Is there a difference between being ignorant and simply not knowing? I guess it is otherwise they wouldn't have invented and spread the word.
Who are they. Those who stay (or better said walk) ahead of us. Those who had more time and motivation to read and understand than any of this planet. Living in Europe for one thousand years and constantly rejected because of looking different and having a different culture they tried and in the end succeeded in overcoming the locals mostly by understanding their weaknesses.
When i was in High School or whatever that was (High School for me, kinda of strange, circus with a trained animal for them) i had this class and one time roommate who read a book every day. He tried to put me through the same rhythm. Was he trying to make me one of them? Didn't have the same motivation. I was born from a simple and lazy breed. Couldn't keep the pace. Though endowed by nature with memory and some intelligence i was simply not one of them.
Didn't have time yet to look at my pace through the curricula for High School students or how it was called back then in the XIX century Hungary. I bet the list was long and rich and contained readings in Latin and Greek and philosophers and stuff. Back then in all Europe High School was something and everybody who passed through it had to have a number of readings impossible to imagine in today's world where football is way more important.
I was thinking at what i just wrote for days however did not have time to research or develop. So i will quit this subject leaving these paragraphs as note because i have something way more practical and important to write about. But not before bringing a memory from an exam in High School. Half way through or from second to third year we had an exam (the rung as they called it back then). It was quite a formality and almost everybody was passing it and to me at least was not meant as an exam but it happened and it just crossed my mind...
(The Hindu religion has defined a number of different types of hell. How is it called the one when one stays and remembers everything he had done so far and reevaluates all his life thinking of how it should have been if he knew this and that?)
So at the exam i had to answer the question. Which element of the two, Silicon and Germanium is more spread on the surface of the Earth? Coincidentally, not because of studying which i didn't, i knew the answer. It was Silicon. So i got a good point answering that. (Now i'm also convinced the teacher knew i knew the answer).
So i will quit now these silly memories or let them rest to write something really important about silicon. So important everybody needs to know about it. Cause we can't rely on nobody when it comes to our health even if the problems concerns us all as a society. Cause it seems like the known leaders are determined or hell bent to constantly go forward and leave us to our own ignorance.
As already stated above silicon is more spread in nature then germanium (that question was about these two elements used as semiconductors) now i'm concerned about silicon in a more general way. So how spread is silicon in nature, on Earth and in Universe? According to Wikipedia:
Silicon is the eighth most common element in the universe by mass, but very rarely occurs as the pure element in the Earth's crust. It is most widely distributed in dusts, sands, planetoids, and planets as various forms of silicon dioxide (silica) or silicates. Over 90% of the Earth's crust is composed of silicate minerals, making silicon the second most abundant element in the Earth's crust (about 28% by mass) after oxygen.
So it's not only the Silicon Valley. We all live on a Silicon Planet. What's important about? We are ignoring it. Should we? Probably, cause we have better things to do all day than remember what is the ground we step made of. But at least from time to time, at important holidays, i don't know, once a year we should remember. Maybe more than others we should have a Silicon Day to remember and celebrate.
Purest silicon in crystal form with almost no other elements in it. We all know, in crucibles at a very tightly controlled temperature they grow bars made of one crystal only which then they cut in discs or wafers as they call them which are further cut in chips and used to make circuits at the heart of any gadget today. Where do they take that silicon from? Not from the beaches where silicon in sand is mixed with other stuff. They quarry it from places where is purest so they would start from there with further refining it.
The grayest the sand on the beach the more silicon in it. And now i'm getting closer to the more interesting part or the health related one.
Is sand on the beach dangerous to health?
For that i will try to bring first the facts about inhaling dust. I saw lungs are very tough organs. There are people who smoke for decades, of whom the lungs change color and become scarred and sickened and still work for oxygenating the blood until those guys die some even from other diseases which may or not be related.
One thing lungs do to keep (us) functioning. Eliminate dust. They have these tiny vibrating hairs inside which are oriented towards the air when flowing outside. Anything that gets in there need to be eliminated otherwise in about several days to weeks or month, i don't know, i'm just guessing, the lungs will be simply filled with dust. Cause there is (unfortunately) dust is in any kind of air we breath, except that in the middle of the Ocean or in a clean room.
(How ironic is to live on the coast of the biggest ocean with wind blowing mostly from that direction and still breath polluted air?)
Anyways. Anybody have ever asked themselves what happens to the dust after it gets eliminated from lungs, probably mixed with moist mucus? It's very simple, it gets into your esophagus, stomach and if an insoluble mineral gets eliminated from your body together with undigested food.
Back to the beaches. On the beaches where wind and waves constantly grind the sand the grains become smaller and smaller until the smallest will eventually fly away and mix with soil or turn into clay at some distance. But the grinding with self under wind or wave action means the grains, big or small are rounded. This is natural dust. Sand or silica dust we have to inhale anywhere if we leave on the surface of the Earth is rounded because it went through this natural grinding process. Same goes for any other type of natural mineral dust. Rounded mineral dust particles will give you no problems to eliminate from lungs and digestive tract. Because we are adapted or built for it.
Silicon or silica naturally is not an absorbent mineral. No stable mineral is absorbent because in most natural occurrences i solid. But processed in some very interesting ways they can make it porous silicon, similar with making porous carbon (activated charcoal), so porous water can get trapped inside thus making it absorbent. They make porous absorbent materials out of silicon because it's cheap and chemically stable and suitable for the job. But is very brittle because it's like an open cell foam with tiny walls fro the cells.
What else is made of silica. Glass. Glass is also made of purified silica sand but is not crystalline. What is a crystal and what is not. Can read further i'm not going to go into this right now.
(There are numerous discussions on the web whether glass is actually more a frozen liquid then solid. Frozen seem not the right term since frozen water is also in crystal form.)
Ceramics are partially melted clay that is partially made of silica particles that once were sand and dust.
Anyways. What else is made of silicon or silica. Mineral insulation that is actually made of solidified basaltic lava that has mostly silicon but other materials like iron or calcium in it. It first occurred in nature though very rare. They found i don't know where in South America natural flying fibers made of solidified lava when hot lava was exposed to high winds. Mixed with other minerals, mainly silica, it was the (terrible) idea for making fibers that are now used as thermal insulation when building houses.
The fiber mineral insulation is not what insulates. What insulates is the air that is trapped within. Air is insulating if not moving. If the outer walls where empty inside like the inner ones (talking about Levi-town style buildings that are commonly found only in the US) air would circulate and exchange heat. The mineral fibers are meant to trap the air so it won't move.
So they found these lava fibers and thought about and combined with the only known way of making cheap fibers out of melted stuff. Cotton candy. Lava which is solidified material that had been melted inside Earth for eons is homogeneous enough to be remelted and turned into fibers in machine similar with cotton candy machines only difference being higher temperature. Though the thickness of the fibers cannot be controlled in the end it looks just like cotton candy though way more brittle and way less yummy. (If you don't believe me take a 5 minutes trip into your attic with loose mineral wool (wool-rock as they call it) on top of the roof (and step only on beams if you don't want to fall inside).
For some is the golden fleece. I mean you quarry lava, melt it and make cotton candy out of it and sell it to big kids. The cost is mostly the heat to melt it. Dirt cheap or lava cheap mineral insulation is gold for some and hell for all the others.
Cause when you live in such a house at any vibration the brittle mineral fibers will break further and the tiniest pieces will find their ways through cracks or nail holes inside your breathing space.
Also the absorbent silica used for pet boxes or in mechanics' shops. Melted silica cooled with water i don't know i forgot the process (also a cheap one of course) becomes very porous with room for water and oil an stuff. But that material is also very brittle and when it breaks it turns, as insulation dust, into sharp dust that can be inhaled accidentally.
Though your body was build to inhale continuously and tolerate and eliminate round dust particles, when sharp particles end into your stomach and intestine the troubles begin. But they never end because you will live in that house and use that litter box forever.
Thursday, July 27, 2017
Thursday, July 13, 2017
The Lists
These lists contain only links, none of the pictures where uploaded by me but they are downloaded into you computer from the various sites when you browse the list. To verify this you can click on the links that start with http and are written with smaller underlined blue letters. Once opened a picture you can read in the browser in the upper left corner the web address of the actual location of the picture. More than that, if you click on the names written and underlined in blue with larger fonts next to their pictures you get a full google images search on their name, search that most of the times includes the pictures chosen for comparison. For each comparison there is the official name and picture on the left and usually two of the actor with his/her name on the right.
Aceste liste conțin doar link-uri, nici una din fotografii nu a fost încărcată de mine, ele sunt descărcate în calc. dvs. în momentul când accesați listele de pe diferitele site-uri. Pentru a verifica puteți face click pe link-urile respective care încep cu htttp... și sunt scrise cu litere albastre mai mici. Odată deschisă o fotografie puteți citi în căsuța de adresă a browser-ului adresa web a fotografiei respective adică unde se află ea. Mai mult decât atât dacă se face clic pe numele scrise și subliniate cu albastru se obține o cătuare google de imagini pe numele respectiv care de cele mai multe ori include și fotografiile alese de mine pentru comparație. Pentru fiecare comparație numele și fotografia oficială a personajului public este în stânga și de obicei două fotografii și numele actorului în dreapta.
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1G0uc3ogv0U5zDhb9GIBDZCCXVTGwDLKM0dNKQTyJ3qI/pubhtml
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1DffXFRzr5t6Ue19JgGTQznRNW7oIkICTZzeSvlE-CSA/pubhtml
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Z8SLYvFoAPH6yxsRV0iWf7Amt2WpTuE2eBQ6EMVVI4o/pubhtml
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Us5v7qjDC_3C71fZQd994uR-0rP39oavUMkoU9SP50c/pubhtml
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1LTd9KISSo7o4W1rHMB_6DNUkEefWDgln8EIx_nZH-3Q/pubhtml
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1uTJAWD489F89j471IdEYRxIqV3V4I1n3RpeRuy5GHgg/pubhtml
Aceste liste conțin doar link-uri, nici una din fotografii nu a fost încărcată de mine, ele sunt descărcate în calc. dvs. în momentul când accesați listele de pe diferitele site-uri. Pentru a verifica puteți face click pe link-urile respective care încep cu htttp... și sunt scrise cu litere albastre mai mici. Odată deschisă o fotografie puteți citi în căsuța de adresă a browser-ului adresa web a fotografiei respective adică unde se află ea. Mai mult decât atât dacă se face clic pe numele scrise și subliniate cu albastru se obține o cătuare google de imagini pe numele respectiv care de cele mai multe ori include și fotografiile alese de mine pentru comparație. Pentru fiecare comparație numele și fotografia oficială a personajului public este în stânga și de obicei două fotografii și numele actorului în dreapta.
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1G0uc3ogv0U5zDhb9GIBDZCCXVTGwDLKM0dNKQTyJ3qI/pubhtml
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1DffXFRzr5t6Ue19JgGTQznRNW7oIkICTZzeSvlE-CSA/pubhtml
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Z8SLYvFoAPH6yxsRV0iWf7Amt2WpTuE2eBQ6EMVVI4o/pubhtml
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Us5v7qjDC_3C71fZQd994uR-0rP39oavUMkoU9SP50c/pubhtml
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1LTd9KISSo7o4W1rHMB_6DNUkEefWDgln8EIx_nZH-3Q/pubhtml
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1uTJAWD489F89j471IdEYRxIqV3V4I1n3RpeRuy5GHgg/pubhtml
Friday, July 7, 2017
Another Walk at the Refuge
It's early July and it looks like the weather is delayed like by a month or so it's so weird, the artificial wetland area has been emptied, some Himalayan blackberries are in bloom and others are almost ripe. And the smell of smoke and lavender. Click on any picture to go full size or wheel click for maximum.
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
蛇 日
There is a small minority in Romania east of Sucian Alps (Roman name for Carpathian Mountains) called "ceangu" in Romanian, (pronounced changu). They speak a language that is not mutually inteligible with Magyar, though they were claims they are also Magyars and attempts to magyarize them (and this song is an example).
My idea is Magyars came from Nepal where to this day there is a Magar population and settled as one of the last outposts of the silk road, during and after Roman times and they might be more culturally related with Magyars than with the surrounding population though in more than one thousand years they exchanged much of the genetic materials with Romanians which were all around.
They have this very interesting ancient balad about a yellow snake and a young man that had his hand swallowed by the snake (song posted below has been re-written in Magyar).
Could it be about a yellow snake or even yellow river. https://translate.google.com/#zh-CN/hu/%E8%9B%87
https://youtu.be/T8SaaNlkNW4?t=1m23s
"The Tang captured the vital route through the Gilgit Valley from Tibet in 722, lost it to the Tibetans in 737, and regained it under the command of the Goguryeo-Korean General Gao Xianzhi.
While the Turks were settled in the Ordos region (former territory of the Xiongnu), the Tang government took on the military policy of dominating the central steppe."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silk_Road#Tang_dynasty_reopens_the_route
Unlike any other European language, modern day Magyar language has mixed elements of Turkic and Chinese language and is also related to Sumerian (like Turkish is) and also to Japanese. Sumerian. https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B-ShIhkErMIPU2N3WGl5TGh4Y1U
https://www.google.com/search?q=silk+road&source=lnms&tbm=isch
The presence of Magyars, Changu and Shekelies in Eastern Europe caught in the middle of existing European populations was not a true migration. Instead they where traders and mercenaries, an elite that moved to form outposts on the silk road and were trained in building outposts, resisting and living for extended periods of times without always having contact with their motherland. After silk road was shut down contact ceased at least in the territory of present day Romania, around 900 they could not survive and gathered from all outposts and started raiding adjacent areas until they finally made a deal with Holy Roman Empire, catolicized and settled in roughly the territory of present day Hungary with pockets of minorities in all surrounding countries.
Since they had no agricultural skills all they could do was coral the local population in the space of Carpathian Mountains, roughly present day Transylvania (now part of Romania) by placing the bulk of their numbers at the west or the border with Holy Roman Empire or Panonia or Tisza valley (left on this map) where they where no mountains and smaller numbers in the mountains (slightly different population of Shekelies) and catching the Romanians in the middle which were turned into slave laborarers. Today the situation has changed to the opposite, with 1-2 million Shekelies caught in the middle or Romania and surrounded by Romanians. Rest is... official history.
My idea is Magyars came from Nepal where to this day there is a Magar population and settled as one of the last outposts of the silk road, during and after Roman times and they might be more culturally related with Magyars than with the surrounding population though in more than one thousand years they exchanged much of the genetic materials with Romanians which were all around.
They have this very interesting ancient balad about a yellow snake and a young man that had his hand swallowed by the snake (song posted below has been re-written in Magyar).
Could it be about a yellow snake or even yellow river. https://translate.google.com/#zh-CN/hu/%E8%9B%87
https://youtu.be/T8SaaNlkNW4?t=1m23s
"The Tang captured the vital route through the Gilgit Valley from Tibet in 722, lost it to the Tibetans in 737, and regained it under the command of the Goguryeo-Korean General Gao Xianzhi.
While the Turks were settled in the Ordos region (former territory of the Xiongnu), the Tang government took on the military policy of dominating the central steppe."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silk_Road#Tang_dynasty_reopens_the_route
Unlike any other European language, modern day Magyar language has mixed elements of Turkic and Chinese language and is also related to Sumerian (like Turkish is) and also to Japanese. Sumerian. https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B-ShIhkErMIPU2N3WGl5TGh4Y1U
This map from the times of Marco Polo (1254-1324) is the last one with an outpost close to present day Romania.
Since they had no agricultural skills all they could do was coral the local population in the space of Carpathian Mountains, roughly present day Transylvania (now part of Romania) by placing the bulk of their numbers at the west or the border with Holy Roman Empire or Panonia or Tisza valley (left on this map) where they where no mountains and smaller numbers in the mountains (slightly different population of Shekelies) and catching the Romanians in the middle which were turned into slave laborarers. Today the situation has changed to the opposite, with 1-2 million Shekelies caught in the middle or Romania and surrounded by Romanians. Rest is... official history.
Friday, June 23, 2017
What is Your Name?
I first fell in love when i was 5 i guess. She was standing with her aunt across the Street, at number 235 where i was living in the west area of Câmpulung. I remember she had thin legs and cute face with dark hair and blue eyes. German name, her father was a bus driver. I was always riding next to the driver in front of the bus and even before i was in school i knew what clutch and brakes are. They were 3 buses in town doing rounds every 20 minutes. Couldn't keep my eyes off of what drivers where doing. (My mother said i was riding the side of my cradle figuring a motorcycle imitating my father.) Figuring i was shifting gears, and especially hitting the gas pedal. But that is a different story. I was once at around 5 in a big milk cistern at a cooling station taking a ride back home from some relatives in the "country side" (they didn't have self refrigerating cisterns back then, don't know if they have them now). Country side Câmpulung itself is nothing but a 14 km or more (hence the name LOL) with farms and three industrial companies built by the communists including the milk powder factory across the street with the small airport finished by the Swiss in 1960, the year i was born. So i was alone in the cabin, the cistern started to move by itself backwards like on a slight grade and i knew i should have pressed the brakes, the pedal in middle but i was afraid of what the driver was going to say. And here he came running and stopped the cistern. Then i told him. Should i have pressed the brakes? And he made some big eyes towards me.
(But that big mustache on that always smiling round face of her father could have been Hungarian as well. Who would know back then when there was nothing like the internet today. She ended in Germany anyways, i saw her years later in a vacation driving around with a local guy in in a gold Datsun. I even got to talk to her and all i could ask her was about judo, if they had training places in Germany and she said she was actually going to some and i got literally blocked by her answer. Much shorter story).
I was classmate with her in the third grade at School Nr.3. Cause the other grades i spent in a different school, Nr.1 where i fell in love with a different girl.
I was 7 and it was instant or the first day of school of that September 1967. The area of the courtyard i was in with the boys, and she was in the area with the girls. Cause we instinctively separated. I remember the blue color of her uniform matching perfectly that of her eyes or the sky that day. (But i do have a separate memory of a perfect September without her probably in the 4th grade when i came back from School Nr.3. All the kids with flowers in the first day of School, of many colors under a bright blue sky and a nice temperature.)
Don't tell me it's not possible. I was telling that myself for a long time and it's not true, i'm 56 now and there is no point in hiding. From myself or from others.
I remember all the other kids and i don't remember any of them being in that state. What was wrong with them? It was my only highlight of every day, for years or the happy part and reason of going to school.
I believe i was in the 5th or 6th when she fell ill with pneumonia. Another classmate was dragging me to her place "to keep her updated" with lessons and stuff. Those days they brought at school for us some white baldrics and we were wearing them over the dark blue uniforms figuring police-like agents guarding or guiding the smaller kids in traffic i don't know it seems crazy right now. In the third or fourth day i went in there i remember she looked very red at the face, talking slowly, could have been faked, i don't know, her mother came early from work and put her a thermometer and asked us what we were doing there and then we left.
I once met with her accidentally again in 5 or 6 while we both went to see a movie, an old movie something with ice-skating. We sat next to each other and i kept telling her i believe the ice is covered with water cause it was shining to uniformly. She was wearing a light blue nylon jacket. In the class we all had skates and where skating in the winter, at a different school where they could maintain a small rink on a basketball field i guess in open air with nice mercury lamps at corners.
Don't know how we got to talk this but i remember what she said.
In that summer just she told me literally "she would prefer to be friends with anybody else including the school's gypsy than me" (don't want to name the guy but she named him). In front of so many kids i never dared to talk to her alone ever again. And even if i did, after many years, i just could never find the right words.
Or the long hours spent at Cine-club, the after school kids club. Or other activities. Was i in the fourth grade when we went together with my mother, two instructors, others at a film festival for children in Sibiu, the town where Nicu Ceaușescu was in charge years after. Then and there in an evening we danced (I call it in my mind first and last dance with Mary-Jane cause that's whose her name or close).
Cause at the end if 5th i was sent to Hamburg, Germany for three weeks. I wrote about it in a post linked below. We also might have appeared together in short films or pictures who knows. Was it before when i was playing the accordion with the instructor and other kids from our school and other school in a small traditional orchestra when she told me some words of appreciation to which i never could answer. Why am i writing all these. It's not a very pleasant story and some might find details matching their own. Pretty sad all these i guess.
And the teacher at school. I believe she tried to hook us up right after i came from Germany. One summer afternoon she called us at school just me and her and some kids again from the "country side" and we played the kissing game, the one two kids stand back to back and turn their heads and if the direction matches they kiss but i missed. Later she told me she tried to tip me with her elbow but i didn't realize.
Also in summers we would go hiking in the mountains nearby with her, i remember one particular occasion in the 4th grade when after cooking a meal at a fire we separated, most kids went one direction, me and the teacher and two other girls from a different class in other, me carrying the tent that was pretty heavy, maybe 20 pounds and not feeling tired or even high.
Here come some interesting facts. Starting around 6th grade we had as math, drawing and class master teacher a woman who looked like Elizabeth Taylor. Among many other things, a Dame of the British Empire who might even not be dead cause i thought i saw her years after in a parking lot at Fred Meyer in Beaverton a couple o years ago. 8 March on 7th grade. Some kid at school came with the idea girls must be sprinkled with perfume. So all boys bought some cheap cologne and started sprinkling the girls. Can't remember exactly what happened but i remember feeling dizzy or high when i got home that day. One spring they were many (European) cockchafers. So many we could just pick them from the new asphalt side-walk near the furniture and milk powder factories as they were hitting again the newly installed mercury vapor lights. I gather a jar of them, can't remember what happened i think i fed them to the chickens in the yard.
They were some other kids in the area from other schools. Some of them kept telling me about the "dust of cantharidae" and its properties. I think i might have repeated it in front of others at school.
One early spring (we had a snow fight and built a snowman) some of the class went to a colleague, her bench-mate (we sat by two), early years a boy and a girl chosen by the teacher, later by our own choice, boy and boy and girl and girl. I just remembered in the first years she sat with a boy whose father i came recently to realize it resembled Kurt Waldheim, ex-president of Austria and Secretary of UN. So we went to that birthday party and all ate some cake. Don't know if it was the same spring when we sprinkled cologne on girls. Or the same (7th grade) when the boys all went to some brand new metal shop in a brand new Silviculture (specialty) High School and learned how to and built a compass and a square out of 5 mm sheet metal (real, functional, in three weeks). But i remember i was in hospital with hepatitis, probably in the spring of same 7th grade when i found out both parents of that birthday girl, her bench-mate, died in a fire while trying to seal their basement with hot asphalt.
I remember that teacher resembling Liz Taylor, Mme Șuhani (pronounced shoo-hunny) during drawing classes she would walk silent (during math classes she would always read from a big book and in those years Liz made an(other) horrible movie in Italy so we know at least she was there and probably learned some basic Italian which is closest related to Romanian in pronunciation, lexis and grammar. So she would walk and stop particularly near a bench when one of the kids with some drawing skills was drawing more interesting stuff than all the others. Years later i saw the same drawing style in the video-clip of the band AHA, Take On Me, together with an identical looking girl, together with here mother, the one serving at that coffee shop.
(My father had a motorcycle, a 350 cc Czechoslovakia made Jawa, red and he would let me ride it at the airport, near the milk factory, for hours, while he was fishing in the river nearby, since i was 10).
Was in that year of the 7th grade when she would come to school looking really sick and tired, with big brown bags under her eyes?
Years later, after High School, i went one evening with many of the old class mate in her house, a duplex, where she had her own room upstairs. We were all waiting the results of the admission test in faculties. Got mine the next day after a drive with my father at Iași.
But it was at the end of grade school my friend and neighbor told me he was at her place upstairs at nights though i did not believe him.
Right at the end of the 7th grade we were all three alone in the class. Her, me and our colleague Ilie Ceapă. His name means onion in Romanian but it was a Jewish-Hungarian name, Csapo i guess now. He was about the same size, height and weight, both kinda big for our age, almost like adults. We had more than one fight but that day he took a piece of wood from a bench, pretty heavy and tried to hit me in the head, in front of her. I raised my hand and defended myself with the price of a bump on my arm.
Several years later i saw him in a vacation from High School in down-town Câmpulung. He was looking yellow-green in color and showed us a big scar across his belly from recent liver surgery. They were whispering he has beaten by the (communist alright) Police while he was trying to still from the market place for his drinks. He said he cannot drink anymore but weeks or month later i heard he died after trying to have one more shot at a pub (though he was still minor). Her sister came and asked me to take some pictures at the funeral, my grandpa died earlier and he was the photographer of that remote area of town and i went and shut a couple of films, many pictures, and my neighbor and friend pulled one of the films with most pictures out of a camera and destroyed it and i got only a few left which i think i have her.
I remember at the end of the eighth grade a teacher asked us where we wanna go for high school. She said at the Informatics in Cluj and i wanted a professional 3 years school for learning a trade at the closest (telephony) professional school. Then the teacher went mad and told me if me the second best in grades after her would go to a professional school then who would go to a High School, and convinced me in an authoritative phrase like allays then to go to a specialty High School and i chose to go to Iași and the only reason was i wanted to get separated from her cause i could not stand her not paying any attention to me ever.
She went at Cluj and i went at Iași and she didn't take the admission test because she missed a sign in a formula and i did (barely).
I met with her again me in the first year in faculty at Iași, me at Mechanics and her in the second at Computers. Again i got blocked and could not talk anything meaningful to her. Was then when i saw posters put by other students with John Lennon's death. Now i realize she might just have been there for a short scene. A couple more accidental encounters during faculty. Could it be she was not there at all.
1990, the year after revolution. After trying to do what i thought was leading the CAD department at IMU i left as i realized there was no future in doing that in Romania. I went at my wife's company in the IT department so i could do programming which i came to love in accounting and payroll. But there there was again someone who might have been her. I only once had a vague feeling but i was sure she was working in a different city in Romania, in fact i once called her on the phone and talked to her, briefly (first thing i did after i first installed a phone, with much interventions, and that was before 89). But now i remember going to at least one party and at least one time at her place when i met her boyfriend who was looking exactly like the guy from the video AHA, though her not, anymore.
2008. Could it have been her at the entrance of Greenway Park in Beaverton, as sister of Cristina, Angela's friend and ex co-worker, the one who look like Maia Morgenstern? Looking kinda old, she had a compassionate look for Angela and nothing, or barely hidden hate for me.
Around the same year i started to do my first nostalgic searches on the web. I found her as webmaster of a web site of a military aviation school in Romania, where supposedly Nicu Ceaușescu took his flight training. Later i found out the commander of that flight school died with many others including his girlfriend in a crash trying to take of carrying paratroopers in an overloaded AN2 plane during a show. (Days earlier i saw a plane of that type during a trip on Columbia river, before a 4th of July). A big and very slow one engine plane you could not have missed flying over Columbia, i found about the next day in the news what it was.
In the picture first or second grade, me at the left of the teacher with white collar, her at the teacher's right shoulder. The guy who might have been Kurt Waldheim's son first row at the left. The guy who did the drawings who inspired that clip, second from right, smiling. Could the teacher herself might have been Claudia Cardinale. My friend and neighbor, third from left upper, could he be now Mircea Baniciu. Ilie Ceapă could be third from right upper row. I think this picture was done by my adopting grandfather.
Original building of the school. The last 2 or 3 grades we moved to a different building acrross the then new spinning mill down the street. The School name is after his then principal Teodor Darie, who looked much like the Austrian actor Karlheinz Böhm. New building and old available to see on google maps.
The house we moved back from downtown. Totally different fence, siding and roofing, the annexes have been rebuilt and there are more in the back. https://goo.gl/maps/UMmF8Vufhqn Also her house, about 1.2 km east from where i lived. The room upstairs with the open window https://goo.gl/maps/UDNjuJvGEgk
The girl whose parents might have died in that fire at the left. This picture have been done by the guy who looked like Polanski.
The success story of Bunty Bailey. (Bounty of Bela (sau de belea pe românește)).
And the follow ups. Is that the AKAI boombox they brought at one of those parties in 1990?
https://www.google.com/search?q=czechoslovakia+jawa+350+red
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2012/07/c-i-s-v.html
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2014/06/polanski-tate-postelnicu.html
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2012/06/bette-davis-eyes.html
https://www.google.com/search?q=aha+video&source=lnms&tbm=isch
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2013/04/manafu-si-chinezu.html
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2014/10/tehnoton.html
https://www.google.com/search?q=bunty+bailey+90s&source=lnms&tbm=isch
https://www.google.com/search?q=constanta+parasutisti+an2+morti+comandant+boboc
And the first reaction from KGW8 (not KG8W), less than 24 hours. Sorry for the quality of the picture, it was the last seconds of her time slice when i took it and the camera and i was not prepared.
(But that big mustache on that always smiling round face of her father could have been Hungarian as well. Who would know back then when there was nothing like the internet today. She ended in Germany anyways, i saw her years later in a vacation driving around with a local guy in in a gold Datsun. I even got to talk to her and all i could ask her was about judo, if they had training places in Germany and she said she was actually going to some and i got literally blocked by her answer. Much shorter story).
I was classmate with her in the third grade at School Nr.3. Cause the other grades i spent in a different school, Nr.1 where i fell in love with a different girl.
I was 7 and it was instant or the first day of school of that September 1967. The area of the courtyard i was in with the boys, and she was in the area with the girls. Cause we instinctively separated. I remember the blue color of her uniform matching perfectly that of her eyes or the sky that day. (But i do have a separate memory of a perfect September without her probably in the 4th grade when i came back from School Nr.3. All the kids with flowers in the first day of School, of many colors under a bright blue sky and a nice temperature.)
Don't tell me it's not possible. I was telling that myself for a long time and it's not true, i'm 56 now and there is no point in hiding. From myself or from others.
I remember all the other kids and i don't remember any of them being in that state. What was wrong with them? It was my only highlight of every day, for years or the happy part and reason of going to school.
I believe i was in the 5th or 6th when she fell ill with pneumonia. Another classmate was dragging me to her place "to keep her updated" with lessons and stuff. Those days they brought at school for us some white baldrics and we were wearing them over the dark blue uniforms figuring police-like agents guarding or guiding the smaller kids in traffic i don't know it seems crazy right now. In the third or fourth day i went in there i remember she looked very red at the face, talking slowly, could have been faked, i don't know, her mother came early from work and put her a thermometer and asked us what we were doing there and then we left.
I once met with her accidentally again in 5 or 6 while we both went to see a movie, an old movie something with ice-skating. We sat next to each other and i kept telling her i believe the ice is covered with water cause it was shining to uniformly. She was wearing a light blue nylon jacket. In the class we all had skates and where skating in the winter, at a different school where they could maintain a small rink on a basketball field i guess in open air with nice mercury lamps at corners.
Don't know how we got to talk this but i remember what she said.
In that summer just she told me literally "she would prefer to be friends with anybody else including the school's gypsy than me" (don't want to name the guy but she named him). In front of so many kids i never dared to talk to her alone ever again. And even if i did, after many years, i just could never find the right words.
Or the long hours spent at Cine-club, the after school kids club. Or other activities. Was i in the fourth grade when we went together with my mother, two instructors, others at a film festival for children in Sibiu, the town where Nicu Ceaușescu was in charge years after. Then and there in an evening we danced (I call it in my mind first and last dance with Mary-Jane cause that's whose her name or close).
Cause at the end if 5th i was sent to Hamburg, Germany for three weeks. I wrote about it in a post linked below. We also might have appeared together in short films or pictures who knows. Was it before when i was playing the accordion with the instructor and other kids from our school and other school in a small traditional orchestra when she told me some words of appreciation to which i never could answer. Why am i writing all these. It's not a very pleasant story and some might find details matching their own. Pretty sad all these i guess.
And the teacher at school. I believe she tried to hook us up right after i came from Germany. One summer afternoon she called us at school just me and her and some kids again from the "country side" and we played the kissing game, the one two kids stand back to back and turn their heads and if the direction matches they kiss but i missed. Later she told me she tried to tip me with her elbow but i didn't realize.
Also in summers we would go hiking in the mountains nearby with her, i remember one particular occasion in the 4th grade when after cooking a meal at a fire we separated, most kids went one direction, me and the teacher and two other girls from a different class in other, me carrying the tent that was pretty heavy, maybe 20 pounds and not feeling tired or even high.
Here come some interesting facts. Starting around 6th grade we had as math, drawing and class master teacher a woman who looked like Elizabeth Taylor. Among many other things, a Dame of the British Empire who might even not be dead cause i thought i saw her years after in a parking lot at Fred Meyer in Beaverton a couple o years ago. 8 March on 7th grade. Some kid at school came with the idea girls must be sprinkled with perfume. So all boys bought some cheap cologne and started sprinkling the girls. Can't remember exactly what happened but i remember feeling dizzy or high when i got home that day. One spring they were many (European) cockchafers. So many we could just pick them from the new asphalt side-walk near the furniture and milk powder factories as they were hitting again the newly installed mercury vapor lights. I gather a jar of them, can't remember what happened i think i fed them to the chickens in the yard.
They were some other kids in the area from other schools. Some of them kept telling me about the "dust of cantharidae" and its properties. I think i might have repeated it in front of others at school.
One early spring (we had a snow fight and built a snowman) some of the class went to a colleague, her bench-mate (we sat by two), early years a boy and a girl chosen by the teacher, later by our own choice, boy and boy and girl and girl. I just remembered in the first years she sat with a boy whose father i came recently to realize it resembled Kurt Waldheim, ex-president of Austria and Secretary of UN. So we went to that birthday party and all ate some cake. Don't know if it was the same spring when we sprinkled cologne on girls. Or the same (7th grade) when the boys all went to some brand new metal shop in a brand new Silviculture (specialty) High School and learned how to and built a compass and a square out of 5 mm sheet metal (real, functional, in three weeks). But i remember i was in hospital with hepatitis, probably in the spring of same 7th grade when i found out both parents of that birthday girl, her bench-mate, died in a fire while trying to seal their basement with hot asphalt.
I remember that teacher resembling Liz Taylor, Mme Șuhani (pronounced shoo-hunny) during drawing classes she would walk silent (during math classes she would always read from a big book and in those years Liz made an(other) horrible movie in Italy so we know at least she was there and probably learned some basic Italian which is closest related to Romanian in pronunciation, lexis and grammar. So she would walk and stop particularly near a bench when one of the kids with some drawing skills was drawing more interesting stuff than all the others. Years later i saw the same drawing style in the video-clip of the band AHA, Take On Me, together with an identical looking girl, together with here mother, the one serving at that coffee shop.
(My father had a motorcycle, a 350 cc Czechoslovakia made Jawa, red and he would let me ride it at the airport, near the milk factory, for hours, while he was fishing in the river nearby, since i was 10).
Was in that year of the 7th grade when she would come to school looking really sick and tired, with big brown bags under her eyes?
Years later, after High School, i went one evening with many of the old class mate in her house, a duplex, where she had her own room upstairs. We were all waiting the results of the admission test in faculties. Got mine the next day after a drive with my father at Iași.
But it was at the end of grade school my friend and neighbor told me he was at her place upstairs at nights though i did not believe him.
Right at the end of the 7th grade we were all three alone in the class. Her, me and our colleague Ilie Ceapă. His name means onion in Romanian but it was a Jewish-Hungarian name, Csapo i guess now. He was about the same size, height and weight, both kinda big for our age, almost like adults. We had more than one fight but that day he took a piece of wood from a bench, pretty heavy and tried to hit me in the head, in front of her. I raised my hand and defended myself with the price of a bump on my arm.
Several years later i saw him in a vacation from High School in down-town Câmpulung. He was looking yellow-green in color and showed us a big scar across his belly from recent liver surgery. They were whispering he has beaten by the (communist alright) Police while he was trying to still from the market place for his drinks. He said he cannot drink anymore but weeks or month later i heard he died after trying to have one more shot at a pub (though he was still minor). Her sister came and asked me to take some pictures at the funeral, my grandpa died earlier and he was the photographer of that remote area of town and i went and shut a couple of films, many pictures, and my neighbor and friend pulled one of the films with most pictures out of a camera and destroyed it and i got only a few left which i think i have her.
I remember at the end of the eighth grade a teacher asked us where we wanna go for high school. She said at the Informatics in Cluj and i wanted a professional 3 years school for learning a trade at the closest (telephony) professional school. Then the teacher went mad and told me if me the second best in grades after her would go to a professional school then who would go to a High School, and convinced me in an authoritative phrase like allays then to go to a specialty High School and i chose to go to Iași and the only reason was i wanted to get separated from her cause i could not stand her not paying any attention to me ever.
She went at Cluj and i went at Iași and she didn't take the admission test because she missed a sign in a formula and i did (barely).
I met with her again me in the first year in faculty at Iași, me at Mechanics and her in the second at Computers. Again i got blocked and could not talk anything meaningful to her. Was then when i saw posters put by other students with John Lennon's death. Now i realize she might just have been there for a short scene. A couple more accidental encounters during faculty. Could it be she was not there at all.
1990, the year after revolution. After trying to do what i thought was leading the CAD department at IMU i left as i realized there was no future in doing that in Romania. I went at my wife's company in the IT department so i could do programming which i came to love in accounting and payroll. But there there was again someone who might have been her. I only once had a vague feeling but i was sure she was working in a different city in Romania, in fact i once called her on the phone and talked to her, briefly (first thing i did after i first installed a phone, with much interventions, and that was before 89). But now i remember going to at least one party and at least one time at her place when i met her boyfriend who was looking exactly like the guy from the video AHA, though her not, anymore.
2008. Could it have been her at the entrance of Greenway Park in Beaverton, as sister of Cristina, Angela's friend and ex co-worker, the one who look like Maia Morgenstern? Looking kinda old, she had a compassionate look for Angela and nothing, or barely hidden hate for me.
Around the same year i started to do my first nostalgic searches on the web. I found her as webmaster of a web site of a military aviation school in Romania, where supposedly Nicu Ceaușescu took his flight training. Later i found out the commander of that flight school died with many others including his girlfriend in a crash trying to take of carrying paratroopers in an overloaded AN2 plane during a show. (Days earlier i saw a plane of that type during a trip on Columbia river, before a 4th of July). A big and very slow one engine plane you could not have missed flying over Columbia, i found about the next day in the news what it was.
Original building of the school. The last 2 or 3 grades we moved to a different building acrross the then new spinning mill down the street. The School name is after his then principal Teodor Darie, who looked much like the Austrian actor Karlheinz Böhm. New building and old available to see on google maps.
Me in that glorious September with flowers and blue sky when starting 4th grade looking a bit confused after having to move back from School Nr.3 to 1.
The house we moved back from downtown. Totally different fence, siding and roofing, the annexes have been rebuilt and there are more in the back. https://goo.gl/maps/UMmF8Vufhqn Also her house, about 1.2 km east from where i lived. The room upstairs with the open window https://goo.gl/maps/UDNjuJvGEgk
The success story of Bunty Bailey. (Bounty of Bela (sau de belea pe românește)).
https://www.google.com/search?q=czechoslovakia+jawa+350+red
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2012/07/c-i-s-v.html
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2014/06/polanski-tate-postelnicu.html
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2012/06/bette-davis-eyes.html
https://www.google.com/search?q=aha+video&source=lnms&tbm=isch
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2013/04/manafu-si-chinezu.html
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2014/10/tehnoton.html
https://www.google.com/search?q=bunty+bailey+90s&source=lnms&tbm=isch
And the first reaction from KGW8 (not KG8W), less than 24 hours. Sorry for the quality of the picture, it was the last seconds of her time slice when i took it and the camera and i was not prepared.
