Saturday, March 31, 2012

Humans are the lowest creatures on Earth

Many of you were probably frowning when you read the title of this post. But nevertheless I hold the strong conviction that we are indeed the lowest creatures that are roaming the surface of this planet. And why, you might ask? Because we are the only creatures that are NOT living in perfect harmony with this planet. We perhaps live in nature but we certainly don’t live with nature. And the few of us who did, have quickly be converted either the soft way or the hard to the so-called civilised way of living, like the American Indians or the tribes in Africa. Those were still people who appreciated the beauty of this planet and tried to live in harmony with it, by giving and taking. We, the self-declared civilised people, are only taking from nature what we need without giving anything in return. Instead of living in harmony with this planet we try to re-shape it such that the planet serves our ever-growing needs. And our hunger for more is unstoppable. We consume the Earth’s natural resources at a fearsome rate. We pollute this planet so much that it is dying and we don’t seem to really care because our greed is more important to us. We reproduce and reproduce without there being any real natural threat anymore apart from the odd disease, meaning that we have totally overcrowded our environment and that there is ever less space for the rest of the natural inhabitants of our world. Oh, we all want children so badly that we spare no cost in order to have them without considering the consequences outside of our insignificant personal world. Some say that children are our future, but if we continue to reproduce at this pace there’ll soon not be any future left because every child needs its share of the fading resources. You might even say with a bit of cynism that those who have more than two children are co-responsible for the murder of our planet!

There is only one more kind of beings that has exactly the same kind of behaviour like us, and those are the parasites. Yes, we humans are parasites! We consume our host completely and when it dies, we simply move to the next host or if that is impossible, we prefer to die with our host rather than to do anything about it. Some say, and especially the more religious ones among us, that man is the "lord of creation". Please, don’t make me laugh! We? Lords? Why should we be more important than any other living creature, either plant or animal? Because we happen to be a tad more intelligent? Actually, I also doubt very much whether we are indeed more intelligent than some animals and I can only agree to what Douglas Adams wrote. He argued that dolphins are more intelligent than man because all they ever do is mocking about in the water, having a good time. Whilst we humans spend hours in peak-hour traffic, do jobs that most of us don’t want to do in the first place, pay awful mortgages and in the end only spend a minimal amount of our time on the things that really matter. No, then I’d much rather be a dolphin!

And there is another aspect about man which makes me say that we are the lowest creatures of them all. We consider ourselves to be so incredibly important and so above everything else in this world, that we believe that we can just do anything to any other living creature without the slightest bit of remorse, let alone punishment. And yes, before any extreme veggie reacts to my post, I’m a meat eater, like we humans naturally are for the largest part. It is a law of nature that you have to kill in order to eat. Cats, for example, can ONLY survive on meat, although some idiots are trying to feed them carrots and other plant-like stuff that is very unhealthy for them. On top of that, I hold the firm belief that also plants are a lot more sophisticated creatures than is generally accepted and it’s not because a carrot doesn’t say “auch” when you throw it alive in boiling water that it doesn’t suffer. There are tonnes of evidence that plants not only feel, but that they also communicate with each other, like e.g. Australian eucalyptus trees which start to produce not only poison but also pheromones when they “feel” that something is eating its leaves. These pheromones are picked up by the other trees and also they start producing poison in order to deter the animals from eating any more.

So I repeat: all creatures great and small, we are all EQUAL! We all have EQUAL rights to be on this planet and to live the life for which we were destined. And now I come to the nut of the matter because you’ll probably wonder why I’m writing all of this. A couple of days ago, we received a telephone call from an extremely friendly lady who lives in the village of Sologno, about 5km away from us. She had spotted a strange-looking cat among the usual strays that roam in the streets over there. Her description made us believe in miracles again, although we were still in a lot of doubt, but when we saw it we were absolutely certain: it was our little Thomas!!! But apart from being overjoyed about finding him back, we were deeply grieved because Thomas was no longer the Thomas we always knew: good-humoured, curious and proud. No, Thomas’ appearance has changed a lot. His fur is knotted and dirty and he’s very thin, all things which you could expect after him being away from home for more than two months and after having survived these terribly cold first weeks of February. But what’s a lot worse: his nose is severely swollen and his eyes are dull and sad. He’s incredibly scared of humans now. Which leads us to conclude that Thomas’ adventure started with a very bad experience with humans which probably continued while he was in that other village. There he was probably treated the same way like the other strays and we can only thank heaven and earth that there are still a couple of merciful people around who’ve fed him a few scraps every now and then so he could stay alive. Of all of Earth’s creatures, there is only one who’d do this to another living creature, just for pleasure or because it “feels like it”: man. And therefore, we are the lowest of them all.

It’ll probably take a bit more time before we’ll be able to catch him. But now we’re reassured that he’s still alive and that one day he’ll return to our family. His physical wounds will probably heal. His psychological ones probably not entirely and he’ll most likely not be the same Thomas anymore we’ve always known. It's sad, but we'll have to accept it. At least he’ll be back and we’ll spoil him like a little baby, which he actually is: our little baby. No matter how much other people laugh when we say that...

Thursday, March 29, 2012

The magazine article!

It's truly amazing!!! Obviously Christine and I already knew about it for some time, so perhaps the most amazing thing about it is that I managed to keep my mouth shut until now. But since last week the new edition of the Flemish "Grande ItaliĆ«" magazine ("Grande Italy") is available at every decent news agent's or bookshop. In it, you'll find a four-page article about our B&B!!! :-D 

For those of you who master the language I've posted the first two pages of the pre-publishing version of the article here:


Oh... We're soooo thrilled!!! :-)

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The simple things in life

What makes life truly special? If you ask me... it's the small, simple things. We spend so much time making money, trying to buy a bigger house than our neighbour, trying to buy a bigger car or a fancier mobile phone... and for what? Of course money is necessary in order to survive and try to build an enjoyable life. It's such a disgrace that even in these "developed" times there are still so many people who even haven't got a roof above their heads, especially in the self-declared "developed" countries. But what does it matter to have a lot of money? Before we came to Italy, Christine and I sold EVERYTHING! I'd got a beautiful and reasonably expensive car. Heck, I sold it and... GOOD RIDDANCE! The insurance company will not make any big money out of me anymore! Give me a Vespa anytime! :-)  We had a fairly big house with a beautiful garden which Christine was so proud of because she had designed and created it herself... Well, we're very happy that the new owners appreciate it so much! None of these things count in a million years if you talk about true happiness. And that is what I would like to talk about today. 

And for those who'd argue that it's easy for us to say because we're living here in Italy without any worries etc... You just don't know how wrong you are! Because of the local mob clan and this incompetent geometer in the first place we're up to our ears in debt and we're still facing two lawsuits because those greedy bastards still think we haven't paid enough. And this after we'd planned everything so carefully and believed that we could survive in Italy for at least two or three years without having to work at all. Now we're living here with the sword of Damocles over our heads and can only hope that the bank will keep its faith in us. 

And do you know what? I DON'T CARE! Not anymore! I've had too many sleepless nights and will not let my life be ruined anymore because of such horrible people or financial worries. Enjoy every day as if it were your last!!! And do you know what? It works! What do you think about the following pictures? When we were having breakfast, our entrance lane was suddenly occupied by the roe-deer family which has been roaming the area for some time now. And obviously, Christine couldn't contain herself and had to sneak out with some old bread, hoping that the roe-deer would  come and pick it out of her hands. Well, the roe-deer kept a safe distance, but didn't really run away either. They'd probably sussed that Christine is an animal-loving person and wouldn't do them any harm, on the contrary. But the deer just wanted to make sure I guess. Better luck next time, Christine! :-) 



Thursday, March 22, 2012

Christine, the lumberjack

Did I already mention that I have a fabulous wife? One that isn't afraid of making her hands dirty and if necessary do jobs that other women (or men!) would never dare to do? Today she gave yet another demonstration of what she's capable of. She took her chainsaw (yes, her chainsaw) and went up the hill right next to our house because there were some dead and deformed trees to be cut down. One of which was well over 15m tall and nearly as thick as the blade of her chainsaw! She admitted that she was indeed a bit scared. Who wouldn't be, standing on a steep slope with such a dangerous machine in your hands and cutting down a big tree that could just as well land on your head. But she did it. And how! The tree fell exactly where she hoped it would, right in between two bushes that she absolutely wanted to preserve, which left her a space of about 4m for the trunk to fall into. And it fell right in the middle of it! Oh... how proud she is... and how proud I am of her!  Just look at that happy smile on her face! :-)

What a woman...




Sunday, March 18, 2012

Closing ranks

It's been a while since I wrote about the Big Bad Wolf and his followers, most prominently the Nasty Little Man. But lately tension has risen again. You may remember the NLM, the contractor who started the restoration works to our house and who we consequently thanked for his services after we fired the Big Bad Wolf, our geometer/architect, for running a scam, for being totally incompetent and for trying to rip us off. The list of defects to our house is growing every day and I'll list some of the most important here:

- Water in our walls and under the floor due to incorrectly laid drainage tubes (and we've got floor heating - how much do you think we've already spent trying to keep our house warm!)
- When we went to sign the act for the acquisition of our house and land, all of a sudden 2 plots of land had disappeared from the original plans (we suspect that this was part of a secret deal between our ex-geometer and the vendors because the former probably had a percentage of his own in the sale somewhere and negotiated to have these plots removed so the house would still fit our budget and he would still get his fee without us knowing it. At the solicitor's he claimed that these plots had never been part of the sale, although we've got his original map!)
- A derelict entry road (for which we paid €5.000!)
- Only 6cm of roof insulation whereas the legal minimum is 12cm (imagine what this means during winter!)
- Dubious paperwork (e.g. the compulsory seismic study has only been requested AFTER the works had already started and even AFTER we had already fired the BBW - imagine how insurance companies will react if anything should happen to our house!)
- and so and and so on...
The BBW went to court claiming another €16.000 of fees and expenses (after we'd already paid him over €4.000) and this left the NLM in a bit of a fix. He too is still claiming a lot of money from us: initially €38.000, then he lowered it to €27.000 and the last thing we heard was €21.000. During the final reconciliation meeting in April last year, he said he'd sue us. Well, we're still waiting. Our brave solicitor told us that lately she'd accidentally bumped into the NLM's solicitor in court and that he again insisted that we'd pay up or he'd take it to court. Upon which she obviously replied: "Go ahead, we're already waiting a year!"

Now you'd think that the infamous Italian mafia isn't what it used to be anymore. We're already in the 2010's, the Italian government is taking the war against the mafia very seriously and we're also far away from the south of Italy, where the mob's  still holding strong. But nothing is less true. Also here, the mafia is apparently still controlling a large part of everyday life. Not that people get shot for not paying their "protection fees", or at least not that I know of, but intimidation, corruption and the buying off of local officials are still well-spread practices over here. For example, our ex-geometer usually charges a secret fee of 10-20% to all of the workers who want to work on his projects. And if they don't accept? Tough... but no more work! And who do you think these workers pass it on to? Right! Us, the innocent people who try to build a new life with every penny we've got. And what do all of the local people do? They keep silent and just pay the bills. No one has ever dared to challenge the omnipotent family of "Kings" of the Emilian Apennines. Not even a poor English family which came to live here a few years before us and was consecutively robbed of €100.000 (!) without even realising it. No one... until Christine came here. She threw the BBW right out and the NLM after him and she'd be more than happy to take all of this to court, obviously with the aid of our brilliant female solicitor (I'm sorry to say it guys, but it takes a woman to do this!) - and this after our previous two (male) solicitors wet their pants when they heard who we were up against and were more than happy to hand our case over to someone else. 

All of this has obviously made the "Royal Family" very nervous and if threats are no longer sufficient, they try other means, like inciting the whole population against us. And unfortunately, this works in part. Christine's been looking for a lot of manure to make our field fertile again so she can create a garden. Initially, she found a very friendly farmer who was more than happy to drop his manure on our field because just like about anywhere else the farmers are having difficulties to get rid of the stuff. But after he'd already dropped two tractor loads, he didn't come anymore. And also all of the other farmers in our village have suddenly refused, and very rudely too. Well, if they can afford manure disposal it's their problem. Christine's now found another farmer a bit further away and he's more than keen to come to us. But it's just an illustration of the BBW's power and what a horrible man he actually is. Truly someone who's never heard the word "no" in his life and who's always had things his way. But this is going to change! We're going to bring him down, so hard he won't even know what hit him! We're going to free these mountains of his despicable influence so everybody can again live in peace and without having to pay any more tribute to a person who doesn't deserve it in the least. 

I wish I could post a picture of this man, but couldn't find any immediately on the web. But that's ok, Danilo Silvestri... you're history... and you'll be remembered as the last of the mob bosses of these mountains. People will spit when then hear your name and you will lose all of the money you so wrongly took from all the poor people, yes, even from your own family! Trying to rip us off was your biggest mistake and one which will remain a very painful memory to you forever!  

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Pictures of the day

This morning, Christine got up a little earlier because she'll spend the week in Flanders, helping her mother with the move to a new apartment. But that didn't stop her from taking the following two gorgeous pictures. Yes, after a good week of summer, winter came back to give us a final snow blanket. And then there are some who hate winter? Well, that's perhaps easy for me to say because I don't have to endure peak hour traffic. Or rather make that... any traffic at all. But still every season has its beauty and perhaps winter even more so than the others. That is what I truly like about the Italian Apennines: here one can still find true seasons. Summer over here is real summer and winter is real winter. Not the wishy-washy all year round twelve degree rained down excuse for a weather we get in Flanders or the rest of Western Europe. Christine just told me through Skype that she can't wait to return to Italy. And who wouldn't believe her? It's just 6 more days, my love... 


Saturday, March 3, 2012

Harry's back!!!

Yes!!! Harry's back!!! Well, at least we believe it's good old Harry because you can't really be sure, can you? But for about a week we get a regular visit from a wild boar, probably attracted by our heap of compost. A couple of days ago I went out on our terrace to absorb a bit of sunshine with a nice glass of wine, and I noticed that our cats were a bit nervous and were staring towards the bush next to our house. So I went to take a look and didn't immediately see anything until... Harry suddenly stormed out of the bush and away, over the hill behind our house. I was a bit startled because the boar had been sitting just 10m in front of me. But apparently Harry was more startled than I was. The day afterwards I saw him again, by the trees behind our field. I immediately ran for my camera, but by the time I got out and close enough, Harry had spotted me and hotted off again. So my apologies for this bad picture, but at least it will still count as proof for my story! :-)