Busy weekend, let me tell ya! I will not write to much about it but I had to mention it as an excuse for more blury pics. I should really start taking my spy camera with me because those celular pics are pretty lame. Still, there are some funny frames on Sony Ericsson phones and this is not an advertisement. So, friday: Redskadrilla and Los Fastidios in Kset. I did not attend a punk gig for a long time. I came in light shoes (but not white) and I was immediately asked what was I thinking?! As I have really nice friends they have placed me in the best spot in the club. RedSKAdrilla is a young band from Zagreb and I was surprised how good they were. Los Fastidios are an Italian streetpunk band that combines ska and British Oi! Punk from the 80's. It's so weird when so called tough guys are Italians.
St. Patrick's day was celebrated with a concert at Zrinjevac and it's great that finally an event like that took place in our town. Those people who collect plastic bottles made a fortune and garbagemen had serious work to do the next day but it was worth it.
When I was younger, I hated sundays, especially sunday afternoons. I always had to study because I did nothing useful during the weekend. Nowdays I appreciate sunny days and nature as well as sunday as a free day. Ten years ago I did not care if it was raining or shining, I was in my room listening to metal behind dark curtains. Thank God that puberty doesn't last too long. I hated more going to school on Monday and surprisingly I do not hate going to work on Monday that much.
I am so grateful that my great-grandfather bought, in 1924, the house where I live in nowdays. When he bought it, there were not many houses around, just vineyards. When my father was a kid, his schoolmates did not want to come to his birthday party because „it was far“. Today, this is a fancy neighbourhood. People pay good money to live here. When you get up in the morning and barely open your still glued eyes, you look at the peak of Sljeme and Medvedgrad like they're in the palm of your hand and you're not that pissed about getting up at half past six. A week ago I decided to walk to work. It burns fat and also it gives you a damn good excuse to buy some walking shoes (regardless of the fact that you have literally 20 pairs of sneakers). It is a nice walk through the center of the town, so it's not like I'm inhaling the fresh highway air. I normally listen to some MP3s to speed up my step but few days ago I was just listening birds singing.
We have two magnolia trees in our garden that already started blooming since it's was so hot. I fear that this upcoming cold will ruin them. I have spent best of my childhood days in that garden. I have wonderful memories. When I'm in that garden I always remember my grandmother and great-grandmother. When I look at those trees I go back to my roots.
My father knew every tree in the neighbourhood and the best way to climb without falling. In those days kids were playing outside all the time and they knew everyone from the street. They were playing in the middle of the street because only few cars passed during the day. Nowdays kids don't hang outside. They spend time on the computer...I should complain more about that but I have no right since I am spending to much time around computers also.
Many of our older neighbours cannot sustain their houses with their ropy pension so they sell them to live decently for the rest of their lives. People who buy those houses usually tear them down and build those mostly fugly (fucking ugly) modern houses. Since they are not natives (to be polite) they cannot appreciate opportunities that this neighbourhood gives. Amoung others, they drive their heavy cars around, what makes our houses slowly slide down the hill. Try going out from your garage if someone parks a Hummer on the sidewalk in front of your house. You cannot see the sun!!
However, we still have a peaceful living, we still know most of our neighbours, we hear birds sing, we can see the best part of Sljeme whenever we feel like it, we have 2 woods near by to walk dogs and only 5 minute drive to Cmrok. I can enjoy the view of my dog fighting a serious war with a little pink girlie bike whenever I want, not many people have that!!
I wrote this post because I feel sad and helpless when old beautiful houses get sold and destroyed because people have money but no style and no respect. If I had money I would buy those beautiful houses, not to live in them but just save them from demolition. At the moment I just need cca 1,5 mil euros to buy one of the nicest houses in Pantovèak that is supposed to go down by the end of the year. Can I borrow some money? In the meantime I will ask if there is some 'cultural heritage' regulation to preserve those houses.
Post je objavljen 19.03.2007. u 21:26 sati.