Homo sapiens non urinat in ventum
I
went for a walk in Amsterdam with a German friend of mine. In the De Balie quarter we came across
a sort of classicistic arcade attached to the typical seventeenth century
architecture. The arch bore the
following words, engraved in a beautiful font: „Homo sapiens non urinat in
ventum”, which translates as follows: a sensible man does not pee against the
wind. We stood there stunned by
this slogan above our heads. My
friend commented that had this arch been built in Germany it would most
certainly have been adorned by a quote from Goethe, some wise
aphorism. I was sure that in
Poland it would be engraved with a quotation from the Pope. But this was an
example of sheer Dutch pragmatism.
We
agreed that we both seem to belong to nations that are familiar with peeing
against the wind.
Road Traffic, Amsterdam style
I
observed a strange scene from my window.
A policeman encouraged a docile group of Japanese tourists to cross the
road at a red light. There were no cars in sight at all. The disorientated
Japanese followed his advice and ran across the street obediently, though
without much confidence. An hour
later the queen was on her way to a nearby church and her limousine had to stop
at the same crossing. The
limousine happened to block the tram rails eliciting an angry hoot from the
impatient tram driver.
Statue
The statue of a prostitute was unveiled on a sunny Sunday
afternoon right by the Oude Kerk church. The small bronze figure of a woman
leaning on a street lamp is meant to remind people of this profession,
allegedly the oldest, yet embarrassing and ignored. It is also to remind them of female slavery, sexual abuse,
the demonisation of sex and the downplaying of the problem. However, the ceremony itself was
cheerful. A brass band played and
there were crowds of prostitutes of both genders as well as representatives of
their trade unions. There were also families with children, some busybodies like myself and a few tourists. Leaflets on safe sex were handed out,
some in the form of children’s fairytales. Right by the church there was a
special contraption where one could learn how to put on a condom.
Finally, as the brass band, adding splendour to the
occasion, was marching around the church it came across a couple of newlyweds
coming out of Oude Kerk following their wedding ceremony. The band spontaneously treated the
newlyweds to a concert playing with the same ardour with which it performed for
the sex workers. For a moment the
two processions joined and merged with one another.
The Animal
Protection Party
In the 2006 elections the Dutch Animal Protection
Party gained two seats in parliament, in the first such case in the history of
world democracies. Thanks to these two seats the party was able to pass a law
banning people from rearing animals for fur. I wonder if my great grandchildren
will ever have a chance to vote for such a party in Poland. Supposing in a
hundred years there is still such a thing as Poland and such a thing as
elections.
Plica
polonica
My dreadlocks are very popular here, especially with
blacks. Every now and then someone stops me with a smile asking if I’m married
to an African. I explain with a smile that dreadlocks are not really a Rastafarian
or African invention. I bring up
the term „Polish tangle” which is well documented in reports by travellers who
visited our country in the seventeenth century. At that time the tangle was a widespread phenomenon, known all over Europe as plica polonica and generally associated
with Poland. In a certain sense we can be proud to have introduced this
hairstyle to Europe. Plica polonica should be added to the
list of our inventions, alongside crude oil, pierogi and vodka.
The Plural
A foreigner who has been struggling to learn Polish
congratulated me on the attention our country devotes to animals, especially
dogs. I did not understand what he meant.
So he explained very carefully that he noticed these
special traffic signs on Polish roads saying „Piesi” [piesi in Polish means pedestrians; pies, plural psy, means dogs] and that he had never seen
such a thing anywhere else in the world.
At the same time nowhere will you find so many stray dogs running
around. He thought it was
extremely nice and humane to warn drivers to look out for dogs; after all, so
many of the poor animals end up under wheels of cars every day. Until then he thought we were not
particularly sensitive to the rights of animals and even irresponsible with
regard to domestic animals. He illustrated this with the example of feral cats
he observed from the window of his student residence every day and of chained
dogs in Polish villages, something
that in his country is regarded as a crime. That is why he really appreciated
this small breakthrough in our mentality and the fact that we had placed such
traffic signs on our roads. It was
with the utmost regret that I had to explain to him that he had misunderstood
the sign.
Gastrogeography
Once, feeling hungry as I was walking down the pedestrian
district in Zielona Góra, I stopped two men and asked them where one could get
an inexpensive vegetarian meal around here. I had had enough of pierogi that we plant-eaters are
force-fed in most establishments.
It took them some time to consider my expectations; obviously, I was
demanding too much.
– Inexpensive … – said the first.
– Vegetarian … – repeated the other, scratching his
beard.
Finally they looked at each other and the first one said:
– The nearest place might be in Berlin.
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