All is good in my
world.
All is fine.
I had a most
entertaining and enlightening afternoon and evening yesterday with my Ukrainian
friend Daria. Together we watched an excellent game of Australian Rules
football, saw the Rolling Stones in concert, discussed the mystique of fashion
and had a glorious and in-depth discourse on world politics and human nature. As
is always the case when I meet up with Daria – I feel enlightened and culturally
enriched.
I bask in her
over-glow.
Daria is former
catwalk model who is now a fashion designer. I met her many years ago through
my Italian friend Ornella. Ornella was also once a fashion model who then
turned Restaurateur. Both women are incredibly tall and exude style and
gorgeousness that is several universes above my own.
I do not know why
the term catwalk model is used for fashion models - nor do I really care.
I don’t give a
fuck.
Alas Ornella sold
up her restaurant and moved back to her family in Switzerland last year -
taking a large hunk of my heart with her. I have however kept in touch with both
her and Daria. Daria still resides in Singapore and we on occasion catch up.
Yesterday was
such an occasion.
Apart from being
stunningly blonde and beautiful and incredibly long-legged - Daria is an
exceptionally intelligent and interesting person. She speaks five languages and
has a Bachelors degree in Politics and a Masters degree in Fine Arts.
I enjoy her
company very much.
For some reason
there is a tendency to think of beautiful, blonde and glamorous women as being
dumb.
I don’t know why.
Either does
Daria.
Daria and I often
communicate on the subject and concept of culture and cultural identity. I have
in the past mentioned Australians proclivity in sport and how I believe it fits
into our ideology. She in turn believes that art and literature are a part of
the Russian and Ukrainian dogma.
I have previously
mentioned to Daria my love of Australian Rules football and in particular the
Geelong Football Club. They are coincidently known as the Cats however they are
runners not walkers. Australian Rules football is a game that Daria is
unfamiliar with. Many people outside of Australia are unfamiliar with the game.
It has complicated and often changing rules and it is quite difficult to
explain to someone who has not seen it before. It is nothing like rugby or
soccer and the English with whom I work do not understand it at all.
They are however
not particularly bright.
I had not spoken
to Daria for quite a while but was moved to contact her when I read of the
recent public unrest and violence that has broken out in the Ukraine. I am
aware that Daria goes back to Kiev quite a lot to visit her family and I was
concerned about her safety and welfare. When I rang her she assured me that she
was all right – as is her family in Kiev - but she too was worried about the
situation and indeed the future of her country. She then suggested that we get
together to catch up in person. As this weekend was the start of the Australian
Rules football season and I had also been offered some tickets to the Rolling
Stones concert – I asked whether she wanted to come to watch both.
She said that she
would.
So we did.
Daria proposed
that after the game and the concert we should go to a Russian restaurant so that
I could try good borscht. I reluctantly agreed. The Russians and Eastern
Europeans that I know seem somewhat obsessed with feeding me borscht. I think
that it is perhaps because I have previously said to them that I find it
particularly nasty.
It is beetroot
soup for fuck sake – of course it is nasty.
Sorry my Russian
and Ukrainian friends – but borscht is the vegemite of Eastern Europe. It is a
mephitic and malodorous concoction that I think one needs to be brought up on
to appreciate.
It is very much an
acquired taste that I have not yet acquired.
I doubt that I
ever will.
So by arrangement
I met with Daria at the Boomerang bar in Robertson quay. It is a quintessential
Australian expatriate venue that I normally avoid like the plague -however I
knew that I was going to be force fed beetroot soup later that night so I meant
to go on the offensive.
I arrived at the
venue before Daria and settled at a table near one of the large screen
televisions. I was surrounded by mostly male bogan Australians who were
swilling down beer at astounding speed and volume whilst burping and farting
and saying ‘bewdy’ a lot.
This is my
culture - these are my brethren.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
I could tell that
Daria had arrived before I actually saw her because first a hush settled in the
bar and then there was a buzz. She swept into the place in a blaze of
blondeness and legs and stilettoes and arrogance and I had to say ‘steady boys’
to a couple of lads seated at the adjacent table.
They were panting
like rabid dogs.
I gulped in a
huge whiff of Chanel Number Five as we kissed each other on both cheeks and I
laughed aloud when she called me ‘darlink’. She also refers to me as Pyotr -
which is the Ukrainian version of Peter - and she refers to herself as
Ookranian - which I assume is the correct pronunciation.
She would know.
I told Daria that
she always seemed to cause a ruckus with men ogling at her and she responded by
telling me that all men are ‘peegs’. I reminded her that I was a man and she
reassured me that I was a ‘nice peeg’.
Good one Daria.
We shared a
bottle of a cheeky little Australian Sauvignon Blanc and bought each other up
to speed with events in our life while we waited for the football to start. I was
pleased to hear that our mutual friend Ornella was well and that she had found
love in Zurich with a very nice German man.
Yes I know -
‘very nice German man’ is a blatant oxymoron.
German man or not,
our friend Ornella has had a very tough life and she deserves happiness and joy
so I am pleased that she has found it.
We all do really
– deserve happiness and joy.
Fuck only knows
why it is so elusive.
I enquired with
genuine interest and concern how things really were in the Ukraine and what the
current unease and conflict was actually all about. Daria informed me that like
all conflict, the issues in her country were all about power and politics and
greed. I asked her how so and she explained.
I am blissfully
ignorant on matters concerning the Ukraine and Crimea and I asked poor Daria
many questions and probed her for pertinent facts. I told her that I associated
the word and place ‘Crimea’ with war – and I had for some time. I must have
learned of it in history lessons in my youth. If the word ‘Crimean’ were thrown
into a word association test I would instantly respond with the word ‘war’. I
think many people would – but perhaps not.
I can only speak
for myself.
By word
association - you know what I mean. A word is uttered and one is required to respond
with the first word that comes to mind. “Rubber” – “Duck”. “Robin” – “Hood”. “Florence”
– “Nightingale”. “Mother” – “Fucker”. “Crimean” – “War”. Psychologists and
other mental health professionals somehow use such tests to determine
personality traits and cognitive dysfunctions.
Again I know –
you don’t have to tell me – I have some issues.
Daria explained
to me that the Crimean war that most of us think of was a great conflict between
Russia and Britain that occurred in the 1850’s. She told me that they were the
two global superpowers of this era and it was when the British had a penchant
for invading and occupying countries. Only America does this now. Daria asked
me if I had heard of the nurse Florence Nightingale and the Charge of the Light
Brigade and I told her that I had. She informed me that Florence served with
the British army during the Crimean war and the Light Brigade were a light
horse division in the British army that were involved in a monumental massacre.
I was quite surprised. For some reason I associated both with World War One.
Florence
Nightingale was also known as ‘the Lady with the Lamp” and she is accredited as
being the mother of modern nursing.
Daria went on to
explain the importance of the Black sea to the Russians - and in particular the
city of Sevastapol in Crimea. It has always been important to the Russians for
trade and shipping – and in modern times for the oil industry. She informed me
that the Russians have defended the Crimea from invasions for many centuries.
Daria was
passionate and informative in her knowledge of the history of her nation and I
got swept up in her exuberance.
She told me that she believes that the current conflict in the
Ukraine and the tension in the Crimean province has arisen from the Ukrainian
president's rejection of an economic deal with the European Union. It is all
about international trade.
My Ukrainian friend informed me that the European Union of
countries has been actively trying to get more Eastern European economies to
enter into their trade agreements for a number of years. She said that she and
many other Ukrainians very much want more involvement with Western Europe's
modern and productive economies – and in turn have less reliance on the
Russians. She told me that people in Kiev wanted Gucci handbags and McDonalds
hamburgers and IPhones but there was strong resistance from Moscow, as their
trade would suffer. She also told me that the political landscape of the
Ukraine was much fractured and was full of old fucker politicians and young
revolutionaries.
I told her that Australian politics was the same and there were
many old and young fucker politicians in the Australian government.
I told her this because it is true.
Apparently when the European Union trade agreement deal was
being considered late last year, the Ukrainian President Viktor Yanukovych
began to make a lot of noise both in Parliament and in public - voicing his
doubts about signing the proposed agreement. According to Daria - for many
young new generation Ukrainians, their President's wavering was an indication
that he was caving in to pressure from the Russian President Vladimir Putin to
reject the proposal altogether. Then Putin threw the Ukraine a $15 billion aid
package and President Yanukovych suddenly and formally rejected the EU proposal.
The shit then hit the proverbial fan.
Daria told me that the Ukraine had a long and colorful and
bloody history and it had once been a part of the Bulgarian and then Soviet
empires. It had regained its status as an independent state when the Soviet
Union abruptly and spectacularly dissolved in 1991. She told me that as the
independence was only less than one generation ago many Ukrainian people of
course still had strong associations with Russia - however much of the younger
generation saw President Yanukovych's rejection of the EU trade agreement as being
dismissive of their independent status.
They were pissed off.
Daria said that President Yanukovych's rebuff of the EU proposal
ignored the views of the majority of Ukrainians. She told me that the protests are
a condemnation by the people of their government's corruption as much as it is them
questioning the legitimacy of their President's patriotism.
I told her that I thought that corruption and patriotism were
both common ingredients for revolution.
I told her that history has taught us such.
Daria informed me that the protests began in January of this
year but it was only last month that the Ukrainian government began to react
with aggression and matters began to be reported. She said that there is great deal
of tension and violence and many hundreds of people have already been killed. Daria
told me that last month the protesters overtook the capital city of Kiev and
they occupied the President's residence. Apparently he lived in some sort of
uber-extravagant palace full of tacky furniture and artwork. When this happened
President Yanukovych rightfully feared for his life and he fled to Russia - where
he now is. She told me that despite the fact that he faces legal charges for
the unlawful killing of protesters he remains the head of the Ukrainian state
and there is a constitutional crisis.
Daria told me that she believes that much of the antagonism is
about trade and money and there is a great fear by Russia that if the Ukraine
were to have a free trade agreement with the EU there would be a massive influx
of low-priced European products into the country. Russia is terrified of the
impact that this would have on their already fragile economy.
She said that since President Yanukovych’s departure the Russian
army has began to appear on the Ukrainian-Russian border. I told her that I had
seen these reports on television and the Internet. She thinks that this is a
deliberate show of force by Putin who is sending a very clear message that
Russia is prepared to go to war with Ukraine.
The province of Crimea is the supposed entry point.
Daria informed me that Crimea is an autonomous republic within
Ukraine whose people generally identify very closely with Russia. It also
happens to house several very large Russian naval bases.
So apparently Russia has now gained full control of the Crimean
province and the Russian military is occupying Ukraine's military installations
in the area. It is this Russian annexation of Crimea that has moved Russian and
Ukrainian forces closer to more significant violent conflict and it is
something that Daria is very fearful of.
The USA and the majority of Western European nations have
threatened economic sanctions against Russia if they do not withdraw their
troops from Ukraine but Putin doesn’t appear to give a fuck. Daria says that
any economic sanctions against Russia would actually end up harming the already
battered Western European countries more - by simple virtue of the fact that Russia
controls massive oil production and distribution networks – which just so
happen to travel through the Ukraine.
Fancy that.
Daria said that the situation in the Ukraine is dangerously
unstable and she thinks that it has the potential to reach a global scale very rapidly.
She told me that she doesn’t know why it isn’t being covered more in the global
media. She seems genuinely very worried about the prospect of war and the
safety of her friends and family.
I don’t blame her.
Our conversation about all of this was suspended when the footy
started. The two teams that were playing were from Sydney so I was unconcerned
about the result. As I did with the Ukraine situation – Daria asked me many
questions. These were obviously more light hearted and were mostly about the
rules of the game.
I was able to answer all questions with patience and fortitude.
Daria told me that she thought that it was good that there did
not appear to be as much celebration in Australia Rules football after goal
scoring as there was in soccer. I told her that I agreed. I think that whilst
scoring a goal is a good thing and is deserving of some celebration, the
post-goal scoring cuddling that goes on in soccer is a bit unnecessary and is
quite unmanly.
It’s a bit of a girly game anyway.
We both noticed that there were a number of players on each team
that were sporting very shaggy beards and these were reminiscent of the type
that I associate with the Amish people. They were wild and wooly beards without
moustaches. Daria asked me if this was a current fashion trend in Australia and
I told her that I did not know. I turned to Facebook for a comment and was
quite surprised when both my son Tom and my favourite nephew Ben responded
immediately. They told me that such beards were indeed in fashion. To my
greater shock my nephew Benjamin then sent me a selfie of him sporting such a
beard.
It was not a good look.
It was an abomination in fact.
Here is the selfie:
I showed Ben’s selfie to Daria and we laughingly agreed that he
looked more like a garden gnome than an Amish.
Sorry Ben but you do.
Daria told me that she liked the footy and she assured me that
she would from now on barrack for the Cats.
After the game Daria and I caught a cab to the Marina Bay Sands
complex where we went into the massive event hall and we watched the Rolling
Stones. My mate Stewart who is a sound engineer had given me most excellent
tickets so we were right up the front. I think I saw Mick Jagger leering at
Daria a few times as she bopped about the place. This is not surprising as he has
somewhat of a penchant for leggy blondes. Both he and Keith Richards looked
most old and haggard.
Here they are:
The whole concert was a bit bizarre. There were many old dudes
like me who seemed enraptured by the Stones standing amongst a mass of
Singaporeans - who just stared.
I think it is time to stop touring boys. The Rolling Stones seem
to have gathered a great deal of moss and you surely don’t need the money.
Sixty year olds prancing about in tight pants and with long hair and headbands
seems a little sad to me.
It is tragic.
I was quite happy to go home after the concert but I had
promised Daria that I would eat some of the cursed borscht and she was
determined for me to have it. I think her determination is born of the fact
that I have declared on a number of times - to both her and the Russians that I
know on the island - that it is not very nice. They seem insistent on feeding
more to me in the hope I will have some sort of borscht epiphany.
So we went to a Russian restaurant and I ate some.
I repeat - it is beetroot soup for fuck sake.
Like the Amish beard – I think it is an abomination.
I don’t like it at all.
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