Human deformations Donnerstag, Okt 23 2008

Today I am writing about human deformations. Yesterday I saw a documentation about a girl who got severe burns at the age of two. She had several operations but still looks very hideous. Like a monster from a horror movie. She has no nose, no ears, no hairs, no hands and only one foot. Her skin is due to transplantation hard, looks like melted plastic and is full of scars. I feel very sorry for that child. Sure, her dad cares for her, but what when she gets older? What when she comes to school? Children can be very naughty even to normal looking pals. Will she endure the teasing? And what about when she becomes a young lady? What about love and sex? I look up to her because she is so strong and she still enjoys her life. I hope that she will keep this attitude for ever.

The fate of Seth, a young American, is also very touching. Seht suffered from progeria, an illness which lets your body grow older very fast. When he was 10, he looked like an aged. He had no hairs, a big head and tiny creases around the lipless mouth. He died when he was 14. Isn’t it a shocking thought to be a child in the body of an old person? – I have once seen a child wich suffered from progeria. That was in the U. S. as well. The child was very small and tiny and had little white hair like down.

I was fascinated from the first instance when I heard about John Merrick, the “Elephant Man”. He was British and suffered from a very bad full-body deformation. You won’t belive that this is possible unless you have seen a picture of him. One side of his head was like a huge ulcer, one arm and both legs and feeth were unproportional thick and on his back were ugly warts. – I saw a man who reminded me of John when I was in Udaipur, India last year. In a temple sat a man whose right side of the face was hanging down in several lappets.

When I see photos of these poor people then I am glad and grateful that I was born more or less normally.

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Pets Dienstag, Sep 30 2008

Today I am writing about pets. These cute little animals which are like good friends. How much I like pets shows this example: the first word I spoke as a baby was “Zita”. Zita was the name of my first cat. Zita was my love. She slept beside me when I was a baby (altough this can be dangerous if the hairs get into the nose of the baby) and was very careful not to touch me, she was lying there streched out as she would know about the danger. Zita was a bit older than me, but not much, maybe one year. She was my best pal during childhood and teenage years. I always went down into the cellar and sang for her. When I was sad she was there and consoled me. I lost my father when I was 7 and this was one of the hardest times of my life. In some kind Zita took the place of my father and was the most important being beside my mother. She died when I was 18 or 19. I had the chance to say goodbye to her and I really appreciated this.

We also had a dog, a collie, when I was young but I couldn’t build up a strong relationship with her. I think I am more a cat-person.

I always wanted a snake but a vegetarian snake!

In my first own flat in Berne I had two rats. At the beginning they were nice but after my return from a 6 weeks stay in Brighton they didn’t recognise me. They bit me. It was strange: one of them always behaved very strange when I wanted to clean up. Once he bit me in the back of my hand, the scar in form of a crescent is still visible.

After the rats I had three mice. They were cute but their deaths in short distances was dramatic in different ways: Mavros was the first to go. He suffered from an outer bleeding abscess. One day he was lying dead in his hut. About a month later my favourite, Ponitiki, began to suffer from an illness. Maybe it was an inner abscess. He couldn’t walk straight and I decided to kill him. Two days later Platinos committed suicide. I was holding him in my hand when he got cold and died. This was a very intense experience.

At the moment I have a cat and again two mice.

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Fakes on Ebay Samstag, Sep 13 2008

For me, Ebay is a great opportunity to buy items from around the world. It is great how many items are available on that biggest Internet market. What is not good is that there are a lot of betrayers. People who want to sell a fake Gucci bag as real, people who describe a ring with a synthetic gemstone as natural. Sometimes, you can distinguish easily between real and fake, but sometimes it is really hard to do so. You only have the photo. You can’t check to item yourself, you can’t touch it, you can’t smell or whatever. Yeah, sure there are the judges of other customers but can you trust them? I have once bought a ring with a fake star sapphire. It was indicated as natural stone and the former clients had written only positive statements. When I bought it I wasn’t sure about it being genuine, but I relied on the clients statements. Thought that so many people can’t be wrong. When I finally got the ring I immediately saw that it was a man-made stone. And I recognized that you can’t trust these former clients - not because they would lie, but because they don’t know it better. Most of them are not from the jewellery business, most of them don’t know much about stones, so they simply belive what is written about an Ebay article and they won’t be suspicious.

So, that’s the problem about Ebay. Now you want to know what you can do to be a bit more secure? Check the description carefully, find out as much as possible about the item (try to become kind of an expert), ask the seller a question, read the client statements nevertheless, think about the price (you can’t get a real Gucci for 10 Dollars), compare the offer with similar other offers, visit the store of the seller (if there is one) and try to find out if his other items are real or fake. If you have done all these you can be more or less secure. And never buy if you have a wrong feeling about the item.

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Job search Donnerstag, Sep 4 2008

It’s really hard to find a job as a textile professional in Switzerland.

I have good marks in my diploma, am a kind and motivated person but in spite of all these good things I always get negative answers from the human resources people. They invite me for interviews, they tell me: Oh, you were very good in school and we have the opinion that you are reliable and would fit into the team.

And then, some days later they turn me down and say they have chosen a person with more experience. Yes it’s true I don’t have much working experience but someone must give me a chance that I can build up experience! How can I ever put my foot in that business if everybody wants someone with experience. I am intelligent and I am sure I could learn whatever I had to learn quite quickly!

Everybody thinks Switzerland was the paradise. But they don’t know that e. g. me I don’t get a single penny from the Swiss unemployment insurance. That I have to live on what I have saved before. And living in Switzerland is expensive, so in about a month or two I won’t have anything left on my bank account. Sometimes I consider prostitution or commiting a crime. I mean one has to live, no?!

Oh my god, all these business people with their lies and fake smiles are getting on my nerves! Why can’t they be honest? I don’t know if honesty and kindness ever were good attributes but nowadays they are not worth a penny, they are useless or even worse: they are bad attributes. Liars, betrayers and mercyless persons are most common in the business world. Where does this lead to?

I am tired of spending hours at jobs.ch and other job platforms, I am tired of applying and being refused ever and ever again. I am a pretty, young, motivated, creative, interested, intelligent girl but if this goes on like this I will soon loose my confidence.

Why can’t I publish my fantasy novel, why can’t I become a designer, why can’t I be a popular artist? My works are beautiful, much more beautiful then most of what is on the market. But here is another crazyness: People, especially art people, want ugly, crazy things. Art which produces big questions mark in the observers mind, art which looks like from the three year old son of the artist. Why? This is nonsense! Centuries ago art was beautiful and stunning. You decorated the walls of your home with art and you loved it. Artists had to be skilful in what they did. Art was not easy to produce. But nowadays everybody can be an artist. You just take a piece of paper and you vomit over it and it’s art and will be hang up in a gallery and highly admired by art conaisseurs. To be honest, just once: The contemporary art which hangs in some living-rooms just hangs there because the owner bought it for a fortune. It’s a matter of boasting about it! I can’t imagine that a sensible person really likes this art by heart.

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Hello world! Sonntag, Aug 31 2008

It’s a good day to start my blog. I have just won a one-week holiday in a five-star hotel on Mauritius! Isn’t that great? It was the prize of a hat competition at a Polo tournament: the woman with the most exclusive and elegant hat would win. Well, I wore a vintage black velvet hat – a little round thing – with green cock feathers.

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