Sunday, October 28, 2007

I write it best...

...when I write nothing at all.

Had some complaints about the fact that I do not post blogs that often anymore. It has a reason: there is hardly a thing to write about. My dad says there is a story in everything. Well, I have been surfing the web a lot lately (as a student you have a lot of spare time, although I just bumped into a girl in the library who asked whether I studied ad the Adh. When I confirmed this she said she figured, since she saw me so often in the library- she did this school last year and as a result she had no social life, she said. Mmmm, I have no social life either, and that is why I go to the library. Not in the first place to study. But I did not tell her that) and a lot of people seem to agree with him: the amount of blogs about nothing is impressive.

Let me not be one who adds anything to this bush of worldwideweb BS. So I will keep writing, but only when I have something which is worth writing about. Anyone who has any suggestions, please feel free to mention them to me.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Switerland politics-

So, politics.

I wrote in one of my very first blogs that I am interested in politics. And that is still the case. I thought that I BiH I was at the apex of difficult political systems. Of course I was wrong. The political system of Switserland is almost as complex as that of Bosnia. Politics here are a bit less rough, a bit less hostile, but still vague.

I have been here now for about six weeks, and it seems as if there have been elections every weekend that I have been here. And maybe that actually was true, but no one seems to be able to explain me what the elections were for. Except for the elections of last weekend. Those were the elections for the national government. And the right wing party won. Apparently in a small landslide. However, because of the system of having only 7 ministers in the cabinet of whom only one can belong to this covertly racist party, they will not have a majority in government.

According to one of my my Swiss professors, last Sundays's election day was a sad day for Switzerland. Nevertheless, every cloud has a silver lining: the first non-white parliamentarian ever was elected for the National Council of Switzerland: Ricardo Lumengo. He was quoted saying 'I am the back sheep', with reference to the add of the right wing SVP, in which a black sheep is seen being kicked out of Switzerland by white sheep. The right wingers might have won, but their first implicit promise, articulated on that poster, was broken on election day...

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

La Saleve, Geneva

Pictures: my parents (my mother would like to state for the record that she was not dressed for the picture), me and Geneva itself.


"A cell is only two meters long, and barely two meters wide."
No matter how inaproriate it is, the first line of the poem '"Het Lied der Achttien doden" (the song of the eighteen dead, a Ducth Second World War Poem) came to mind when I entered my room in the dorm where I am going to stay for the coming nine months in Geneva. The room is tiny, looks like a cell and is, well, tiny. It has a single bed, a desk, a chair, a stool, a cupboard, a closet and a sink. It has two lights, internet connection (thank god) and there is nothing to be hanged on my walls. It is a fifteen minute bikeride from the center of town, the hallways are sterile (which is good), the showers are communal (so shower curtains, no doors; four showers on a row, and this morning there was no hot water).
It is an all-men dorm. Need I say more? Visitors are allowed until 22.00. They appreciate bachelors here- I feel appreciated....

Most people go to university, take a job that pays well, take another job that pays more, and than gradually make promotion. My life is a mirror of that kind of life: I have a job that pays very well, than one that pays a bit less, and than I go to university... Let's say I do not like conventions....

Anyway, it makes me appreciate what I had more. The good side about this situation is that it can only go uphill from here.

And talking about uphill- my parents where here, and we went to the Saleve, a mountain ridge just outside Geneva, in France. It was stunningly beautiful. The room that I live in might suck, but the place that I live in doesn't. See the pictures.