A NEW TRADITION, FOR VANESA'S BABY

Trip Start Jan 31, 2007
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Trip End Feb 25, 2008


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Thursday, May 10, 2007

"Hent´o, muj bratr te pozdravuji." (Hent´a, my brother says ´hello´ to you.)

My twenty-six-year-old brother is in the Falkland Islands studying turkey vultures.

Hent´a, here in the Czech Republic, is a caring, hugging, fun friend.

But, I´m rather unsatisfied here, now.  A few reasons:

1. One of the town´s alcoholics stole the cell-phone I´d been using, while I did demolition work.

2. Dastardly Marek Vaclavik has been toying with me instead of paying me for the work I did.

3. I´m not doing something productive: I´m not learning from a new culture; I can´t make long-term plans because I´ll soon leave to travel; and I have few play-mates amongst the girls of the town, a stiflingly monogamous place.  (It´s monogamous because the introverted and brute-ish people see romance as sex, sex causes power struggles and a fading interest in life, which in turn creates an oppressed and aging female population that views romantic open-ness as unsafe.)


"To kiss a free person is to be free." - J. Breen philosophy

"Accept all beings into your bosom but without attachment --- with Indifference & Good Will." - Kerouac


But, at least there´s basketball.

A stable part of my week is Wednesday Night basketball with forty- and fifty- and twenty-year-olds.  We greatly enjoy fast breaks and pretty passes in the gymnasium.  Afterwards, we laugh and joke a lot, playing cards in Jan Cerny´s (Johnny Black´s) pub.

Sometimes, some of us drink a lot.  But, I´ve been trying to stop drinking, and yesterday I began an exciting new tradition, a wondrous tradition ... that dates back to yesterday.

I bought a round of shots.  Some people would drink Czech plum liquor, but I and some others had juice in our shot-glasses.  I stood up.  Slightly nervous, I looked at my elders who I respected and liked but rarely spoke seriously with.  In the fashion of Russians or Georgians, or toasting Americans, I told a story:

"Ctyri let nazád, byl jsem v Argentine, a seznal jsem Vanesu Santandera.  Byla velmá zabávní.  ... A políbila dobre.  Byli jsme spolu jen tri dny.  A jak já jsem cestovatel, sel jsem pryc.  Ale, potom, ona mi napsala romantické bázny.  A pro ctyri let, jsem dobrí kamarády.  Ona je velmá vlástná pro mne.

"A dneska, jsem mluvil s ní.  A ona je telotná.  Tak, ten byl muj sen zase být spolu s ní.  Ale, jsem rád ze je st´astná.  Díte bude být super.  A s Juanem Gomezem, manzel, oni budou mít dobrí rodiny.  A já budu pesný streda.  Tak, na bébé Vanesy, napijem!"

(Four years ago, I was in Argentina, and I met Vanesa Santander.  She is a very fun person.  ... and a good kisser.  We were together only three days.  And seeing as how I´m a traveler, I left.  But, for a while afterwards, she wrote me romantic poems.  We´ve been good friends for four years.  She´s very special to me.

Today, I spoke with her, and she´s pregnant.  (At this point, funny Iri interrupted me: "Od tebe!?" (From you!?)  And I admitted that would´ve made for a better story.)  It may´ve been a dream of mine to someday be together with her.  But, I´m happy she´s happy.  The kid´s gonna be great.  And with her husband, Juan Gomez, (I made an agitated "grrr!" sound here for humor´s sake.) they´ll have a good family.  And I´ll be a proud uncle.  So, to Vanesa´s baby, let´s drink!)

We happily stood and drank.

My nervous speech had been imperfect.  I´d left out details.  In the interest of truth and open-ness, I would´ve liked to have revealed to my friends that I hold anti-family philosophies, and that in spite of those we were celebrating Vanesa´s baby.

But, okay, this was just the beginning of a revolutionary, in-the-bar tradition that might:

1. enable me and others to not drink without offending the group.

2. help endear me into the group.

3. teach me comfort as a public speaker, even in foreign languages.

4. bring culture to the drinking circle.

Later in the night, I won our card game, "Rest", and some money.  I was obligated to buy another round of drinks.  I stood with the aim of leading us to drinking "na nás" (to us).  But, I mistakenly announced that I´d probably be leaving the next week, and nobody liked nor wanted to drink to that.

We solemnly drank "na nás" ..... and ....

with time, returned to joking.  Forty-year-old Jirina (her two-handed, over-the-head jump shot is deadly) asked if I had any siblings, and I said my brother is an ornithologist.

Jarda then spoke.  He´s forty; red-faced with blond hair and a goatee; cool and good-looking in a 1970´s-troublemaker sort of way; he loves laughing at and making good jokes, and he playfully mocks my spasmatic-humming-through-the-nose laugh.  He jokingly explained what exactly an ornithologist is:

"Zenský mají svuj gynekolog ... tak, muzi jedou do ornitolog." (Women have their gynecologists ... and men go to the ornithologist.)  I spasmatically hummed through the nose when I hear that!


- Modern Oddyseus
and the basketball bunch

P.S. - During a trip to go hiking in a picturesque, snowy river valley nestled between Slovakia´s High Tatra Mountains, I thanked for rides: Petr; Mira & Nela; Kuba; Tonda; Rost´a; Jaroslav; Miro; Emil Vatrt; Jakub Jamnický; Jan; Hranec L´ubomir; Dominik Kaminski & Monika; David; and Jarda!
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