his job and I don’t think he is ever able to use his right hand again. They bothered me so much that when I heard what had happened to him, I was happy! He was in a physical pain severely and I added spiritual pain to that too. Suffer moron, suffer you piece of crap. You deserve it.

Trip Coverage, Story 5: Erotic Museum and The Royal Copenhagen

The first day in Copenhagen which I was on my own, Mon. Jan.21, I went to the tourist information today and told the lady over there that I wanted to see the aquarium beside the other attractions in the city centre. She told me that it’s a bit far from the most-seen parts of Copenhagen. It’s funny that I’ve living in B. C. for more than 8 months and never been to Vancouver Aquarium once and wanted to see the Copenhagen’s! So I decided not to go and spend most of my day around. The information lady gave me an illustrated map which spots important buildings of the city, shops, restaurants, attractions, museums, etc. What caught my eye was Erotic Museum in one of the walking streets in Downtown! Downtown in European cities, at least the two ones I spent more than a week in them, Cologne (Köln) and Copenhagen, doesn’t look like a typical Downtown in North America. In a city like Calgary or Toronto you see all the skyscrapers gathered in a few streets located in the centre of the city. You don’t see such a thing in Europe; you actually don’t see many high rises in the cities. European cities are mostly old but beautiful, attractive and historic but at times you see tall buildings, mostly luxury hotels or offices scattered all around the city.
Anyhow I followed the map and found myself in Erotic Museum. I paid 110 DKK as admission! Some $22 Canadian! I was the only one who was visiting the museum at the time! Honestly who the hell in Copenhagen, the city of most beautiful women, spend 110 DKK to see a few posters, sculptures and dildos?! I didn’t know what to expect but whatever was there was not much attractive. As I mentioned, it was all sexual biography of famous people, for instance Adolf Hitler, Carl Marx, world records, sex in nations’ history, photos, and history of pornography and so on. That might not sound so attractive to most of people but it’s OK to me. I once wanted to see the one in New York, now I’ve seen the Danish one first and may see the other one when I go to see Alfa this summer.
Then I was walking in that street till I got to Royal Copenhagen. This super luxury store is a direct seller of a very famous manufacturer of porcelain in Denmark with a great history. The prices are so high that I didn’t even buy the apron I wanted, the cheapest good in the store, probably for almost €25! A. J. had told me that I should do my shopping in Europe and he’s right in a way. But I was out of money! In fact I wanted to have some traveller’s cheque with me but stupid A. J. kept me at job until the morning I flew.
Where were we? I spent almost one hour in there. The main floor is store, so the basement is but in the basement a bit cheaper stuff are sold. The second floor is exhibition. There was a young lady who was doing hand painting. Unless most Danish women who are really pretty and indispensable(!) she was just below average. She told me that the training for this job takes some 4 and a half year! And honestly her work was excellent. Such an amazing work is also be done by Isfahani artists in Iran but no one pays such an extravagant amount of money for their art. The reason is art not admired as it should be Iran. The infrastructure of life is not based properly so not many people appreciate art, literature and so on.
I took a few photos, saw the other parts of the museum, talked to the other women and left the store eventually, without spending money.

(Photo: This single hand-painted plate is priced DKK 12000 which is almost $ 2400!)

Mission: Impossible, Extended

I don’t watch CBC that much I used to back to the time I used to live in Calgary because now I have cable TV and different channels so why would I limit myself to the 3 or 4 stations?
Nevertheless last week I was watching The National and it was said that the mission to Afghanistan is extended for two more years. Canadian Forces were supposed to live Afghanistan in Feb. of ’09 but the parliament voted for extension. It’s said that both the Liberals and the Conservatives (the current Government) vote in favour of extension. NATO also was supposed to have a meeting in Bucharest to discuss the Afghanistan mission and the possibility of sending more troops to the conflict region of south, after that but I have no news on that matter. 80 members of Canadian Forces have lost their lives so far in Afghanistan but not much progress has been made.
An Afghan was shown on TV, talking about the mission. He said that the extension was good but the strategy should have been changed which is right I guess. There’s no doubt that CF is only there because the US want them to be and they can’t refuse as a ally of the States but if no change is being made in that country, what’s the point?
After all it’s good news for me because I have CF as one of my opportunities! I don’t care if I get killed. I just don’t want to get disabled, that’s it. I contacted CF recruiting office in Vancouver last week regarding my Navy position application and the officer lady over there said that I had to be patient. She said that it was only a year. “It might take 2 years, 3 years” She added! She said that I could give her a call in 6 months! Who the hell knows what will happen in a year or two? I might not be physically fit to suit the job. But the reality is I can keep myself healthy and fit up to that time if I really want to join the Navy.
I talked to FF in that regard once and she said that while I have to keep position in progress, a separated-married life is not a good one. She’s right. I have to study harder and also work harder in order to be able to find a good career.

(Photo: Caskets of fallen Canadian soldiers waiting to be sent home)