I have just noticed that in between my two latest posts... there has been a war.
I didn't write anything about it...Maybe because I found it difficult to believe it happened. Maybe because I just wanted it finishes faster than my blogging reflexiveness can grasp. Maybe because I had nothing to say.
And still, I have nothing to say... I am kind of speechless when thinking wars still happen nowadays. Actually, it was the first time that something like that is so close to me; I had to cancel/postpone a training course in Georgia because of the post-war situation. But that's the least in my line of thinking and most of all, in the overall situation during and after the war.
What fears me the most is that I don't personally see an easy, fast and effective healing in the wound made in the body of the Caucasian mountains...
But I wish.
S.
Tuesday 26 August 2008
I have a dream...team
I have never imagined my self waking up so early on a Sunday morning to watch a basketball game. But it happened. Actually, I woke up much earlier than the game once I had to drive 2 and a 1/2 hours back home from a seaside place where a party took place the previous night. But this is another story.
The final of the Olympics. USA against Spain. The end of the game found me locked in my thoughts and emotions. It was far beyond a sports activity. It was dramatically more than just athletics. It had all these elements of an act that you see one and imagine thousands. Some (I repeat, just some) of the ingredients were: the ever changing leadership in the score, the come-backs of Spain (the moment you were thinking the match is lost they were finding the courage to come back), the fact that a 17 year old boy was playing against multi-millionaires (and multi - musclers!), the fear of losing the match in the faces of the US players, the way US players were celebrating each and every point (Spanish players were doing it as well, but it's not worth mentioning it in the flow of my unfolding thoughts...they do it anyway), the ever repeating proof and unfortunately, life principle, that the "strongs" always get the "extra little" support from related factors (the referees in this case)...and more.
The climax was at the end; a group of 11-12 black people, were celebrating the victory for a national team (most of them showing its flag in the crowd and kissing it) representing a country where their not so far in time ancestors have suffered some of the worst types of segregation and humiliation. Of course and fortunately for all humanity, this is history now and things have radically changed since then, but still this picture (added up to the fact that each of these players is paid in one year the same amount of money that all readers of this post will not get if they live 3 lifes working in hours as much as probably the grandparents of those players have been working daily) shook me a lot. And it came after all what happened and described in the previous paragraph.
I still haven't given an answer to my self to the question "why", but indeed it was a morning full of life; thoughts and emotions, images and words, love and hate, wondering and wandering, changing and evolving, eyes and ears stimulated... while not moving an inch away from my sofa! :)
Congratulations to both by the way. That's the basketball of the new millenium. I used to play basketball my self when I was young(er) so I am happy to see this sport evolving. Well done!
S.
The final of the Olympics. USA against Spain. The end of the game found me locked in my thoughts and emotions. It was far beyond a sports activity. It was dramatically more than just athletics. It had all these elements of an act that you see one and imagine thousands. Some (I repeat, just some) of the ingredients were: the ever changing leadership in the score, the come-backs of Spain (the moment you were thinking the match is lost they were finding the courage to come back), the fact that a 17 year old boy was playing against multi-millionaires (and multi - musclers!), the fear of losing the match in the faces of the US players, the way US players were celebrating each and every point (Spanish players were doing it as well, but it's not worth mentioning it in the flow of my unfolding thoughts...they do it anyway), the ever repeating proof and unfortunately, life principle, that the "strongs" always get the "extra little" support from related factors (the referees in this case)...and more.
The climax was at the end; a group of 11-12 black people, were celebrating the victory for a national team (most of them showing its flag in the crowd and kissing it) representing a country where their not so far in time ancestors have suffered some of the worst types of segregation and humiliation. Of course and fortunately for all humanity, this is history now and things have radically changed since then, but still this picture (added up to the fact that each of these players is paid in one year the same amount of money that all readers of this post will not get if they live 3 lifes working in hours as much as probably the grandparents of those players have been working daily) shook me a lot. And it came after all what happened and described in the previous paragraph.
I still haven't given an answer to my self to the question "why", but indeed it was a morning full of life; thoughts and emotions, images and words, love and hate, wondering and wandering, changing and evolving, eyes and ears stimulated... while not moving an inch away from my sofa! :)
Congratulations to both by the way. That's the basketball of the new millenium. I used to play basketball my self when I was young(er) so I am happy to see this sport evolving. Well done!
S.
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