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Via Porta all’Arco, Volterra – Palazzo dei Priori
Image by ell brown
Heading up the Via Porta all’Arco in Volterra from the Porta all’Arco towards the Via dei Marchesi.
The road is paved and is quite steep. It reminded me of "Gold Hill" in Shaftesbury, England, UK. Roads like this sometimes cars were driven up or down them!
Plus there’s some bars on the way up.
View of the Palazzo dei Priori.
The Palazzo dei Priori is located in the historic centre of Volterra, in the homonymous square, in the province of Pisa . This is the oldest Tuscan municipal building.
The palace was also the primitive seat of the city art gallery , as in its rooms many paintings were admitted during the nineteenth century , until all the works were moved to the current location of Palazzo Minucci-Solaini .
The construction of the building was begun by the will of Ildebrando Pannocchieschi , count palatine of the Empire and the task was entrusted to the maestro Riccardo da Como in 1208 ; the construction progressed a bit slowly, even if the ground floor and part of the first floor were used around 1234; however, the factory had to be completed in 1257, as an epigraph in leonini hexameters walled in the building reminds us. The municipal building was built in the most important town square, close to the Duomo , which also overlooks the Palazzo Pretorio , the bishop’s palace , Palazzo Inghirami and other homes of the most influential families of the city.
The original name of the building was Domus Communis , that is, Palazzo del Comune and was used by the Elders as a residence. The original twenty-four Elders in 1283 were transformed into the eighteen Priori del Popolo and then reduced to the twelve People’s Defenders in 1289: the current name of the palace, of the Priors , is due precisely to the title that the Elders later assumed, following the example of similar offices of the municipality of Florence.
The palace is built entirely of stone and the façade is embellished with stringcourse cornices and is crowned with semi-circle merlons probably made in the sixteenth century . The façade, then, is decorated with enamelled terracotta plates that represent coats of arms of Florentine families: from the fifteenth century , Volterra was governed by Florentine Commissaries having entered the orbit of the lily city .
The structure is surmounted by a pentagonal tower with two embattled shelves, built around the 16th century and later rebuilt in its terminal part after the 1846 earthquake.
Today it is home to part of the municipal offices (registry office, mayor’s office, council hall, etc.), as well as temporary exhibitions.
The building has undergone changes over the centuries: the ground floor was open thanks to the three portals that can still be seen on the facade (the only one remaining is the current entrance) and accessed by a short staircase. Also on the ground floor there was a large atrium that served for meetings and meetings.
On the first floor there was the most representative room of the Palace, the Council Hall for the official meetings of the Municipality. Also on this floor there was a small room for smaller meetings and a small chapel.
The second floor was intended for the housing of the elders first and the priors later, with bedrooms, a large hall for meetings and meals and a room for meetings.
The rooms used for kitchens and storage for firewood were on the top floor and were served by a hoist located in the inner courtyard of the building.
Tohono Chul Park, Tucson, Arizona
Image by UGArdener
This place was a real discovery for us – a world class botanical garden and outdoor education center with well labeled desert flora, display gardens showing how to use these plants in the home landscape, galleries of Southwestern Art, and a tea room serving some of the best lunchtime meals we found anywhere in Tucson.
Its own website says: "Award-winning Tohono Chul Park is where nature, art and culture connect. Named one of the World’s Great Botanical Gardens by Travel + Leisure and listed by National Geographic Traveler as one of the top 22 Secret Gardens in the U.S. and Canada, there is something for everyone. This oasis in the desert offers a respite from the hectic pace of daily life, provides an informative look at the region’s fascinating cultural traditions and its even more interesting flora and fauna, and is the perfect setting for an evening concert, special event or family wedding."
www.tohonochulpark.org/wordpress/
www.tohonochulpark.org/tea2.html
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tohono_Chul_Park
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Image by Maryland National Guard
As part of the Partners in Care program, Christ Our King Presbyterian Church in Bel Air, Maryland donates 50 Thanksgiving meals for National Guard service members at the Fifth Regiment Armory in Baltimore, Maryland, Nov. 20, 2017.
This is the ninth year in a row that Christ Our King Presbyterian Church in Bel Air, Maryland has donated meals to MDNG citizen soldiers. The meal includes a turkey and some traditional sides.
The Partners in Care program is an initiative of the MDNG where local congregations provide support to Maryland National Guard members and their families when they are in need. Services include counseling for individuals, couples and Families; child care; basic household and auto repairs; emergency food, clothing and housing support; crisis and grief counseling; and transportation. Each congregation provides support within the limits of its ability free of charge, regardless of religious affiliation and without any obligation. (U.S. National Guard photo by Cpl. Elizabeth Scott)
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Harvesting Winter Carrots
Image by Chiot’s Run
Eliot Coleman talks about his trouble with voles in The Winter Harvest Handbook. This was the first year we’ve ever had trouble with voles, remember my sweet potatoes? They also ate a lot of my winter beets and were moving in to the carrot patch. I was planning on leaving the carrots in the ground and harvesting them as needed, but with voles threatening our harvest we decided we should get them all out of the ground. We happened to be having our annual New Year’s sauerkraut family meal yesterday (a few days late), and I thought it would be a perfect time to harvest the carrots (since they’re growing in my mom’s garden). My niece Hannah helped out with the reward of taking greens & little carrots home to her guinea.
chiotsrun.com/2011/01/04/harvesting-winter-carrots/
Nags Head 2012 Memoirs 52 – The Pier
Image by Counselman Collection
Our son and daughter-in-law chose this location for this year’s spring trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, putting us right on the ocean front beach. It was a great location right beside Jeanette’s Pier, and the weather was so sunny. There were some windy days that made the waves all that much better. Besides our family from Ohio, we had friends visiting from several Congregations neighboring ours, plus a family that drove from mid-Texas and another from Indiana. As usual, we took turns making meals and it was a great experience with everyone fellowshipping and working together peacefully. Yes, I had one conference call with World Headquarters I did not want to miss, but it was still total relaxation. I tried to go a whole day without touching a camera, but then I got the shakes, and I just had to grab a camera and start snapping again; when you are hooked, you are hooked. To see photos from our past visits to Nags Head see the set of photos in our Travel Collection called Nags Head Memoirs; they are all dated.
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Nags Head 2012 Memoirs 43 – The Pier
Image by Counselman Collection
Our son and daughter-in-law chose this location for this year’s spring trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, putting us right on the ocean front beach. It was a great location right beside Jeanette’s Pier, and the weather was so sunny. There were some windy days that made the waves all that much better. Besides our family from Ohio, we had friends visiting from several Congregations neighboring ours, plus a family that drove from mid-Texas and another from Indiana. As usual, we took turns making meals and it was a great experience with everyone fellowshipping and working together peacefully. Yes, I had one conference call with World Headquarters I did not want to miss, but it was still total relaxation. I tried to go a whole day without touching a camera, but then I got the shakes, and I just had to grab a camera and start snapping again; when you are hooked, you are hooked. To see photos from our past visits to Nags Head see the set of photos in our Travel Collection called Nags Head Memoirs; they are all dated.
www.flickr.com/photos/counselman/sets/1707339/
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Command Delivery
Image by United States Forces – Iraq (Inactive)
The commander of the 2nd Battalion, 26th Brigade, 7th Division Iraqi Army, is happy to help his own people by bringing humanitarian meals to families in the district of Jamiat, Basra, Iraq, June 24, 2008. U.S. Marine Corps photo by 1st. Lt. James Gardner.
2014 Thanksgiving Meal
Image by U.S. Army Garrison Casey
Army leaders express gratitude to Service members, civilian employees and families by serving a traditional Thanksgiving meal Nov. 27. Warrior Country dining facilities were decorated in seasonal colors, baked goods and a cornucopia of fruit and vegetables.
Martinsville-based 1173d Transportation Company hosts open house
Image by Virginia Guard Public Affairs
The Martinsville-based 1173d Transportation Company, 1030th Transportation Battalion, 329th Regional Support Group hosted an open house Dec. 11, 2010 and also served Soldiers and family members a holiday meal. Maj. Gen. Daniel E. Long, Jr., the Adjutant General of Virginia, visited the event to enjoy the meal prepared by the company food service section as well as talk with Soldiers and families and recognize select Soldiers for outstanding performance. In addition to vehicle displays, the Virginia Guard Counterdrug Program also set up an informational display, and the Virginia Guard Recruiting and Retention Command provided a climbing wall and other activities. (Photo by Cotton Puryear, Virginia Department of Military Affairs)
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Inside the Great Kitchens
Image by failing_angel
Built 1530, the kitchens would provide two meals a day for 600 members of the Tudor court.
The annual provision of meat for the Tudor court stood at 1,240 oxen, 8,200 sheep, 2,330 deer, 760 calves, 1,870 pigs and 53 wild boar [Hampton Court Palace website].
Hampton Court Palace began with Cardinal Thomas Wolsey (c.1473-1530) acquiring what was then a grange from the Order of St John (the Knights Hospitaller) in 1514 and redeveloping it as a palace. The new palace included the Base Court (which included 40 guest lodgings), and the inner Clock Court (which had state apartments for Henry VIII, Katherine of Aragon and the Princess Mary). The palace was used for hosting state functions such as diplomatic visits as well as entertainments.
In 1529 Hampton Court passed to Henry following Wolsey’s downfall, at which point Henry built upon and developed an already substantial palace. The new complex included larger kitchens, a chapel and great hall, as well as tennis courts, a bowling alley and tiltyard. Starting less than 6 months of taking possession, Henry’s works weren’t complete until 1540.
Each of Henry’s heirs stayed at Hampton Court (indeed Edward VI was born there), although only Elizabeth I made any changes and those were relatively minor; this was similar under the Stuarts, with the next changes to the palace happening with William and Mary.
Sir Christopher Wren (1632-1723) was comissioned to design a new palace, but the cost of demolishing the existing building was too prohibitive, instead the east and south sides were rebuilt.
The last phase of construction happened with the Hanoverians, with Sir John Vanbrugh (1664-1726) designing the Queen’s apartments under George I, and William Kent (c. 1685-1748) the Queen’s staircase and Cumberland Suite under George II.
The royal family left Hampton Court in 1737, after which time the palace became grace and favour apartments for a century, before being opened to the public by Queen Victoria.
Cesar Salgado, Crittenton Wraparound Services Director, and Members of Lambda Theta Phi Latin Fraternity, Inc. Alpha Iota Chapter.
Image by CrittentonSoCal
Each Thanksgiving Crittenton Services for Children and Families and the Lambda Theta Phi Latin Fraternity, Inc. chapter at California State University, Long Beach partner to feed Crittenton families in need. This year alone the Thanksgiving Outreach Project provided meals for about 130 Crittenton Wraparound families located throughout Southern California.
For more info on Long Beach Lambdas: www.longbeachlambdas.com/
For more info on Lambda Theta Phi Latin Fraternity, Inc.: www.lambda1975.org/Home.aspx
Build Your Own Pizza, Christmas 2005
Image by Lee Bennett
Ben decides his dough needed to be reshaped.
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my relatives before their death
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(Yesterday, 29th of July was the anniversary of my father’s death. Today, 30th of July I can add a note here: I finally got my new computer after months of waiting. Except for a few things, the old photos I made or scanned are in it, and my poems too. But only after 2 days of functioning, it was hijacked-someone was moving my cursor-, then the sound broke and was no more audible, then I got scared and I installed an old version of Bit Defender 2012, a Romanian antivirus, thinking that it will protect me eventually from total collapse. That antivirus was licensed, hardly bought by me three years ago from my little money, but unused because my old computer did not meet the requirements. Then my computer was no more functional at all, none of my programs works and I cannot scan or download or edit pictures. I write this note in safe mode from this new computer, but safe mode does not allow me to see properly my photos, does not allow to scan at all and editing is almost impossible. So, until eventually the computer technician, who said he was busy, or someone else will eventually repair it, I say goodbye to flickr and I wish everyone all the best.)
This will be the last photo I post here, at least for a while, after I posted that one with my mother and the Christmas tree yesterday along with another true story about my godparents and my father. I had very few visits, I had visitors to other photos, I don’t know why. So, this will be my last story about them and me too, then I will continue maybe to write below the pictures I posted before.
Here I was not with them, my first cousin was and he appears in photos from that day, and he made this photo or my mother. My father grew beard in his last years. The photo is from their last year together maybe but I will search for the exact data(maybe). [Finally I searched among other photos and it probably is from 2002, because my godmother, very ill, is there the same day, and she died in 2002. My godfather died in 2004 and father in 2005.]
The only story about my family that is missing from my photostream is in the same time the only mysterious one, everything else was and is absolutely true and obviously could or still can be proved. This story is about them too. Some people told me that my godfather was Gypsy-like and that this was a reason for my misery. From very close he was not very Gypsy-like. And they said that my father was Jewish-like, but I know nothing about this. My father told me many times that in life I have to avoid Jews and Gypsies, this was one of his life advice a long time ago.
After my great aunt Barbara died, my cousin Francesca gave me from her photo albums all photos that were with my direct blood-related relatives: my father, my grandmother, my godfather, taken through the years, since they were children, together with their cousins and their parents and grandparents. Then someone stole that bag with old photos from my cupboard, exactly like they take photos from my computer. Then I realized that they took photos too from the collection my father left me before dying, where he placed a part of the collections of photos of my grandmother and my godfather after my godfather died. It is true, and sad, they take my things, and I don’t have now too many photos as proves about what I have to say here. When I was a child I used to look at old albums with my grandma and she explained me everything.
First certainty is that these two brothers (my father and my uncle) did not resemble with each other at all. It can still be proved through many photos and films. Another certain thing is that they did not resemble their parents, as far as I have seen. Another absolutely certain thing that I can prove (at least a few years ago I still had photos) is that my grandparents, their parents, were them through the years, since their youth until their death, they were certainly the same people. Another thing is that my father and my godfather don’t resemble the children they said that they were in the photos with them and their family (who are certainly their family). They changed their appearance at some moment in their childhood. When I was little, my godfather told me, showing me a photo with him as a child: "Cristina, you will never believe this, but that one was me." Back then the whole family told me and knew that my godfather had very blond hair and white skin when he was little, but his eyes were dark since then. In the photo you see here he had cancer in its later stages and was very pale. Otherwise his skin was darker all his life. He never dyed his hair. Here his hair was not whitened completely. He was 10 years older than my father, he was born on the 4th of March 1932. My father too changed in childhood, his skin became whiter and he became completely different. But the transformation of my uncle was impressive and a mystery to me. So I studied all my family photos and I arrived at some conclusion, but then they took a part of them, and now I cannot tell for sure if it could have been them. because there are only two options as far as I see: either they replaced those two children from my family photos in the family of those elders, or they had some genetic mutations, at least my uncle for certain.
This is the only mystery about my family. All the rest I already told. These men gave me shelter, peace and silence, protected me and gave me good education and taught me only good things, regardless of what they were. And I was perfect as an individual and there was no reason for the society to destroy or torture me, I don’t know why they did what they did. And I was not a mutant, I resembled very much the child that I was, until 2007 when they began to torture me more and my physical illness aggravated. All who knew me told me that I changed very little since youth and it was true.
When I was 18, in the beginning of 1989, my godfather and father talked in front of me a thing that hurt me — father said aloud that I was a genius and because of this a great tragedy will come over and my godfather replied that he knows that, but there is nothing to be done.
The night before my suicide attempt in December 1998, I was on my own in a train compartment with many people and a stranger began to talk with me and told me evil things about Gypsies and other things and he said that he cannot save me because my country is in the grip of two genetic mutants and he can save the life of a single person each year. Those were not dreams or hallucinations, it was the truth, they tried to scare me and I was pickpocketed too. Then when I arrived in a touristic station they did not accept me in any hotel to sleep although I still had money, they put a mad man walking in pajamas on my way to scare me and told me that I have to sleep there where that man was, then they called the policeman and threatened me that my place is in the police arrest, then they accepted me to sit in the restaurant where a group of people made me dance with a young man (I was not insane, I had only a horrible headache and I was very tired) and while a Gypsy band played songs I still remember now, they danced around me and filmed me because they had a camera with them. They were not Gypsies. I called my father who came there with a cab from Bucharest and took me home. I asked him to take me to the psychiatric hospital because my headache was too powerful. He said that it is useless and only Balaceanca is the place for me ( a place for very serious mental illnesses, not like the other one). He went to bed and I tried at first to lay down in my bed and took off a part of my clothes, but the headache was stronger and stronger. I took the decision to kill myself and looked down on the window, fearing that I will escape alive, because there was a kind of covering over a local bank-insurance company, Allianz Tiriac, that was then in our block of apartments. So I forced myself to jump over that and people said that I landed on my feet like this. Someone dragged me near the wall, like a neighbor and my father told me. That one did not call the ambulance. It was the neighbor below who found me and called an old-fashioned ambulance. I met her periodically on the street in past years. Then they woke me up in the ambulance asking for my blood group and I realized I was not dead and I tried to fool them. Then I saw myself in the hospital from above, exactly like it is written about near death experiences everywhere on the net. I did not know back then. Maybe it was a dream. Then I woke up in the reanimation room and took off my intravenous line. Since then I never tried to commit suicide anymore. My mother’s brother said that if I landed on those iron beams I would have died for certain. I did not realize that back then, because the headache was very strong. That headache started a few weeks before, in the University of Medicine Carol Davila where I was a student and I took some medicine in vain, Then it aggravated and that’s why I went there towards the Govora station, hoping to relax and feel better, but against my father’s strong opposition.
It was an altruistic attempt of suicide, because my head ached so horribly that I believed I will lose my mind and I shall become an evil robot like those who destroyed me all my life and for me it was unacceptable to kill or hurt eventually a person for example like I was. This was the real reason. When my godfather saw me without a leg, he began to cry with many tears. He also cried for me a few months before that attempt when I went to him and complained about different things. I think those were real tears and real pain and that he really felt sorry for me.
(Here in this photo my father’s books too are hidden inside the cupboard, only a few can be seen. he had good books, but that is not money. They and I never had money. They only had the habit to buy food for their family gatherings, and to arrange it to look special. Otherwise the food was normal. After the 1989 Revolution food was cheap and came from good companies from abroad, but only for a while, then things changed, then the social stratification became clear and my family bought only the cheapest food from hypermarkets. Before 1989 they all said that most of the food was sold on the black market and those who had not relationships starved. I will tell you now the most intriguing fact that happened to me my whole life. I went once unexpectedly, suddenly, when no one knew to a local food store, when everyone was supposed to starve and get on the streets when they heard that meat or eggs, etc were to be sold somewhere. I too stood at queues for food and I was stepped over or insulted, because people at queues were violent then. That day, to my great surprise, I found that the store was empty, no customers or queue inside, yet plenty of smoked chicken to sell. I don’t remember if I bought, probably I did, and yes, the sellers (women) looked strangely at me and said: "Is she stuck now?". I cannot explain this, even now. I think that maybe it was mass manipulation for changing the social system and create revolutionary vibes. I was from the poorest and maybe those women were talking about some kind of future sacrifice of mine, saying about me being "stuck". Even that University teacher who destroyed me became a hero at that Revolution in newspapers, but he had foreign bluejeans, cassette recorders, whiskey and told me that he manages to find food for his family. My family used to discuss politics very much at their gatherings and they all hated and insulted continuously the regime and Ceausescu family, a thing that was boring and disturbing for a child like I was, obliged to listen to their talks. Otherwise, in the back of those food gatherings, they were some of the most decent people possible and never used vulgar words before 1989).
After losing a part of my left leg, people treated me with much more cruelty. And after 2002, since I went to every kind of human rights organizations, churches, charity organizations, institutions, emigration offices (those days Canada and even Spain were trendy, but I went only to Canada), embassies (I asked for the help of foreigners too, imploring them to transmit my plea to any other embassy or organization that can help me), international organizations, etc, anything that you can imagine in my city with my plea for rights and life, they were more and more hideous towards me and they all rejected my requests. It is always the same philosophy: all countries have their psychiatric patients, who, in fact, are considered subhuman, and I only asked for an exception in my case, pleading with arguments all my life, since 1984 in fact, when they started to torture me and when they started to threaten me with psychiatry, although, I repeat, I was intelligent, good, innocent, and no psychological or psychic trouble at all. I became a beggar and also very ill physically in the past few years, but they hardly give 1 RON (leu, our currency) for beggars like me to buy a cheap bread. Some people suggested me that they kill me because I knew their secrets, but I know for certain that it was not this the reason. I was never interested to share useless information or stories that do not interest others. I had no place to go with those so-called secrets. I did nothing wrong, I don’t understand why. It was not because of that smoked chicken story, I was a normal person and anyway no one would have been interested in such things. I always lived a normal life and effectively I asked for help since 1984, being horribly abused by my parents and I told the necessary truth since then until now. Now people on the street call me aloud "smoked grease". That’s what they’re doing.
For example in the photo that you can see in the comment below it is certainly my father, his adult traits are visible. I had more with my father and his brother as children. In the photo below he is in the first row of benches, the only child without a scarf, like the others wore those days, 1948-1949.
My father told me that he was persecuted by the communist regime because of his small bourgeoisie origin or "unhealthy origins", the term of those years. My father explained to me when I was little that a part of the small misfortunes that happened to me in school when I was little were due to the fact that I had relatives abroad. My godfather too told me a part of his life story. My father became the only member in the communist party among my relatives.
Now please think about all these facts that are true. The way they raised me, the things they said, made me become disgusted of and repelling politics. When I was little I could hide after large family meals in a huge garden, which thing I almost always did, in order to avoid their political talks. But after 1984, their talks could be heard from my bedroom too and many times I was forced to stay with them by my mother’s requests, who, otherwise would have slapped me. I never had connections with politics all my life, with a few exceptions. My godfather told me once a word about politics that others too used: "politics is the greatest whore". At the 1989 Revolution I was dragged by the crowd after a sleepless night, I was not foolish, I couldn’t escape and I won’t explain everything in detail. It was not curiosity, but a fire that others ignited and I was not insane. The moment they executed the Ceausescu couple I had the TV set open, maybe because of that fire that burned in every home then, or maybe my mother told me to watch. If I knew that it was all about a nasty execution, I wouldn’t have watched. Those like me dislike executions, whoever is the hero/martyr/criminal/ head of state, etc. In old times it is written that they executed many "witches" or crowned heads, but this was not entertainment for those like me, but for others. I was always a conformer/conformist person if you want to know the whole truth, I always played by the rules, but I could not guess others’ thoughts. When they killed that presidential couple my father screamed aloud "Death!" and exactly that moment I lost my consciousness for a few seconds and I screamed the same. It was one of the 2 moments in my life with a temporary and short lack of self-awareness. After many years I opened by chance the TV set where I was a lodger and they were just transmitting news and images about Saddam Hussein’s execution and I shut it down hastily. I rarely listened to political news my whole life; I know very few things. In my case it was normal, but I admit that for a person it is necessary to be aware in life about political trends or to play the game as if. I also think that people should be aware about things, because if they sleep on their feet, it is always another Hitler or something else around the corner. I was always lucid about my environment too. I renounced television and radio years ago, lacking money. Some people say that I was the perfect idiot, but that was not true. It is them who isolated me by force effectively since 1984, but I stayed normal and I always was. My godfather visited me once in the psychiatric hospital after my suicide attempt and saw a radio in my bed (I listened to Romanian radio stations then) and said to me : " don’t listen, leave it to the devil". It is true that I was hurt by listening, because they invented exactly those days a song about a crippled woman without a leg and there were many other things I disliked. Only a period in my life, after those days, I listened to radio BBC and radio Vatican, because of many reasons, because of the others. Before 1989 I used to listen to national Romanian radio stations that broadcasted good music sometimes and had some interesting radio programs sometimes. I even received a musical gift dedicated to me when I was in high school and I wrote stories or poems for a teenagers "club" that they made those days, giving different prompts and asking for creativity. After the 1989 Revolution the national radio stations were no more present in my block of apartments and they could be listened to only in my grandparents’ village and in a tailor’s workshop on my street, where I had to go to shorten my trousers I could buy from time to time. Before 1989, since I was little in school, my godparents and other people that I knew listened to radio Free Europe. My parents too listened to that station, but less often. I listened to it only 2-3 times. I disliked that station because they had a tone of voice that I disliked and because I was educated to dislike politics. When I was a child in school I had to do my homework in dim light in my grandmother’s room, with that station she was listening to in Hungarian. Thanks God I did not know Hungarian, it was just like an unpleasant humming.
Only the days after my suicide attempt food was good in that psychiatric hospital and the rooms were full of patients, otherwise the food I received there was always scarce and unhealthy. I was told by my father that in his last horrible days of suffering, my godfather listened every day to radio stations. Once upon a time (the only thing that I am not certain about) I heard him saying to my father: "I won’t let you hurt Cristina, it is me who won’t let you do to her what you did to mom". And eventually my father said: "We will do even more evil to her". Everything I said is the perfect truth, only this dialogue is the only uncertain thing from my memories. I cannot tell for sure that my father wanted to hurt me, in reality I cannot accuse him of nothing for certain and he gave me some good things for sure.
I dislike the social-political system nowadays in my country, but when I was a child I was too young to know what was good or what was wrong. I was maltreated by my parents or state institutions before 1989, but not too much by the state. Being born in 1971, I couldn’t have guessed the communist crimes they are talking about. In the schools where I was a pupil and in high school they always replaced the communist propaganda lessons with maths or physics or something else. Today for me their political system is one of extreme right because poor or handicapped people have no rights or chances at all. For example recently the family doctor told me that the rule is that she cannot give me another official paper to go to the medic for my clogged ear, because she already gave me and I could not go there and I have to wait 3 months until she can give another one. Two months are gone, she will give me another act at the end of August. Like this people with severe illnesses (not about ears) are killed. There are many certain things about the medical system that I don’t write here. I give you one more example about social problems: from time to time water is very dirty at the kitchen and thus, being summer too, old and lonely or poor people die, they are killed. I had to ask again a neighbor for a small loan of one euro yesterday. These things and other like this are not politics, they are about social injustice and real crimes, I knew many like this, I have been through everything.
