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SENSACIÓN DE BIENESTAR
Para que llegue esa sensación de bienestar, primero hay que subir hasta ese lugar. En la actualidad vivimos en el período más cómodo de la humanidad. De hecho, el mayor logro del progreso es el bienestar y el confort: aire acondicionado, climatizador, electrodomésticos de todo tipo, sofás ergonómicos, calefacción... Sin embargo, estamos cada vez más perturbados emocionalmente. La comodidad es como el chocolate. Es buena en cierta medida. Un poco de comodidad está muy bien. Demasiada comodidad provoca bloqueos mentales. Una persona feliz está activa, disfruta de la naturaleza, se interesa por su gente, tiene proyectos y no le presta apenas atención a ese bienestar. ¡No le presta! Eso pasa en esa ascensión a Anboto con Mikel Artaraz Basaguren. Después de un intenso trayecto llega esta sensación de bienestar en la cima. Un momento de éxtasis viendo cómo se esconde el sol... El valle cubierto de una intensa niebla que hemos cruzado durante un largo recorrido para estar viendo este paraíso terrenal.
ONGIZATEA APURKA-APURKA
Ongizatea pixkanaka edukitzea oso interesgarria da gure emozioetan oreka bilatzeko. Ongizate gehiegik gure emozioen diarrea eragiten du eta kaskarrabia huts bihurtzen gaitu egun osoan eroso sentitzea nahi izaten dugulako.
(....ispirata da una donnina che conosco da poco, ma ci siamo trovate subito in sintonia, professionalmente e umanamente...è ironica, sarcastica, indipendente, "cattivella", simpatica, dolce, intelligente...ed è la mia antropologa preferita!!!)
One mattin her mamma dissed: 'Dear Cappuccett, take this cest to the nonn, but attention to the lup that is very ma very kattiv! And torn prest! Good luck! And in bocc at the lup!' Cappuccett didn't capish very well this ultim thing but went away, da sol, with the cest.
Cammining cammining, in the cuor of the forest, at acert punt she incontered the lup, who dissed: 'Hi! Piccula piezz'e girl! 'Ndove do you go?' 'To the nonn with this little cest, which is little but it is full of sacc of chocolate and biscots and panettons and more and mirtills', she dissed. 'Ah, mannagg 'a Maruschella (maybe an expression com: what a cul that had) dissed the lup, with a fium of saliv out of the bocc. And so the lup dissed: 'Beh, now I dev andar because the telephonin is squilling, sorry.'
And the lup went away, but not very away, but to the nonn's House.
Cappuccett Red, who was very ma very lent, lent un casin, continued for her sentier in the forest. The lup arrived at the house, suoned the campanel, entered, and after saluting the nonn, magned her in a boccon.
Then, after sputing the dentier, he indossed the ridicol night berret and fikked himself in the let. When Cappuccett Red came to the fint nonn's house, suoned and entered.
But when the little and stupid girl saw the nonn (non was the nonn, but the lup, ricord? ) dissed: 'But nonn, why do you stay in let?' And the nonn-lup: 'Oh, I've stort my cavigl doing aerobics!' 'Oh, poor nonn!', dissed Cappuccett (she was more than stupid, I think, wasn't she? ), then she dissed: 'But...what big okks you have!! Do you bisogn some collir?' 'Oh, no! It's for see you better, my dear (stupid) little girl', dissed the nonn-lup. Then cappuccett, who was more dur than a block of marm: 'But what big oreks you have! Do you have the Orekkions?' And the nonn-lup: 'Oh, no! It is to ascolt you better'. And Cappuccett (that I think was now really rincoglionited) dissed: 'But what big dents you have!' And the lup, at this point dissed: 'It is to magn you better!' And magned really tutt quant the poor little girl. But (ta dah!) out of the house a simpatic, curious and innocent cacciator of frod sented all and dissed: 'Accident! A lup! Its pellicc vals a sac of solds'. And so, spinted only for the compassion for the little girl, butted a terr many kils of volps, fringuells and conigls that he had ammazzed till that moment, imbracced the fucil, entered in the stanz and killed the lup.
Then squarced his panz (being attent not to rovin the pellicc) and tired fora the nonn (still viv) and Cappuccett (still rincoglionited).
And so, at the end, the cacciator of frod vended the pellicc and guadagned honestly a sacc of solds. The nonn magned tutt the leccornies that were in the cest. And so, everybody lived felix and content (maybe not the lup!).
Cappuccetto Rosso e mr. Capra_BOOOONA A PRIMA!
This is Olare the son of Fig who's territory is in the Olare Orek, a conservancy outside the Masai Mara. He's not shy and quite frequently seen, although his favourite spots are in the logga (ditches) which gives him great cover. He was just about to jump out and into the bushes running along the bank.
The hyena had a wildebeest kill and we watched as they ate according to ranking. The vultures were lurking and suddenly decided they were just too hungry and descended onto the kill. The hyena were temporarily spooked and gave way to the vultures, allowing them a few seconds at the carcass before they regained their supremacy!