Now, I don’t own a TV. I don’t intend to own a TV anytime soon – it is number 2834 on my list of priorities. But every now and then, I get exposed: when I am at my friend’s, go home for the holidays or am eating out at some place. And I get to see and hear some amazing stuff.
On the news, they were reporting that the amount of VAT collected has shown significant increase over the last few years but even that, was not enough. To corroborate their story they made me listen to a snippet from the answer which this repatriated traditional restaurant owner gave to their queries. I swear these were his words: “ beña hager yalew yeVAT tax asebaseb bizu yiqerewal. wich hager sewoch besihtet tax kalkefelu rasachew police eskemetrat yemidersubet huneta new yalew” !!!!!……..???……. some more of that !!!!!
I am not well versed on extraetiopic matters so tell me (those of you who are) – does stuff like this really happen?
Some other things I need to get off my chest:
- I fear (yeseitan joro aysmana) WordPress would be blocked come these elections. How time flies?! I can’t believe that it has been four years since Blogspot was blocked.
- In the interval when the regular students leave and the winter students have not yet returned (or vice versa), the park on the way to the department is quite peaceful. I am looking forward to sitting on a concrete bench, with not a soul in sight, and reading some nice books.
- You know the place in front of the Menelik palace where the minibuses coming from haya hulet make an exit for tourist hotel. There is a small garden there and you could catch – after school hours – kids showing off their acrobatic skills.
- One of the little (very) girls in the neighborhood used to say hi to me and it used to make me feel so good. Because you know that she has no ulterior motives or is not doing it just to get it over with. Then she suddenly stopped and now acts like she does not even recognize me. Whatever happened to “it takes a village to raise a child”, huh? Her family must watch a lot of police program anyway.
- I seem to have forgotten a couple of things. My chest still feels a bit heavy.
- Yes! I got it! The dust from Sudan from last year was back. Bahir Dar was shrouded in its haze for a couple of days.
- No, that was not it 👿 still heavy.
- There is nothing worse than a barber that just would not shut up. And I have seen my fair share of those. But last time, I encountered the barber after my own heart.
Please read the following from The Plague – Albert Camus
Since plague became in this way some men’s duty, it revealed itself as what it really was; that is, the concern of all.
So far, so good. But we do not congratulate a schoolmaster on teaching that two and two make four, though we may, perhaps, congratulate him on having chosen his laudable vocation. Let us then say it was praiseworthy that Tarrou and so many others should have elected to prove that two and two make four rather than the contrary; but let us add that this good will of theirs was one that is shared by the schoolmaster and by all who have the same feelings as the schoolmaster, and, be it said to the credit of mankind, they are more numerous than one would think—such, anyhow, is the narrator’s conviction. Needless to say, he can see quite clearly a point that could be made against him, which is that these men were risking their lives. But again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death.
The schoolteacher is well aware of this. And the question is not one of knowing what punishment or reward attends the making of this calculation. The question is that of knowing whether two and two do make four. For those of our townsfolk who risked their lives in this predicament the issue was whether or not plague was in their midst and whether or not they must fight against it.
from the guys who brought you muz bezinjibil. muz is proving to be highly workable. and if you are wondering why almost every photo i take is on a green background, that is my table. yep! i have one table, two chairs ( one is a three seater 😛 ), many other things in twos like i was Noah getting into his ark, and no tv. call me the minimalist. my friend had to try hard in order to convince me to buy another mug. i just did not see the point in both of us having coffee at the same time. it was unnecessary like double spellings. like a good host, i could have waited until he was finished, washed the mug, … but he was too stubborn.