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Eu nu, pana acum cateva zile. Gangele, cel mai important fluviu de pe teritoriul Indiei, cu o lungime de 2.510 km este strans, chiar exagerat de strans legat de toti aceia care cauta purificarea in el si prin el. In Varanasi, capitala culturala si religioasa a Indiei, locuitorii ei si pelerinii se scalda in apele Gangelui pentru curatarea sufletului de pacat, considerand fluviul un loc sacru. Ce nu inteleg eu este urmatorul lucru. Daca tot numesti un loc, sacru, atunci de ce arunci in el cadavre umane (bun, am inteles...sunt tot pentru purificare, post mortem de data asta), dar de ce arunci deseuri si mizerii precum: plasticuri, imbracaminte, mancare si resturi menajere, inclusiv \"treburi\" din toaleta ?  Ba mai mult, te mai si trezesti calcand pe un craniu uman care zace de cine stie cand, dezgropat pe jumatate pe malul fluviului. Oricum, o mare parte din ceea ce se arunca in apa este adusa inapoi la mal, mai devreme sau mai tarziu. E ca un fel de ciclu al vietii si al mortii care este strans legat de apele Gangelui.\u003cbr /\u003eInteleg importanta fluviului in cultura indiana, dar de ce apele lui, considerate datatoare de viata si purificatoare sunt transformate, tot de indieni, in focare de infectii ce nu fac altceva decat sa aduca boli si moarte? O fi India foarte saraca pe alocuri, dar Varanasi se presupune a fi un oras turistic si de o importanta majora in cultura hindusa, deci autoritatile, daca ele exista, ar putea sa puna la punct un sistem modern si igienic de colectare al deseurilor. In documentarul pe care l-am vazut legat de acest subiect, se spunea la un moment dat ca multi locuitori din Varanasi nici macar nu constientizeaza \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v\u003dwb_yDBmRgmU\u0026amp;feature\u003drelated\"\u003egradul foarte ridicat de poluare al fluviului\u003c/a\u003e. Poate de aceea nici nu se ia nicio masura. \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic;\"\u003e“E imposibil ca Gangele, fluviu sacru sa fie mizerabil si periculos pentru sanatate, precum se spune“\u003c/span\u003e se gandesc ei, probabil. In fine, sa-si pastreze cultura si sa faca ce vor, doar ca ma uimeste/socheaza uneori existenta unor asemenea primitivisme, mai ales cand vezi cum cadavrele plutesc in voie printre vasle si barci, printre copii si adulti.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNB2Uu4OvqA/ShqwgFo4ijI/AAAAAAAAC6s/Yj1GQ2SmZPI/s1600-h/Varanasi-bath-in-the-Ganges.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;\" src\u003d\"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNB2Uu4OvqA/ShqwgFo4ijI/AAAAAAAAC6s/Yj1GQ2SmZPI/s320/Varanasi-bath-in-the-Ganges.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339774373517101618\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNB2Uu4OvqA/ShqwOCaL6jI/AAAAAAAAC6c/kuleD1DGRf8/s1600-h/indi39041.jpeg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;\" src\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNB2Uu4OvqA/ShqwOCaL6jI/AAAAAAAAC6c/kuleD1DGRf8/s320/indi39041.jpeg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339774063412505138\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNB2Uu4OvqA/ShqwWmRprCI/AAAAAAAAC6k/XvTV7sQHVWI/s1600-h/indi39059.jpeg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;\" src\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNB2Uu4OvqA/ShqwWmRprCI/AAAAAAAAC6k/XvTV7sQHVWI/s320/indi39059.jpeg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339774210479336482\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238272503152309013-2903756116436401168?l\u003dbittersweetlav.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://bittersweetlav.blogspot.com/feeds/2903756116436401168/comments/default","title":"Postare comentarii"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d4238272503152309013\u0026postID\u003d2903756116436401168","title":"1 comentarii"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238272503152309013/posts/default/2903756116436401168"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238272503152309013/posts/default/2903756116436401168"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://bittersweetlav.blogspot.com/2009/05/viata-si-moarte-pe-fluviul-gange.html","title":"Viata si moarte pe fluviul Gange"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Lavinia"},"uri":{"$t":"http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546"},"email":{"$t":"lav_rockon@yahoo.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"13687176338269763287"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNB2Uu4OvqA/ShqwgFo4ijI/AAAAAAAAC6s/Yj1GQ2SmZPI/s72-c/Varanasi-bath-in-the-Ganges.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-1476682559116773900"},"published":{"$t":"2009-04-17T01:02:00.008+03:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2009-04-17T09:06:49.843+03:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Amar"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Femeile in Congo"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"Adevarul e ca nu e usor sa fii femeie, n-a fost in trecut si se pare ca nici acum nu e, desi traim intr-o lume relativ libera in care marile puteri ale lumii se bat cu pumnul in piept ca lupta pentru apararea drepturilor omului. Asa o fi, sau cel putin se incearca, pacat ca mai mult teoretic decat practic. Din pacate inca mai exista discriminari si mai ales abuzuri sexuale care se intampla sub ochii nostri intr-un mod care ne duce cu gandul la torturile fizice si psihice din perioada medievala. Aceste tipuri de tortura se intampla si in prezent si un exemplu care imi vine in minte este Congo, tara in care o foarte mare parte a barbatilor isi pierd statutul de barbati si devin monstri, iar femeile devin niste instrumente de satisfacere a poftelor carnale, ba mai mult de atat, devin “jucarii” pe care acesti indivizi numiti barbati le mutileaza asa cum nu ti-ai putea imagina vreodata si asa cum nu ai dori nici dusmanului tau. In Congo, in timpul razboiului civil, soldatii din armata congoleza si-au insusit in repetate randuri drepturile de a se atinge si de a abuza de femeile altora. Documentarul pe care l-am vazut recent despre acest subiect a prezentat un numar mare de femei care au fost violate dupa ce sotii lor au fost ucisi in lupta, sau care au fost abuzate chiar sub ochii lor. Acolo nu exista legi, asa ca faptasii scapa nepedepsiti si se pierd in padurile intunecate unde isi urmaresc si vaneaza urmatoarele victime. Altele au fost mutilate sau au ramas insarcinate, urmand sa nasca sau sa moara singure in tufisuri. Povestile lor se aseamana, la fel si privirile pierdute din ochii ce nu cred ca au vazut vreodata un buchet de flori din partea vreunui barbat si pentru care viata nu mai inseamna demult bucuria unei familii, ce sa mai zic de siguranta unui camin sau alte lucruri pe care e firesc sa si le doreasca orice femeie. E greu sa crezi ca inca se mai intampla astfel de lucruri in zilele noastre.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cobject width\u003d\"425\" height\u003d\"344\"\u003e\u003cparam name\u003d\"movie\" value\u003d\"http://www.youtube.com/v/VeMkMlXk3NM\u0026amp;hl\u003den\u0026amp;fs\u003d1\"\u003e\u003cparam name\u003d\"allowFullScreen\" value\u003d\"true\"\u003e\u003cparam name\u003d\"allowscriptaccess\" value\u003d\"always\"\u003e\u003cembed src\u003d\"http://www.youtube.com/v/VeMkMlXk3NM\u0026amp;hl\u003den\u0026amp;fs\u003d1\" type\u003d\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" allowscriptaccess\u003d\"always\" allowfullscreen\u003d\"true\" width\u003d\"425\" height\u003d\"344\"\u003e\u003c/embed\u003e\u003c/object\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238272503152309013-1476682559116773900?l\u003dbittersweetlav.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://bittersweetlav.blogspot.com/feeds/1476682559116773900/comments/default","title":"Postare comentarii"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d4238272503152309013\u0026postID\u003d1476682559116773900","title":"1 comentarii"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238272503152309013/posts/default/1476682559116773900"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238272503152309013/posts/default/1476682559116773900"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://bittersweetlav.blogspot.com/2009/04/femeile-in-congo.html","title":"Femeile in Congo"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Lavinia"},"uri":{"$t":"http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546"},"email":{"$t":"lav_rockon@yahoo.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"13687176338269763287"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-4506426064627019369"},"published":{"$t":"2009-02-16T17:30:00.010+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2009-02-19T22:38:29.311+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Amar"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Nascuti sau ucisi la comanda"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"Duminica dimineata am prins niste franturi dintr-un documentar prezentat pe HBO si de atunci am ramas cu gandul acolo pentru ca e de-a dreptul socant si revoltator sa vezi monstruozitatile de care a fost in stare Ceausescu in obsesia lui pentru crearea “omului nou”. Pentru punerea in practica a acestei idei, Ceausescu a recurs la procesul de inmultire fortata a populatiei. Ce a implicat asta a fost interzicerea avortului (vezi filmul 432 al lui Mungiu), precum si consulatii masive ale muncitoarelor in fabrici cu scopul de monitorizare a sarcinilor, proces care se dovedea de cele mai multe ori a fi unul umilitor, lipsit de respect pentru intimitatea si igiena personala. Nu ca as fi de acord cu avortul acum, dar sunt de acord cu orice mijloc contraceptiv care le-ar scuti pe femei sa recurga la un lucru atat de grav si periculos precum avortul. Dar de vreme ce femeile erau setate sa faca copii pe banda rulanta, erau evident private total de orice astfel de mijloc de prevenire a sarcinii. Si uite-asa existau familii cu 8-9 copiii, mai ales in zonele rurale, dar nu numai.\u003cbr /\u003eDar ce m-a socat cel mai tare in documentarul asta a fost soarta la care erau condamnati copiii nascuti cu dizabilitati. Dupa consultatii amanuntite, erau trimisi intr-un fel de lagar de concentrare in care erau tinuti dezbracati, inghesuiti cate 25 in 3 paturi, muscati de sobolani, in frig, foame si mizerie, in conditii ce depasesc orice imaginatie. In timp ce Ceausescu isi plimba familia la Disneyland, copiii acestia erau luati de la parintii lor si lasati sa moara incet dar sigur fiind lipsiti de orice afectiune si atentie. Erau considerati niste rebuturi ale societatii si totusi nu erau cu nimic mai prejos decat Ceausescu sau decat orice alt om de pe planeta. La 3 luni dupa caderea comunismului, o echipa de germani avea sa descopere una din cele mai ingrozitoare astfel de centre ale mortii si anume cel de la Cighid. Puteti urmari \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v\u003dI4c0C9unwIc\u0026amp;feature\u003drelated\"\u003eaici \u003c/a\u003ecateva imagini incredibile filmate acolo.\u003cbr /\u003eAsfel ca sexul slab din care faceau parte atat femeile cat si copiii era exploatat si manipulat fara nici o consideratie sau bun simt, cum de altfel se intampla cu intreaga societate. Si totusi nu inteleg de ce romanii nu au dat jos regimul mai repede. Poate n-ar fi facut-o din proprie initiativa nici in ’89 daca n-ar fi fost ajutati de forte externe. Desi am fost prea mica atunci ca sa inteleg ceva, inca tin minte cum de multe ori seara mancam la lumina lumanrii pentru ca ne taia curentul sau cum in ’89 tata a fost arestat si aproape acuzat de terorism dupa ce l-au gasit cu arma de vanatoare in masina. A scapat pana la urma, dar dupa nu stiu cate interventii, declaratii si prezentarea certificatului de port-arma, el fiind vanator. Imi provoaca sila batranii care spun ca a fost mai bine pe vremea lui Ceausescu, as vrea sa-i vad in locul nevinovatilor din inchisori, a femeilor din fabrici sau a copiilor din Cighid. Cat despre Nicolae Ceausescu si a lui nevasta semi-analfabeta cred ca si-au primit pedeapsa pe care o merita.\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238272503152309013-4506426064627019369?l\u003dbittersweetlav.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://bittersweetlav.blogspot.com/feeds/4506426064627019369/comments/default","title":"Postare comentarii"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d4238272503152309013\u0026postID\u003d4506426064627019369","title":"7 comentarii"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238272503152309013/posts/default/4506426064627019369"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238272503152309013/posts/default/4506426064627019369"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://bittersweetlav.blogspot.com/2009/02/nascuti-la-comanda.html","title":"Nascuti sau ucisi la comanda"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Lavinia"},"uri":{"$t":"http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546"},"email":{"$t":"lav_rockon@yahoo.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"13687176338269763287"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"7"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-1096616356914187743"},"published":{"$t":"2008-11-24T19:42:00.011+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2008-12-29T13:35:28.431+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Amar"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Durere amortizata de amintiri ce nu mor [in memoria lui Manu]"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"De obicei cand se intampla ceva rau, lumea spune ca trebuie sa treci peste si ca viata merge mai departe, lucru perfect adevarat si totusi viata mea este inca in blocaj. Vineri am pus frana, mi-am incetinit brusc viteza si am amutit. Vineri am trait, nu doar eu, dar si multi altii, una din cele mai negre zile din viata mea. Nu e tocmai simplu sa primesti vestea mortii unui prieten. Nu pot sa spun ca m-am numarat printre cei mai buni prieteni ai lui Manu, dar l-am cunoscut destul de bine. Avem cateva amintiri frumoase impreuna…parintii mei isi amintesc de el cu placere si drag si cred ca asta inseamna ceva...Cum sa nu-ti amintesti cu drag de el cand prietenii erau totul pentru el, cand traia pentru ei si tot in drum spre ei a murit...Manu era azi la Oradea, peste 2 ore la Cluj si maine la Arad, dupa care tragea o fuga si la Timisoara...Manu stia totul despre toti, era omul nostru de \u003cem\u003e« legatura »\u003c/em\u003e. Refuz sa pastrez in minte imaginea coroanelor si zgomotul pamantului greoi care i-a acoperit sambata sicriul, ci vreau sa pastrez amintirea celor mai frumoase si senine zile din viata noastra, lucruri marunte, dar atat de pretioase cum ar fi atunci cand mi-a pus supa in farfurie la acel revelion memorabil, ca un adevarat gentleman [asta e cuvantul ce-l defineste], cand m-a ajutat sa ma ridic de-atatea ori de pe partie la Vatra Dornei, dupa care am baut vin fiert...atunci cand mi-a adus ciocolata si a vorbit frumos cu mama, cand ii citeam cu placere statusurile pe mess, cand ma mai « trezeam » cu el prin Arad, lucru care nu ma mira deloc, stiindu-i placerea pentru calatorit, cand ii auzeam vocea vesela spunandu-mi \"La multi ani, Lavinia!\", sau cand i-a intins Ruben parul cu placa...si cat ne-am distrat atunci...Aceste amintiri raman, la fel si dorul. Si cate alte amintiri a lasat si altora...Nu am vrut sa public acest articol deoarece e mult prea personal si dureros, dar pe de alta parte, avand in vedere gramada de articole scrise de amorul artei sau despre lucruri nesemnificative, cred ca merita sa imi aduc aminte public si in scris despre cel de la care am invatat ca fericirea e o hotarare pe care o iei zilnic si ca viata adevarata e cea pe care o daruiesti prietenilor si celor din jur. \u003cem\u003e“And it’s so much more than a thousand words…/ Now in this frame memories are held to persevere.”\u003c/em\u003e… Si…da…viata merge mai departe, asta mi-ar fi zis si el…merge pana la acea imbratisare calda a revederii..\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238272503152309013-1096616356914187743?l\u003dbittersweetlav.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://bittersweetlav.blogspot.com/feeds/1096616356914187743/comments/default","title":"Postare comentarii"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d4238272503152309013\u0026postID\u003d1096616356914187743","title":"0 comentarii"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238272503152309013/posts/default/1096616356914187743"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238272503152309013/posts/default/1096616356914187743"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://bittersweetlav.blogspot.com/2008/11/durere-amortizata-de-amintiri-ce-nu-mor.html","title":"Durere amortizata de amintiri ce nu mor [in memoria lui Manu]"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Lavinia"},"uri":{"$t":"http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546"},"email":{"$t":"lav_rockon@yahoo.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"13687176338269763287"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238272503152309013.post-8577448830764505610"},"published":{"$t":"2008-11-22T21:41:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2008-11-22T21:42:36.623+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Amar"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"....."},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\"When we lose a friend, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory...\"\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4238272503152309013-8577448830764505610?l\u003dbittersweetlav.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://bittersweetlav.blogspot.com/feeds/8577448830764505610/comments/default","title":"Postare comentarii"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d4238272503152309013\u0026postID\u003d8577448830764505610","title":"0 comentarii"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238272503152309013/posts/default/8577448830764505610"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4238272503152309013/posts/default/8577448830764505610"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://bittersweetlav.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html","title":"....."}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Lavinia"},"uri":{"$t":"http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743830751324221546"},"email":{"$t":"lav_rockon@yahoo.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"13687176338269763287"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"0"}}]}});