Year: 2013

The size of Yoga

Have you ever tried to google Yoga in images? As soon as you press “Enter” a full gallery with flexible slim bodies opens. You get to see abdomens that have probably grew up in a gym where they have never sold any chocolate bars (not even the low fat energizer!). You get to see smooth bottoms, finely shaped as if God spent one full day on their perfect creation. There are flexible bodies contortioned in easier or more difficult postures. You can only twist a bit your head to figure out how to look at the picture from the right angle…then you say “wow!” and move on to the next result of the Google search. There are mostly feminine bodies or female’s parts of bodies, or shadows of fit women in the sunset. Rarely, you get to see a male body or a dog body, but they could still fit into an S t-shirt. The pictures you see on Google may encourage you to believe Yoga is meant for very fit flexible women and nobody …

“The Unberable Lightness of Being”

“What shall we choose? Weight or lightness?” In the VI century BC, Parmenides saw the world divided into pairs of opposites, a positive and a negative: for instance, being/non-being, light/darkness or warmth/cold. But when we are talking about our own existence, in “The Unbearable lightness of Being”, Milan Kundera invites the reader to reflect, which one is positive: weight or lightness? In the first pages of the novel, Kundera briefly shows that both weight and lightness have their positive and negative aspects in the human existence: “The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of …

Bright side of life. Just a cliche?

I thought Copenhagen was not really my cup of tea: the grey days in here were so many and so long that I could feel their heaviness pressing on my lungs; it was not just the sun and the light that I missed but also the warmth of people, the small chat while waiting in a queue, the easy going friendship I made while waiting in the bus stop; on top of everything, converting the prices in the cheapest supermarkets from DKK to RON would always question my competences in math (“Wow, is that really the price!”) and installed the feeling that I have to learn to live only with dark bread, milk, vegetables and tap water. Last week, I met a Portuguese guy during one of my low skilled shifts in DPU who, in a few sentences, made me realized that my whiny attitude towards Copenhagen has to end. We had a moment of respiro before the people arrived at the event, so I took the initiative of socializing in my clumsy usual way, …

Coincidences or interconnections?

For those who believe in coincidences, this story is just an amalgam of facts, scattered on a white page of a silly blog. The facts go as simple and reasonable as this: on New Year’s Eve, I biked towards the City Hall square to see the New Year fireworks show; when I biked back after my first beer of 2013 (and last one, I promise), it was dark and there were many broken glasses on the bike lane from the early drinking stars of 2012 and the late drunkers of 2013; I got myself with an absolutely flat tire before I got home; I felt sad, as it was the first “happening” that the New Year brought to me; knowing that today, on the 2nd of January, I was supposed to bike more than 30 km to DPU, then to Charlottenlund and then back home to Amager, the first thing I did on the 1st of January was to go and make an inventory of all the bike service shops in the neighbourhood which open as early …