Reflections after the Olympic opening
How is this? Lately, it seems like everything around us is spinning, as if it’s just a huge chaos. But you know what? Maybe this is part of life. After the Olympic opening, I pondered on many things. The diversity of humanity, French culture, guessing about the black worms and the figure met on the shore all urge us to stop and reflect on our reality. Perhaps all kinds of chaos and diversity fit into normalcy. And who knows, maybe all of this is part of a larger revolution. In the future, we must always remember this special, emotional moment when Celine Dion sang on the edge of the Eiffel Tower, and when the Hungarian medalists were applauded at the French dining table.
I watched the Olympic opening. Quite special solutions. Again, it occurred to me that as a non-local, sometimes I feel like everything is a huge chaos with the French, but in the end, everything always falls into place. I can understand those who disagree with them, but please, go and do it like them!
Two more thoughts about the Olympics: I watched five times in a row as Celine Dion sang on the edge of the Eiffel Tower. For the sixth time, I got emotional again.
It’s a good feeling when the Hungarian medalists are applauded at the French dining table. A comforting gesture.
These black worms are starting to annoy me in my room – my uninvited guests. I collect them with a small shovel every week in my room, and I regularly spray the door and the doormat with chemicals. Maybe all these insects are coming out of the walls?!
What’s the connection that the interviewee (in the podcast show) is saying “a lot fits into normalcy” at the same time?
Speaking of podcasts. “There is a revolution when the population thinks that it doesn’t matter if they get shot.”
Yesterday, I noticed a bystander on the shore. He didn’t seem like a lucky person – assuming from a distance. He was the type who walks into the door.
At half past one on Thursday morning (on the beach, under the stars), I wrote down that it’s so dark that I’m glad I found my towel. But now it’s half past two, and I’m still not sleepy.
- július 27., szombat – a munka két első napja
