Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Recycling in the countryside


Since March 1, our village participates in the recycling of organic waste. For this purpose, during the last week of February there was an information booth at the square in front of the village hall where everyone intersted could go and receive information on how to separate organic waste from the other stuff. And besides the information, one got a recycling kit: a special dustbin, biodegradable waste bags, a timetable for the fridge to remind one of the recollection days, and a leaflet with information on where to bring the different kinds of waste. Glass, paper, and plastics one has to carry to different containers.

Campaigns by the Generalitat





As you can see from these images, the Generalitat de Catalunya (government of the autonomous region of Catalonia) has a good agency for its campaigns. This one is meant to encourage people to incorporate healthy habits into their daily lives, such as eating five pieces of fruit or vegetable, climbing steps and walking. The Generalitat does not have many means to solve people's real problems these days, i.e. creating jobs or making adequate economic policy, more or less a prerogative of the central government in Madrid. It could do more in the field of education, but the teachers' unions are opposed to anything that looks like more work for or accountability of teachers.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Thoughts from a country in crisis

A few days ago a friend of mine sent me an e-mail with the following content (my translation from the Spanish original):

Facts for thought

Will you have sex? The government will provide you with condoms.
You already had sex? The government offers you the day-after pill.
She got pregnant? The government garantees an abortion.
You got the child? The government gives you a cheque worth 2.500 Euro.
You are unemployed? The government will pay you an assistance.
You are lazy and don't like to work? The government will guarantee your survival.

Now, try to study, work, produce something and look what will happen:
the government will increase your taxes to pay for all the above mentioned.
We learn: f***, abort, be lazy as ****, but never ever think about working hard; that won't be paid by the government and you will have to sustain all the lazy folk in Spain.


I don't think that it is that extreme yet but the government is really only prolonging handouts, trying to remedy the effects but not the causes of the actual crisis. Spain is the only big country in the OECD that is still in recession, and on the verge of an unemployment rate of 20%. Last week it was about to be called equal to Greece, and the finance minister went to London to "educate" the Financial Times about the reality as she sees it. The Wall Street Journal encouraged the Spanish prime minister to put up more resistance towards the trade unions that are fighting more or less everything that looks like change. The trade unions are good institutions for those that have jobs but they don't seem to mind the young and/or unemployed. Spain will have the oldest population in Europe by 2050 and there is no way but to reform the pension system. The government wants to put the retirement age to 67 which makes sense; when Bismarck invented the modern old-age pension system, if I am not misled, the retirement age was set at 65, but hardly anyone reached that age. Today most Spaniards and Catalans live until their mid-80s...

I hope to find more time to ramble on more positively in the near future.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Gandhi, Larsson and nuclear waste

Today is the 70th anniversary of Mahatma Gandhi's death and around here they celebrate the "Student's day of non-violence and peace" and the 20th anniversary of the UNICEF Convention on the Rights of the Child. In Germany they remember Hitler's rise to power in 1933...
Finally, I got to read Stieg Larsson's Millennium trilogy (I am still at vol. 3). It is quite good, though it has its faults: the main characters are too good to be true and the heroine has got illimitated financial means. And the histories are not for those with weak nerves. But it is one of the few series that kept me awake reading until 2:30 a.m.
As to nuclear waste, a village about 50km away from here that already has two nuclear reactors (Ascó) wants to host a nuclear waste storage center for all of Spain. Not a very appealing perspective, having trucks and trains loaded with nuclear waste coming to the region. The central government will have to decide in five month or so where to build this storage place - and there are seven other villages that want to have it, because there comes a lot of money attached to the project...

Monday, January 18, 2010

A typical Christmas day (an exercise in German prose)

Der Weihnachtstag 2009 (written on Dec. 25, 2009, in Mülheim an der Ruhr, Germany)

Erkältung (A), Übelkeit (C), ganztägiger Schneeregen bei positiver Außentemperatur, schnell überhitzte Räume, Telefongespräch mit kürzlich verwitweter Tante, die sieben Personen und einen Hund zum Essen erwartete.
Onkel und Tante, die zum Mittagessen geladen wurden, stehen um kurz nach 11 Uhr auf der Matte.
Gespräche über dies und das: kürzlich Verstorbene und in wilder Ehe lebende Kinder von Freunden und Bekannten; dann schlägt der Rauchmelder Alarm, der wohl zuviel penetranten Gänsekeulendampf abbekommen hat.
Onkel G. setzt zur ersten seiner unendlichen Geschichten an: der Neubau der Straße (Renovierung der Frisch- und Abwasserrohre, Gasrohre, unterirdische Verlegung der bisher überirdischen Stromleitung), die Probleme mit seinem DSL-Internetanschluss und die seines Nachbarn, ein möglicherweise kostspieliges Versehen seines Gasversorgers bei der Rechnungsstellung durch ein fehlerhaftes Ablesen der Gasuhr, die mehrtägigen Verhandlungen zur Beseitigung des Fehlers und ein in der Zwischenzeit aufgetauchter Korruptionsskandal beim überörtlichen Gasversorger.
Zum Mittagessen gibt es auf Wunsch des Hausherrn Gänsekeulen, die zum Leidwesen der Hausfrau etwas zu hart geraten und kaum vom Knochen zu trennen sind. Die sonst eher empfindliche Tante lässt plötzlich das Besteck neben dem Teller liegen und greift mit bloßen Händen nach dem Geflügelbein. Die tapfere Hausfrau bietet sich schließlich zum fachlichen Zerlegen an und wird selbst ein nur noch mäßig warmes Festtagsessen zu sich nehmen. Als Beilagen werden gereicht: Rotkohl, Salzkartoffeln, Nudeln und Reis. Die sonst eher empfindsame Tante bestreut den roten Kohl großzügig mit Kümmel und tauscht kurz darauf ihr kaum berührtes Weinglas gegen das leere des Onkels aus. Sie ist entsetzt darüber, dass ihre Großnichte, die sie zuvor erst einmal gesehen hat, keine gepflegte Konversation auf Deutsch mit ihr führt und so wenig für sie wahrnehmbare Ähnlichkeit mit ihrem Neffen aufweist.
Zur Zeit der Mittagsruhe läuft die Spülmaschine im Schnellwaschgang und der Onkel erzählt ein oder zwei weitere der unendlichen Geschichten. Dazu hatte sich die Gesellschaft vom Ess- ins Wohnzimmer bewegt; zum Kaffee und Kuchen wird die Gegenbewegung vollzogen. Die wohlmeinende Hausfrau hat einen riesigen Berg Schlagsahne vorbereitet, obwohl nur zwei der Tafelnden diese zum Kuchen essen. Der Hausherr wird nervös, wenn nicht alle Anwesenden auf ihren Plätzen sitzen, sondern sich z.B. um die Obstmahlzeit seiner Enkelin kümmern oder seinen Kaffee herbeischaffen.
Nach dem Kaffeetrinken wird erneut der Weg ins etwa fünf bis sieben Meter entfernte Wohnzimmer eingeschlagen. Nun darf der Onkel endlich die auf der Karte seiner Digitalkamera gespeicherten Fotos vorführen. Damit alle daran teilhaben können, sucht er schnell im Auto das Kabel zum Anschluss an den Fernseher.
Die zweijährige Großnichte wundert sich über die unendliche Abfolge von Bildern einzelner Blumen und Obstbäume aus dem Garten des Onkels und fragt ihre Mutter, glücklicherweise in der für den Großonkel unverständlichen Fremdsprache, nach dem Grund und ob man damit nicht aufhören könne. Dabei war der Onkel noch gar nicht bei den Fotos mit Details zu Wärmedämmungsarbeiten und Kabelverlegung im Haus angekommen.
Die eher gelangweilt-gelassene Stimmung kippt merklich, als die Tante die Hausfrau fragt, ob sie schon das Essen für ihre Geburtstagsfeier im Februar geplant habe. Die Antwortet lautet, dass es vorher noch Wichtiges zu erledigen gebe, und dann erklärt sie, dass sie sich im Januar bereits zum dritten Mal einer Blasenkrebsoperation unterziehen muss. Obwohl diese Operation normalerweise recht unproblematisch und nur mit kurzem Krankenhausaufenthalt verbunden ist, dämpft diese Nachricht die Feststimmung deutlich.
Aber bald darauf gibt es Ablenkung durch das Abendessen...

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

One of my favorite Christmas songs

Hark! The herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!”
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th’angelic host proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem!”

Refrain

Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”

Christ, by highest Heav’n adored;
Christ the everlasting Lord;
Late in time, behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail th’incarnate Deity,
Pleased with us in flesh to dwell,
Jesus our Emmanuel.

Refrain

Hail the heav’nly Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris’n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die.
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!

St. Paul's Cathedral Choir on You Tube

Monday, December 21, 2009

Longan in syrup - a confession


Last week I needed to stow some food in a kitchen cabinet and to find a space I removed a can with fruit that had been there for ages. Then I left the can standing around for a few days and decided that it did not make for a nice kitchen adournment and had to go, but what about its contents?
The can with an Asian fruit called "longan" was a present by my best friend and his family when they took us on a rainy but very pleasurable day-trip to Amsterdam in August 2002 where we had dinner in a Chinese restaurant. They stocked up on Vietnamese food and invited us to taste this fruit. We thanked them and put away the can, first at our home in Berlin, Germany, and then here in the Catalan countryside. An inscription on the can said that its contents was "best before February 2004". Nearly six years later, I found myself with the dilemma of what to do with it now.
I opened the can, as the waste had to be separated into its metallic and organic parts. The fruit looked still fine, emitted no suspicious smells, so I tasted it. It was still fine. A taste difficult to describe, sweet. The texture is like grape.
I find it a little embarassing that it took me so long to get back to my friend's present - and I am glad that the fruit endured all that time in its can, so that I still had the chance to taste it. Better late than never.