new species discovered in Geneva...

This week at 8 AM as I leave the little train (RER) and walking around the city center (not that Geneva has a large one) I saw something I have never seen until now: Geneva is really a business center. THe amount of people I saw wearing suits was amazing. I felt like I was among several penguins...I was feeling very bad wearing my jeans, my Merrel shoes, and my sweatshirt, plus carrying my laptop backpack. Here people in suit carry their laptops (if they carry anything besides their Louis Vitton, Armani or Donatella bags (including man), in highly fashioned laptop bags. They are cool and expensive (around 3000 francs a cheap one), but I bet not as comfortable as mine.

Meanwhile waiting for my bus, I realized I found out where this species so abundant in Geneva (the Homo insuits) forages in the earlier part of the day (to forage is best translated from the scientific vocabulary to everyday words as eat/feed), I found myself in front of a very fancy and modern 'juice shop' with bio products. They leave up to 25 francs for a breakfast. How healthy this species is! After this dangerous search for food they go to another spot to finish foraging, a so called coffee shop, where they have a espresso or a liter cup of coffee and smoke their cigarette.

I finish the appointments of my species discovery (I will write more about the behavior of this species during different parts of the day later) wondering if one day I will ever introduce myself among this species to better understand their behavior like the famous Jane Goodall did...

Is it worth?

Well, a tourada (or the bull fight) is not one of the reasons why I would go to Spain. It makes the animal suffer, doesn't prove anything and does not add anything to our lives. What the person who deals with the animal think she will win with that? is it really necessary? Maybe if they would eat the meat after all, but this end does not justify the means...

This 41-year-old toreador in Sevilha learned his lesson, maybe. He is alive and stable, though he had to pass through a tracheostomy and he is in the ICU in case you want to visit him.

Why is it difficult to follow rules?

How guests have to behave?
When you visit somebody else, how do you behave at their house? Do you do everything they ask, like don't do this don't do that, don't do it like this, do like that? I certainly do.

Why some people are so difficult to understand what you want them to do, or not?

Older people are even more difficult to accept the rules, maybe because they already lost part of the brain or because they might think they don't have to obey anybody.

Our flat is almost or a little bit more than a 100 years old, when you walk on the floor we kindly ask people to step on certain parts of the flat because it makes a loud creak. So you just have to walk in the side of the corridor, close to the wall and not step on the door treshold.

I don't understand how difficult this is because I can walk without a noise, maybe it has something to do with the anorexic 40 kilos I weight. We kindly ask for people not to throw hairs on the shower box, because it is bad for the pipes and our foot, since the dirty water can't follow her way down. We kindly ask people to throw the toothpaste dejects in the sink, and not on the side or on the wall or on the mirror.

Please don't get me wrong, I really like to have guests, we always used to have some. But why is it difficult to follow the rules?

Am I too picky or am I just rude?

French or Swiss expressions?

Yes, in the last year I became something I was afraid of: a housewife. I was at home full time, didn't have to wake up early, run to the job, run the entire day against the clock, find/invent something to eat, then come back home in a full bus God only knows at what time of the night. I even learned how to cook beans, rice, steak and others (just Brazilians and their connections know how this is important for a Brazilian!). I read a lot, even the weekly newspapers from the supermarkets. Where, in these, I met a funny expression that Swisses use to refer to their kids: 'les blonds' or 'les têtes blondes'! Which literally means 'the blonds' or 'the blond heads'.

I wonder if this expression exists in the other cantons of the country. And yes it is 'funny' because mostly in the German region there can be 90% of blond kids, but Geneva, no, not at all...maybe the blond kids are approximately 10% of the phenotype we can see in the kinder garden?

How come? Simply, since the population of the canton genevois is composed of 40% of foreigners and lots of them come from not really nordic countries, so you understand how 'funny' or not real this expression can be.

And this is one of the reasons why I like it here. The melange or the so called mixture between the couples of different cultures. Something we do not see in many other countries.

So next time the columnists of the newspapers write about the kids I wish they took a look around, because the least hair color they will see around is blond, but a lot of brown, black, and lots of red! Even though, OMG, all of them are so cute, aren't they???



OMG now for me, one says that when a woman starts to think other kids are cute is because their time to produce one is coming...is that true? noooooooo

why is it...?

Switzerland, a country where you can do almost everything you want. You can see several different tribes (really tribes) in the same street, or the meeting of an Ayatollah with a Rambam, without them bombing each other.

So, why is it that in Switzerland, at least in this French part of the country people have to work on May 1st?

Nobody really knows, I even asked one of the 5 Swisses I know, they said it was always like that, as they can remember. Although, if you want to make a manifestation, you just have to make your requirement...

Let's make one against working on May first? See you at the Nations next year?