Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The suspended firetruck





My housemate had to turn around to get the photos of the suspended firetruck. I'm glad she's generous about sharing. I couldn't find my camera.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Rewards



A reward I give myself after a good day of writing is the walk to the lake. Waves are rare. Yesterday it was more like being at the sea, except the smell of water still had a freshness that salt water does not.



Grafetti with attitude

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The bunny is back








If I HAD to have a car, I would like something like this.

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Two photos

Today we had to go downtown for an errand and of course, we had to eat an Italian buffet which will probably do for dinner and breakfast tomorrow. Two photos caught my eye.



Rafters in a building going back to 1710



Just to prove the Swiss are capable of being really, really tacky, take a gander at bunny buns...a Lindt rabbit to match the match the chocolate normal-sized Easter bunnies for sale. The only sad part that it is not solid chocolate...it's not unsolid chocolate but but merely some kind of balloony material.

Wish it were chocolate, nice black chocolate.

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Refugees

Oh how we danced on the night we were wed
We vowed our true love though word wasn't said

Why is it Eastern block refugees play this, Besa me mucho(sp?) and sometimes Llara theme on the buses. Don't they know any other songs?

Saying that, there are some really good musicians, especially the violinists.

Waiting for the bus in Corsier Port I often end up talking to refugees from the centre where they stay in our village. Last week it was a woman from Senegal with two daughters who are back home with her mom. She was working in Barcelona but the economic crisis ended that.

Then this week a 25-year old from Mali, a carpenter, told me how hard his life had been.

As anywhere there is some resentment of the refugees. People are quick to accuse them of crime (sometimes true) and also because they get better medical insurance free than citizens (also true).

It is hard to distinguish between the political and economical refugees.

I am just aware of how tremendously lucky I was not to be born in anything but a first world situations and given every opportunity possible. My accident of birth was better than their accident of birth.

What is the point?

I'm not sure except I can't help but feel sympathy for those that have not had the good fortune I've had, and I can't begrudge them a few things going their way.

Monday, April 04, 2011

New blog

http://breastisyettocome.blogspot.com/

Although I am not happy for the reason, I do have a new blog site. If I have to go through the experience at least I can get some good words about it. Once a writer, always a writer.