Silno me već par dana vuče da napišem jedan mali osvrt
apsolutno ne vezan za pse ali vezan za državu u kojoj živim, pa sve nešto bih
pa sve nešto ne bih, ali eto moram jer bum inače eksplodirala…
Prateći tako situacije po Americi, što je za mene vrlo neobično,
gdje je trenutačno definitivno vrlo „veselo“, svako malo uleti i poneka priča
ljudska, tužna, koja te baš onako štrecne, iz ove moje zemlje. Pa eto nedavno
je baš usputna gospođa prisluškujući u
tramvaju saznala da g. Ilija i njegov sin nemaju za dvije kifle jer nisu
skupili dovoljno boca i digla na noge cijelu vojsku pojedinaca da pomognu
novčano i namirnicama toj obitelji u kojoj otac i njegova nevjenčana supruga,
majka njihove dvoje djece nemaju posla i jedva preživljavaju uz dugove državi,
međutim uspostavilo se da g. Ilija ima još pokoji problem ili karakternu manu
koji dodatno otežava situaciju njegovoj obitelji koja ni ovako nije dobra,
paralelno sa time na sve strane se skuplja roba, hrana, higijenske potrepštine
i sve ostalo, te i pokoja novčana pomoć za razno razne ljude i obitelji koji
jednostavno ne mogu preživjeti ili jedva preživljavaju u uvjetima koje im ova
država pruža. Pa onda prije par dana naletim na priču o starijem čovjeku koji
sa svoje dvije sestre od kojih je jedna nepokretna živi, odnosno živio je u
prizemlju svoje trošne kuće grijući se
kartonima i svime što su valjda našli usput, živeći u smeću bez ičije pomoći i
na kraju umrijevši unutra jer se sve skupa zapalilo, naravno vijest su osudili
mnogi, mnoge je njihova priča osupnula i način na koji su skončali svoje
bijedne živote i zgražajući se kako ni susjedi nisu baš previše pomogli istima.
I tako dok sve to čitam, svaku večer gledam skoro pa ista
lica kako skupljaju i pretražuju kontejnere oko mog nebodera, odnosno 6 nebodera
u jednom krugu, neki dolaze i po danu neki samo u okrilju noći, neki imaju svog
psa kojeg usput nahrane ostacima nečijeg ručka, neki povremeno nađu posao pa ih
nema neko vrijeme pa kad ga izgube opet se vrate, svi stari kruh podijele
gradskim pticama koje se tamo nađu. Ako ostaviš igračke dječje ili robu to
nestane u roku od 5 minuta, jednom sam čak igračke kojih smo se mi rješavali
sortirala na licu mjesta sa ženom koja je sa sobom imala kćerku od nekih 10-tak
godina i koja jako voli konjiće (Fran je taman izašao iz faze konjića pa smo ih
imali cijelu hrpu), žena se cijelo vrijeme pravdala kako ionako imaju previše
igračaka doma ali djetetu nikad dosta, priča na koju sam ja pristala jer je
ženi tako bilo lakše razgovarati onako svakodnevno kao što majke razgovaraju,
iako je pritom po djevojčici bilo jasno da je to samo priča jedne majke koju je
sram priznati na što im se život sveo, naravno uzele su sve igračke pa čak i
one potrgane i nepotpune. Gledam i starce i roditelje sa djecom kako na hrelić
i sa hrelića tegle nekakvu svoju robu koju pokušavaju prodati, djecu koja
umjesto da pišu zadaće doma pišu ih tamo gdje njihovi roditelji pokušavaju
zgrnuti par kuna za svakodnevni obrok i još možda nešto sa strane…kad počneš
promatrati svašta vidiš a sve je teže vidjeti neke lijepe scene, kao da smo upali
u neku dramu, neki teški film sumorne tematike…
Neki dan tako izlazim sa psima van i motam se oko nebodera
dok psi njuše i vidim jedno od meni već
poznatih lica kako kopa po kontejneru, uto nekih 50 m dalje dolazi na biciklu
drugo lice isto već poznato među ekipom koja redovito pretražuje naše
kontejnere, ugleda prvog i požuri na svom trošnom biciklu prepunom stvari prema
sljedećem kontejneru jer shvaća da iza ovog prvog nema šanse da išta nađe. Prvi
ga ugleda i munjevito trči ne bi li prvi došao do sljedećih kontejnera …igre
gladi…možda eto naša državna televizija umjesto da otkupljuje istoimenu seriju
može napraviti svoju istog naziva prema stvarnim ljudima i događajima pa možda
i na neki način i pomoći onima jadnijima od nas prosječnih ljudi.
Skuplja se, donira, kupuje odjeća za tuđu djecu, uplaćuju
novci na sve strane i sve od običnih ljudi, sve pojedinci sami od sebe iz neke
etike, suosjećanja , morala organiziraju druge pojedince ne bi li se udružili i
zajedno skupili više nego što prosječna osoba ove države može sama, jer ruku na
srce nitko od nas nema puno. A gdje je tu u svemu tome država? Isprva sam bila
tužna zbog sudbina tih ljudi a onda promatrajući sve to sam postala ogorčena i
na kraju bijesna. Zašto je postalo normalno i kada da optužujemo tuđe susjede
zato što nisu pomogli, zašto je postalo normalno i kada da nas nepoznati
prisluškuju i pokreću lavinu pojedinaca koji onda trgaju od svojih usta da bi
dali u tuđa, zašto je postalo normalno i kada da imamo osjećaj dužnosti
spašavati druge dok paralelno spašavamo i sebe a država pritom da prostiš _urcu sviri. Dok država donosi zakone i propise koji
ne pomažu nikome osim onima povlaštenima i onima na vrhu mi obični ljudi se
organiziramo u što veće grupe pojedinaca da pomognemo onima koji su jadniji od
nas samih i to je postalo već normalno, ali više nitko ne očekuje od države da
nešto poduzme, sad već svi to očekuju od drugih pojedinaca iz svog miljea,
kruga, od onih nekih drugih koji eto danas imaju za ručak ali možda ne za
dodatne stvari ali bi svejedno trebali to podijeliti sa onima koji nemaju.
Da
ja jesam za dijeljenje, da ja volim ljude, da ja jesam empatična ali zašto me
država (i društvo u krajnjoj liniji birajući te neke na vlasti) dovelo u
situaciju da se loše osjećam jer svojih 50 kn ne dijelim sa nekom osobom koja
ni to nema, zašto država ne snosi odgovornost za dobrobit te osobe, zar smo
stvarno spali na to da jadni spašavaju još jadnije dok oni koji bi trebali
voditi računa o boljitku i dobrobiti naroda kao takvog i svakog njegovog
pojedinca vode brigu samo o sebi na kraju?
P.S. U ovoj našoj zemlji imamo (među ostalim suludim
stvarima) i ured za vještačenje osoba sa invaliditetom bez rampe, pa tako često
vještačenja vrše vani na dvorištu što je po meni baš ustvari u stilu cijelog
stanja naše zemlje i stanja u kojem se nalazimo.
For a copule of days now a have a need to write a review
absolutely not related to dogs and their world but related to people and the
state I live in, so I start but then give up, then start again and give up once
more, but at the end I have to write it otherwise I would explode
Following the ongoing situation in America, which is most
unusual for me, where is definitely a very lively time, every now and then some
personal, sad stories surface about this country of mine (Croatia). So recently
a random lady just so happened to eavesdrop on a tram to Mr.Ilija and his son
talking have they have no money to bux second bread roll to eat because they
hadn't collected enough bottles for recycling and she raised a whole army of
people to help with money and food for this family in which the father (Mr.
Ilija) and his common-law wife, mother of their two children, have no job and
can barely get by with what they owe the state, but then it turned out that Mr.
Ilija has a little problem or character flaw of his own that adds to the
challenges facing his family, who are not doing very well as it is, parallel to
that all around the country people are collecting goods, food, toiletries and
everything else, and occasionally even financial assistance for a variety of
different people and families who simply cannot survive or barely survive under
the conditions this country offers them.
And
then the other day I come across a story about an older man living with his two
sisters, one of whom was paralyzed, and they live, or rather lived, on the
ground floor of their dilapidated house and burned cardboard to stay warm and
anything else they'd scavenged along the way, living in trash without anybody's
help and eventually dying inside because the whole thing caught fire, of
course, the news was condemned by many, many were shocked by their stories and
the way their wretched lives ended, horrified that even their neighbors weren't
of much help to them.
So
while I'm reading all of that, every night I watch almost the same faces
rummaging through the containers around my high-rise, the six high-rise in one
cluster, some come by day, others only under the cover of night, some with a
dog that feeds on the remains of someone's dinner, some occasionally find work
and then they're gone for a while, and when they lose it again they return,
they all give the stale bread they find to the city birds there. If you leave
toys or children's clothing these disappear within five minutes, once I sorted
through toys I was getting rid of on the spot with a women who was with her
ten-year-old daughter who really loved little horses (Fran was fresh out of the
horses phase, we had a whole bunch of them), the woman apologizing all the time
that they already had far too many toys at home as it was bur her child could
never get enough, a story that I accepted, because that helped the woman talk
in that everyday way that mothers talk, although meanwhile it was clear,
looking at the girl, that this was just a story for the mother who was ashamed
to admit what their life had come to, and, of course, they took all the toys
and even those that were broken and incomplete. I watch the elderly and parents
with children who take their things to the flea market and try to sell them,
and the children instead of doing their homework at home are doing it where
their parents are trying to pull in a couple of kunas for daily meals and maybe
something on the side ... when you start to observe you see all sorts of things
and it gets harder to watch some beautiful scenes, as if we've all fallen into
a play, a painful movie based on grim, gloomy themes ...
The
other day I went out with the dogs and was wandering around the high-rise while
the dogs sniffed when I saw one of the already familiar faces digging through
the container, and then some 50 meters away on the bike came another person I
also knew, one of the crew that regularly rummages in our containers, he saw
the first one and hurried on his rickety bicycle laden with things to the next
container because he realized that if he came after the first he'd have no
chance of finding anything. The first saw him, and instantly ran in order to be
the first to reach the next containers ... hunger games ... maybe our national
television instead of purchasing the TV series of the same name can make its
own with the same title about real people and events, and perhaps in some way
and help those more wretched than we average people are.
Collecting,
donating, buying clothes for someone else's children, shelling out money on all
sides and all by ordinary people, all of them individuals doing so out of
ethics, compassion, morals, organizing others so they can join together and
gather more than the average person in this country can accomplish on their
own, because frankly none of us are very well off. And where is our government
in all this? At first I was sad about the fate of these people and then
watching all this I became bitter and finally furious. Why and when has it
become normal to blame someone else's neighbors because they didn't help, why and
when it has become normal for strangers to eavesdrop of a random conversation
and then trigger an avalanche of people who than, to help, take food from their
own mouth to give it to others, why and when it has become normal to feel it's
our duty to save others while simultaneously saving ourselves and meanwhile the
government, forgive me the vulgarity, doesn't give a fuck. While the government
passes laws and regulations that do not help anyone except those privileged and
those at the top, we ordinary people are organizing in larger and larger groups
to help those who are worse off than we are, and this has already become
normal, but no one anymore expects the government to do anything, instead we
now all expect this from others in our community, our circle, from those others
who today have enough to eat for dinner but maybe not for other things, yet
they still need to share.
Yes, I am all about
sharing, I care for people, I am empathetic, but why does the government (or
society, by electing certain people to government) has forced me into a
situation that I feel bad not giving my 50 kunas to somebody who doesn't even
have that much, why doesn't the government take responsibility for the welfare
of these people? Have we really fallen so low that it's the wretched saving
those who are just a little more wretched than they while the others, who
should be seeing to the improvement and benefit of the nation as such, and to
each individual in it, are looking after only themselves?
P.S. In this country of ours we also have (among other
totally crazy things) an expert office for people with psyhical disabilities
that has no ramp for the disabled, just the stairs, so they usually give thair
expert opinion out side in the yard, which in my opinion fits just right in the
style of our country and the state in which we are in.
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