Mõned aastad tagasi naersin ma ühe prantsuse tüdruku üle, kes Eestis olles ei saanud aru, et kui kahe ukse peal on kummalgi kolmnurk, ühel teravik üles ja teisel teravik alla, siis kumba vetsu tema minema peab.
Täna käisin kohvikus ja kui ma WC-sse läksin, siis seisin kaks minutit nõutult uste ees lootuses, et kummastki keegi välja tuleb ja ma saan aru, kuhu ma minema pean. Ühe ukse peal oli H ja teise peal M. Minu aju genereeris sellepeale esialgu osavalt, et M on mehed, aga siis jäin mõtlema, et mis see H siis on? Ja mul läks tervelt kaks minutit aega, et jõuda üsnagi üpris loogilisele järeldusele, et M on tegelikult MUJERES (naised) ja H on HOMBRES (mehed). Nojah.
Pärast olin ma sunnitud päris pikalt enda üle naerma. Aga siinkohal ei laskuks ma detailidesse.
Kui nüüd laskuda rubriiki "lõbusad lood", siis tuleb tunnistada, et niikaua kui ma liigutan tekitan ma ise siin vabatahtlikult kolunaade. Viimane meeldejäävam sündmus oli seoses minu kalduvusega iga asja peale ehmatada.
Jalutasime Marisega San Telmo laadal ja mina mõttessevajunult vaatasin, mis usinad käsitöölised on valmis nikerdanud, üritades samal ajal rahva seas edasi nügida... korraks jäi mu pilk aga pidama inimesel minu kõrval, või noh... tema jalal. Jah! Nimelt oli üks klouniks maskeerunud mees otsustanud, ilmsest tähelepanuvajadusest tingituna, ca 1,5 meetriste karkude otsa ronida ja kõndis rahva seas ringi. Seda ma loomulikult ei oodanud ja minu automaatne (ja täiesti südamest tulev) reakstsioon oli röögatada. Ja mitte eriti vaikselt. Pigem ikka kõvasti, et inimesed kvartali kaugusel ka ikka kuuleksid. Ja ilmselt kuulsid, sest Maris ei olnud ainus inimene, kes naeris... umbes terve kvartalijagu inimesi naeris mu üle. Ja olgem ausad, ega ma ise ka ei nutnud just :)
Vot sellised lood. Ei tasu ikka liiga mõttes olla siin Buenos Airese linnas.
tsaupakaa!
28 märts, 2008
26 märts, 2008
hakkan eesti keeles kirjutama
Päris palju aega on läinud sellest ajast, kui ma viimati kirjutasin. Üks asi on see, et ma lihtsalt ei viitsinud kirjutada (kujutate ette, jah, grafomaan ei viitsi kirjutada) ja teiseks oli Maris nädal aega siin ja siis oli vaja miljon muud asja teha. Peamiselt kõik vähegi vaatamisväärsed kohad Buenos Aireses läbi kõmpida (koos vahepeatustega kohvikutes ja baarides, et ikka silme eest mustaks ei läheks) ja siis muuhulgas käisime ka Uruguays, Montevideos. Kui te küsite mult, et kuda siis oli Montevideo, siis ma ütleks, et veider. Väidetavalt pidi Uruguay elu käima Punta del Estes... mida oli ka näha, sest Montevideo oli ikka päääääris vaikne ja unine linn. Kuigi seal on 1,5 miljonit elanikku tundus see tallinnast väiksem. Ja kesklinna hotellitoa sai 24 USD eest... kahepeale, mis arvestades kohta ja seda, et tegemist oli hotelliga (küll mitte viietärni omaga) on ikka suhteline röövimine... nii odav, et piinlik hakkas kohe.
Montevideo kohalik hõrgutis chivito (kui ma valesti aru ei saanud, on tegemist kitselihaga) jäi meil proovimata - esiteks arvasin ma et tegemist on mingi lambalaadse olevusega ja minu religioossed tõekspidamised ei luba lammast süüa :p ja teiseks... õnnestus meil Marisega kahepeale ühes söögikohas enne ärasõitu paella (see hispaania riisitoit) KAHELE tellida. Ma küll ei tea päris täpselt, mida nad Uruguays kahe all silmas peavad, või me tõesti nägime nii näljased välja, et nad panid suurema portsu, igaljuhul lasime me kolmveerand sööki kaasa pakkida ja sõime seda veel rõõmsalt kolm päeva ja toitsime mu sõprugi.
Üldse tasub siinkandis nende söökidega ettevaatlik olla. Midagi väikest siin eriti süüa ei saa. Või noh, neile siin võib ju see lihatükk väike tunduda, aga ma ei ole kindel, kas ma oleksin suuteline nii lõuna- kui ka õhtusöögiks pool kilo liha rõõmsalt sisse ventileerima ja siis veel magustoiduks paar alfajori või misiganes kooki. Ma ei ole muidugi proovinud, tavaliselt on mul sellest ühest lihahunnikust kolmeks päevaks süda paha. Kuigi see liha on hirmus hea :)
Aga nüüd läheb lihaga kitsaks kätte. Meil hakkasid siin talumehed protestima. Ma ei ole veel 100% täpselt aru saanud, mis see teema on, aga mingid piirangud pandi neile peale, et nad peavad teatud hulga toodangut kodumaiseks tarbimiseks jätma (nt. sojat ekspordivad nad 95% ulatuses, mistõttu hinnad siseturul on tõusnud oluliselt). No ja loomulikult neile see nali ei meeldi ja nüüd on La Presidenta rahvavaenlane nr üks kuna ta arvab, et talunikud tahavad alusetult rikastuda jne. Mis tähendab seda, et eelmise nädala keskpaigast on taluniku teid blokkinud ja streikinud (mida on poelettidel näha, sest osad letid on tühjad ja hinnad on mõnes kohas kohe oluliselt tõusnud). Kogu see värk päädis eilse õhtuga, kui argentiinlased, kellele on protestimine ilmselt DNAsse kodeeritud tulid tänavatele ja tegid cacerolazot. Ehk siis tulen mina õhtul poest ja kuulen, et juuuube kolkimine... aga tänaval midagi ei näe. Ja siis jagasin ära, inimesed on rõdudel ja kolgivad kastrulite ja pottidega. Neil on see traditsiooniline protestimärk. Hilisõhtuks kogunes presidendi residentsi juurde ja Plaza de Mayole ja teiste linnade keskväljakutele tohutud hulgad inimesi, kes kõik Cristina (president) vastu protesteerisid. Ja need ei olnud ainult talunikud vaid ka inimesed, kes neid solidaarsusest toetavad. See on selline rahumeelne protest, nii et karta pole midagi :) Aga telekast muud ei näita, kui karjuvaid ja kolkivaid inimesi, ja ma olen sellest juba väsinud :)
Aga see on naljakas vaadata, kuidas iga argentiinlane on poliitik, ja ükskõik kui vähe või palju ta asjast aru saab, arvamust on ikka vaja avaldada ja protestida.
Vot sellised lood on siinpool sood.
Ma pean nüüd veits tööd tegema, sest empanada hind tõusis kahelt pesolt 2.25 peale... no krt!
Montevideo kohalik hõrgutis chivito (kui ma valesti aru ei saanud, on tegemist kitselihaga) jäi meil proovimata - esiteks arvasin ma et tegemist on mingi lambalaadse olevusega ja minu religioossed tõekspidamised ei luba lammast süüa :p ja teiseks... õnnestus meil Marisega kahepeale ühes söögikohas enne ärasõitu paella (see hispaania riisitoit) KAHELE tellida. Ma küll ei tea päris täpselt, mida nad Uruguays kahe all silmas peavad, või me tõesti nägime nii näljased välja, et nad panid suurema portsu, igaljuhul lasime me kolmveerand sööki kaasa pakkida ja sõime seda veel rõõmsalt kolm päeva ja toitsime mu sõprugi.
Üldse tasub siinkandis nende söökidega ettevaatlik olla. Midagi väikest siin eriti süüa ei saa. Või noh, neile siin võib ju see lihatükk väike tunduda, aga ma ei ole kindel, kas ma oleksin suuteline nii lõuna- kui ka õhtusöögiks pool kilo liha rõõmsalt sisse ventileerima ja siis veel magustoiduks paar alfajori või misiganes kooki. Ma ei ole muidugi proovinud, tavaliselt on mul sellest ühest lihahunnikust kolmeks päevaks süda paha. Kuigi see liha on hirmus hea :)
Aga nüüd läheb lihaga kitsaks kätte. Meil hakkasid siin talumehed protestima. Ma ei ole veel 100% täpselt aru saanud, mis see teema on, aga mingid piirangud pandi neile peale, et nad peavad teatud hulga toodangut kodumaiseks tarbimiseks jätma (nt. sojat ekspordivad nad 95% ulatuses, mistõttu hinnad siseturul on tõusnud oluliselt). No ja loomulikult neile see nali ei meeldi ja nüüd on La Presidenta rahvavaenlane nr üks kuna ta arvab, et talunikud tahavad alusetult rikastuda jne. Mis tähendab seda, et eelmise nädala keskpaigast on taluniku teid blokkinud ja streikinud (mida on poelettidel näha, sest osad letid on tühjad ja hinnad on mõnes kohas kohe oluliselt tõusnud). Kogu see värk päädis eilse õhtuga, kui argentiinlased, kellele on protestimine ilmselt DNAsse kodeeritud tulid tänavatele ja tegid cacerolazot. Ehk siis tulen mina õhtul poest ja kuulen, et juuuube kolkimine... aga tänaval midagi ei näe. Ja siis jagasin ära, inimesed on rõdudel ja kolgivad kastrulite ja pottidega. Neil on see traditsiooniline protestimärk. Hilisõhtuks kogunes presidendi residentsi juurde ja Plaza de Mayole ja teiste linnade keskväljakutele tohutud hulgad inimesi, kes kõik Cristina (president) vastu protesteerisid. Ja need ei olnud ainult talunikud vaid ka inimesed, kes neid solidaarsusest toetavad. See on selline rahumeelne protest, nii et karta pole midagi :) Aga telekast muud ei näita, kui karjuvaid ja kolkivaid inimesi, ja ma olen sellest juba väsinud :)
Aga see on naljakas vaadata, kuidas iga argentiinlane on poliitik, ja ükskõik kui vähe või palju ta asjast aru saab, arvamust on ikka vaja avaldada ja protestida.
Vot sellised lood on siinpool sood.
Ma pean nüüd veits tööd tegema, sest empanada hind tõusis kahelt pesolt 2.25 peale... no krt!
03 märts, 2008
Buen dia :)
Another week has passed from my last post. I have opened this page several times to start writing but for some reason the inspiration has not come to me, maybe because it was too hot :) Now that the weather is showing more mercy to an Estonian who is not used to 30 degrees I will write again.
Last Friday I moved in to the apartment where I will stay for a while. It is quite nice, my room has a balcony and the owner is very friendly and nice but if I plan to stay longer it would be more convenient to rent something where the owner doesn't live in :p
So far, living in Argentina has not caused any major problems. Not considering the fact that I got ripped of by a taxi driver the other night (the good-old trick of oh-I-have-no-change-and-then-I-forget-to-give-you-the-100-peso-bill-back) and it wasn't because I am a girl who is obviously not local because I had an Argentinean with me, but simply because the driver was a bastard from hell (I hope he chokes on that money!!!). But that's just money, right :)
Another thing that forces me to use all my efforts in order not to get angry every time is ... the perception of time and understanding of agreements. In most cases, "see you in 10 minutes" becomes, if you are lucky, "see you in 1 hour". And then I feel like a hysterical control freak when I start sending messages after 30 minutes. But the main thing is to understand that nobody is being late just to make you wait or anything. It is just the way it is. As it is with the agreements, if someone says "lets go there on wednesday" and you book you wednesday for that thing and for that person... the probability is quite high that it might not happen. It's even higher a probability that the person who "stands you up" meets you the next day with the smiliest smile ever and really doesn't think there is anything wrong. And as some of you might have experienced ... I am not the best person to handle broken promises :D But with time, I think I can get used to it... although I cannot promise that I can take up the habit of being late for one hour. However, I think I can consider myself pretty lucky because most of my friends are pretty good with time so I don't have to suffer too much :D
As to my skills of the Spanish language... the last days I have had a sort of a block, so I cannot really speak in Spanish and immediately switch to English as soon as I can. It is funny that, there are moments when I think "woooow, Im pretty good at this!" and then I get a major blow to my confidence... which usually happens when I go to buy something. Then the conversation usually looks like that:
On the way to the kiosk I practice in my head "hola, do you have this or that?"
Kaidi: Hola! Do you have this or that?
Salesperson: 256 words per second?
Kaidi blushing and thinking: ok, that was obviously a question.
Kaidi: What?
Salesperson: 246 words per second?!
Kaidi: DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH???
Salesperson: Nonononono.
Kaidi puzzled.
But funny enough, I always manage to get the thing that I need along with the feeling of "I will never ever speak spanish again". But welll... it will come to me and one day I will speak castellano like an Argentina =)
Last week Buenos Aires saw some major thunder storms. I realized something is off when I heard the rain from my hotel window and like two minutes after the rain started... significantly increased amount of traffic accident sounds and car horns. Later I learned that that day more than half of the normal amount of rain for february had fallen down in just some hours. Some streets turned in oceans, houses were filled with water and some neighborhoods lost electricity which all lead to an obvious Argentinean solution for any problem... people expressing their opinion on the street. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen in Estonia if let's say half of Mustamäe was flooded and without electricity.... :) I doubt anyone would go and start shouting and making fires on the street. Here nobody gets surprised if there is some angry gathering on the street. For me, it still is a bit scary, even after seeing stuff happen in Tallinn last April.
Last Saturday I went to a party of someone's friend's sister's graduation (or something like that). Here it is very popular to rent a place and then have your party with your friends and innumerable amount of people you don't really know. The bar works as a normal bar, only that you can more or less choose the people who are there :) It was a great party and I learned to dance cuarteto (I am so proud of myself, although it still needs practicing :D) and the entire evening I was wondering if they are going to play any songs that I know. And in the end they did, but not a single song in English! Not a singe Rihanna, Beyonce or whatever song. And it was really really cool. People seemed to know and loove almost every song, me, Jaago and Tanja (Jaago's Belgian friend) were probably the only freaks that didn't sing along :D After the party came the obvious, which happens in all countries. You go to eat junk. My friend Gonzo thought it was about time I ate a pancho (also known as hot dog). I am afraid to think what was in there, it had gazillion different things and it was slightly sprinkled with french fries featuring all the most important food groups - fat, fat and more fat. But it was disgustingly delicious :D
This week I will be getting more into my work rythm, you have to live on something, right? :D It's going to be quite difficult, since I am used to working in the mornings but due to the 4-hour time difference I would have to wake up extremely early. =) But everything can be arranged =)
Gotta run to the laundry now (I just love when people wash my clothes for me for just 30 EEK :D)
Besos!
Another week has passed from my last post. I have opened this page several times to start writing but for some reason the inspiration has not come to me, maybe because it was too hot :) Now that the weather is showing more mercy to an Estonian who is not used to 30 degrees I will write again.
Last Friday I moved in to the apartment where I will stay for a while. It is quite nice, my room has a balcony and the owner is very friendly and nice but if I plan to stay longer it would be more convenient to rent something where the owner doesn't live in :p
So far, living in Argentina has not caused any major problems. Not considering the fact that I got ripped of by a taxi driver the other night (the good-old trick of oh-I-have-no-change-and-then-I-forget-to-give-you-the-100-peso-bill-back) and it wasn't because I am a girl who is obviously not local because I had an Argentinean with me, but simply because the driver was a bastard from hell (I hope he chokes on that money!!!). But that's just money, right :)
Another thing that forces me to use all my efforts in order not to get angry every time is ... the perception of time and understanding of agreements. In most cases, "see you in 10 minutes" becomes, if you are lucky, "see you in 1 hour". And then I feel like a hysterical control freak when I start sending messages after 30 minutes. But the main thing is to understand that nobody is being late just to make you wait or anything. It is just the way it is. As it is with the agreements, if someone says "lets go there on wednesday" and you book you wednesday for that thing and for that person... the probability is quite high that it might not happen. It's even higher a probability that the person who "stands you up" meets you the next day with the smiliest smile ever and really doesn't think there is anything wrong. And as some of you might have experienced ... I am not the best person to handle broken promises :D But with time, I think I can get used to it... although I cannot promise that I can take up the habit of being late for one hour. However, I think I can consider myself pretty lucky because most of my friends are pretty good with time so I don't have to suffer too much :D
As to my skills of the Spanish language... the last days I have had a sort of a block, so I cannot really speak in Spanish and immediately switch to English as soon as I can. It is funny that, there are moments when I think "woooow, Im pretty good at this!" and then I get a major blow to my confidence... which usually happens when I go to buy something. Then the conversation usually looks like that:
On the way to the kiosk I practice in my head "hola, do you have this or that?"
Kaidi: Hola! Do you have this or that?
Salesperson: 256 words per second?
Kaidi blushing and thinking: ok, that was obviously a question.
Kaidi: What?
Salesperson: 246 words per second?!
Kaidi: DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH???
Salesperson: Nonononono.
Kaidi puzzled.
But funny enough, I always manage to get the thing that I need along with the feeling of "I will never ever speak spanish again". But welll... it will come to me and one day I will speak castellano like an Argentina =)
Last week Buenos Aires saw some major thunder storms. I realized something is off when I heard the rain from my hotel window and like two minutes after the rain started... significantly increased amount of traffic accident sounds and car horns. Later I learned that that day more than half of the normal amount of rain for february had fallen down in just some hours. Some streets turned in oceans, houses were filled with water and some neighborhoods lost electricity which all lead to an obvious Argentinean solution for any problem... people expressing their opinion on the street. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen in Estonia if let's say half of Mustamäe was flooded and without electricity.... :) I doubt anyone would go and start shouting and making fires on the street. Here nobody gets surprised if there is some angry gathering on the street. For me, it still is a bit scary, even after seeing stuff happen in Tallinn last April.
Last Saturday I went to a party of someone's friend's sister's graduation (or something like that). Here it is very popular to rent a place and then have your party with your friends and innumerable amount of people you don't really know. The bar works as a normal bar, only that you can more or less choose the people who are there :) It was a great party and I learned to dance cuarteto (I am so proud of myself, although it still needs practicing :D) and the entire evening I was wondering if they are going to play any songs that I know. And in the end they did, but not a single song in English! Not a singe Rihanna, Beyonce or whatever song. And it was really really cool. People seemed to know and loove almost every song, me, Jaago and Tanja (Jaago's Belgian friend) were probably the only freaks that didn't sing along :D After the party came the obvious, which happens in all countries. You go to eat junk. My friend Gonzo thought it was about time I ate a pancho (also known as hot dog). I am afraid to think what was in there, it had gazillion different things and it was slightly sprinkled with french fries featuring all the most important food groups - fat, fat and more fat. But it was disgustingly delicious :D
This week I will be getting more into my work rythm, you have to live on something, right? :D It's going to be quite difficult, since I am used to working in the mornings but due to the 4-hour time difference I would have to wake up extremely early. =) But everything can be arranged =)
Gotta run to the laundry now (I just love when people wash my clothes for me for just 30 EEK :D)
Besos!
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