Marti. Mardi. Tuesday.

Azi e marti 26 Aprilie 2011. Dar nu este o marti ca oricare alta zi de marti.

Martea asta este Luni!

Pentru ca Lunea asta a fost duminica, in Berna, a fost cea mai minunata zi de Luni-Duminica de pana acum. Am participat la manifestarea Pacii, la piata de Paste pentru dezarmarea mondiala. Cu batrani, copii, maturi, adolescenti, baieti si fete de toate rasele, din toate colturile lumii. A fost culoare si lumina si pace si dans si muzica frumoasa, din suflet. This is how Easter in Bern is!

Mi-a placut mult Elvetia. O sa mai merg. Data viitoare in Laussane sau in Zurich, o sa revin cu poze din minunabila Berna.

A fost un Paste special, primul Paste petrecut cu El.

Hristos a inviat!

PS : o sa revin cu poze!

spring

I am tired! My head is spinning me around myself, patients are hunting me...I need a break from all the real life. And now here comes the FUN, FUN, FUN, SUCH FUNnnnn...





Am decis ca merit o mini vacanta in Elvetia. Asa ca maine imi iau iubitul de mana si ne aventuram in capitala Elvetiei, Berna!


Vine Pastele dar parca anul asta nu l-am simtit :( Din pacate. Pastele este sarbatoarea mea preferata. Un prilej imens de bucurie, de reintoarcere catre mine si catre cer. Dar anul asta am fost departe si ma simt departe. Dar nu ma plang, ci vreau sa multumesc. Vreau sa ii multumesc Celui dintre nori pentru toate sansele pe care mi le-a oferit in viata, pentru familia mea imperfect de perfecta, pentru meseria minunata pe care o am, pentru ca am in viata mea oameni minunati.



Norocul nu vine daca nu il chemi. Trebuie sa iti doresti cu adevarat un lucru ca sa il capeti. Dar sa iti doresti asa; cu ardoare. Si minunea se va intampla. Trebuie sa avem incredere in noi si in El.

Pastele asta vine cu o schimbare. Stagiul meu de adictologie se termina la sfarsitul lunii ( am intalnit aici oameni speciali si am invatat enorm de multe lucruri utile de la pacientii mei si de ceilalti doctori) si eu ma mut in nord; in Wissembourg, la granita cu Germania, pentru stagiul de medicina interna ( urmatoarele 6 luni din viata mea). E MINUNAT! Atat de mult mi-am dorit sa fac medicina interna si sa mer intr-un orasel frumos. Si dorinta mi s-a implinit. Iti multumesc!

Iar iubitul meu e aici. As vrea sa nu mai plece. Vreau sa avem o casa si un labrador!!!


















Photos from here.

the road

'"To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north Never to be caught To the south to the south My time is running out.

Ever since my childhood I've been scared I've been afraid Of being trapped by circumstance and staying in one place So I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored Somewhere secret somewhere safe And somewhere close to the door
Well I've traveled many countries I've washed my feet in many seas
I've drunk with drifters in Vienna and with punks in old dc
And I've driven across deserts driven by the irony That only being shackled to the the road could ever I be free
Chorus
To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out

I've felt old before my time but now I keep the age away By burning up the miles and yeah by filling up my days
And the nights a thousand nights I've played
And a thousand more to go
Before I take a breath and steal myself
For the next one thousand shows.

Chorus
To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out

Yes so saddle up your horses now and keep your powder dry
Cause the truth is you won't be here long
Yeah soon your going to die
To the heart, to the heart there's no time for you to waste
You wont find your precious answers now by staying in one place
Yeah by giving up the chase.

Chorus
To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out
To the south to the south
My time is running out
To the south to the south
My time is running out

I face the horizon everywhere I go
I face the horizon the horizon is my home
I face the horizon everywhere I go
I face the horizon the horizon is my home ."



"Well I guess I should confess that I am starting to get old
All the latest music fads all passed me by and left me cold
All the kids are talking slang I won't pretend to understand
All my friends are getting married, mortagages and pension plans
And it's obvious my angry adolescent days are done
And I'm happy and I'm settled in the person I've become
But that doesn't mean I'm settled up and sitting out the game
Time may change alot but some things may stay the same

And I won't sit down And I won't shut up And most of all I will not grow up
And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I yeah I won't grow up

Oh maturity's a wrapped up package deal so it seems
And ditching teenage fantasy means ditching all your dreams
All your friends and peers and family solomnly tell you you will
Have to grow up be an adult yeah be bored and unfulfilled
Oh when no ones yet explained to me exactly what's so great About slaving 50 years away on something that you hate, about meekly shuffling down the path of mediocrity Well if that's your road then take it but it's not the road for me
And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up
And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I yeah I won't grow up
And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up."

And if all you ever do with your life
Is photosynthesize
Then you deserve every hour of these sleepless nights
That you spend wondering when you're gonna die

Now I'll play and you sing
The perfect way for the evening to begin
Now I'll play and you sing
The perfect way for the evening to begin

And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all yeah I won't grow up
And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up
And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up ."

my baby just cares for me

a venit El! si, deodata, totul este iluminat. zbor,zbor,zbor prin firele verzi de iarba, printre magnoliile inflorite, printre lalele si printre miile de flori inflorite aici. Franta e in plina stare de Primavara. este frumos, cald, bine, liniste. e sigur. azi plecam in expeditie la Strasbourg, pana duminica o sa vanam muzee, libelule, antichitati, verde si vaporase. iei!

:) :) :* he makes my heart smile!

http://youtu.be/f-vFZ7cSSZ8

walk this way...

Ieiiiiiiiiiiii, inca 3 zile si vine El!!! Happy,happy,happy!

zburam...

R.E.M. – Uberlin Lyrics

Hey now, take your pills and
Hey now, make your breakfast
Hey now, comb your hair and off to work
Crash land, no illusions, no collision, no intrusion
My imagination runs away

I know, I know, I know what I am chasing
I know, I know, I know that this is changing me

I am flying on a star into a meteor tonight
I am flying on a star, star, star
I will make it through the day
And then the day becomes the night
I will make it through the night

Hey now, take the U-Bahn, five stops, change the station
Hey now, don’t forget that change will save you
Hey now, count a thousand-million people, that’s astounding
Chasing through the city with their stars on bright

I know, I know, I know what I am chasing
I know, I know, I know that this is changing me

I am flying on a star into a meteor tonight
I am flying on a star, star, star
I will make it through the day
And then the day becomes the night
I will make it through the night

I don’t mind repeating, I am not complete
I have never been the gifted type
Hey, man, tell me something, are you off to somewhere?
Do you want to go with me tonight?

I know, I know, I know that this is changing
We walk the streets to feel the ground I’m chasing: ÜBerlin

I am flying on a star into a meteor tonight
I am flying on a star, star, star
I will make it through the day
And then the day and then the day becomes the night
I will make it through the night

R.E.M. – Uberlin Lyrics

coca vs cocaina

Azi am primit un articol foarte interesant despre istoria cocainei. Este vorba despre un articol publicat in periodicul "Courier international", editia 31 Martie- 6 Aprilie 2011.

Articolul incepe asa :

" A bas la cocaïne, vive l'Evocaïne!"
De la conquête espagnole à la guerre contre les drogues, Jorge Hurtado Gumucio, le fondateur du musée de la Coca à la Paz, raconte la diabolisation de la plante chère aux Indiens des Andes.

"La baza cocaina; traiasca evocaina!"
De la cucerirea de catre spanioli pana la razboiul contra drogurilor, Jorge Hurtado Gumucio, fondatorul Muzeului Cocainei din La Paz, povesteste denigrarea plantei atat de draga indienilor din Anzi.

Totul a inceput in Bolivia; acum 4200 de ani. Ca de obicei, raul a venit din Europa, odata cu conchistadorii spanioli, care nu s-au multumuit sa cucereasca si sa "civilizeze" numai locurile ci si sufletele bastinasilor. Au pus incet incet stapanire si pe visele lor. Iar ceea ce era o planta medicinala cu traditie si eficacitate dovedita de mii de ani a devenit un rau absolut; datorita germanilor.

Frunzele de coca erau utilizate acum 4200 de ani de catre toti membrii societatii boliviene, in cantitati mici, era un mod de socializare. Inofensiv, erau consumate cantitati mici de frunza de coca. Apoi au venit spaniolii. Care au interzis consumul de coca, deoarece facilita "erezia" iar Biserica Catolica nu putea accepta asa. Spaniolii au deschis mine in care lucrau, bineinteles, bolivieni. Numai ca fara aportul zilnic de coca acestia nu rezistau la munca sustinuta si conditiile inumane de lucru din mine. Asa ca a fost autorizat consumul de coca doar de catre mineri! Dar in cantitati mult mai mari decat cele consumate in mod uzual. Astfel s-au observat alte efecte ale consumului de coca. Acum putem vorbi de primul switch : de la coca la cocaina ( nu sunt acelasi lucru).

Coca : stimulantul prezent natural in frunza de coca se numeste ecgonina si are efecte de energizare, usor euforice.

Cocaina : clorhidrat de ecgonina, aceleasi efecte ca si ecgonina + iritabilitate!

Putem trai cu 100 g de coca/zi : contine vitamine si minerale de care organismul are nevoie. Bineinteles, acestea nu se regasesc in cocaina.

In spatele cocainei se ascunde o poveste fascinanta, povestea cocainei, povestea bolivienilor care inca mai cred ( spre deosebire de europeeni) ca "No todo lo que es oro brilla"( nu tot ceea ce este aur straluceste). O poveste despre cum, a mia oara de-a lungul istoriei, civilizatia europeana a reusit sa distruga sufletul si speranta unei natiuni.



Spunem ca inchizitia nu mai exista dar ea este prezenta printre noi. Un mic exemplu : in Franta s-a votat o lege prin care toate companiile non farmaceutice, homeopate, vor fi inchise. La ce buna medicina naturista cand aveam o paleta colorata minunat de medicamente 100% chimice? Veniti, gustati, cumparati, prima doza este gratuita...capitalism este numele meu, prietene! Te voi aliena, gustul banilor va fi religia ta iar puterea ta cea mai de temut va fi dependenta. Nimeni nu iti va putea rezista!

De dimineata am descoperit toate lucrurile acestea.

PS : cocalero = mic cultivator si comerciant de coca.

that's the way we like it! :)

Vorba unui psihiatru este intodeauna bullet proof :

"Aici nu se pune problema de incompetenta, nu suntem noi incapabili, ci este vorba despre un caz extrem de complex."

:D

Dixit!

de aici

like a Sunday

A not so glorious Sunday...bun, sa (nu) ma laud cu ce am realizat eu azi, 3.4.11, duminica :
am dormit ca....Gloria,si apoi am mai dormit un pic pt ca sunt bolnava si e singurul moment cand dormitul excesiv nu imi provoaca mustrari de constiinta,
am dus hainele la spalat,
am mancat si mi-am luat pastilele,
epuizata de drumul cantina-pat am mai tras un pui de somn,
apoi am lucrat un pic pt El si noul site,
apoi am vb cu Mada si am incercat in 2 randuri sa imi fac ceafea la ibric, prima oara am lasat apa sa fiarba pana am ramas fara...a2a oara am uitat , again, de cafea pe foc...a trebuit sa curat plita
iar acum mai citesc cateva pg din "Turma vede urma" de Leonie Swann
apoi ma duc sa iau cina la ora 18.00
apoi o sa vb cu ai mei
o sa mai citesc una alta
si o sa ma pun sa dorm pt ca maine tb sa recuperez ziua de vineri,la munca.

Si peste 10 zile vine El. Cu Speranta, Bucurie, Cadouri de acasa. O sa vina sa ma Fericeasca.

Luni, 11.4.11 este o zi mare, nu o sa va zic de ce dar o sa va rog sa imi tineti pumnii toata dupa-masa, pana pe la 8 seara, ca sa fim siguri. E important pentru mine.

Imi plac diminetile dar nu reusesc niciodata sa ma trezesc mai devreme decat cu o ora, maxim, inainte sa merg la lucru. Mi-ar placea sa iau micul dejun, sa imi beau linistita cafeaua, sa ascult muzica, sa ascult linistea dar imi e imposibil. Incerc de 7 ani sa profit de, dimineti si numai nu imi iese. Daca as reusi m-as uita si la un episod din Bugs Bunny:)

Friday

sick as a dog.

ma uit cu groaza-n jurul meu, oare asa va fi mereu?

eu nu mai stiu, nu mai stiu nimic de mine.

așerg si alerg si alerg...si azi am cazut la pat. nu am fost la lucru. am stat in pat printre medicamente, ceaiuri, batiste si siropuri.

corpul meu m-a avertizat to slow down. eu nimic batman,batman. slow and steady boala a pus stapanire pe mine.

asa ca acum stau. si citesc. si astept.