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The Inappropriates

Last week I visited Primola Chocolate Factory. And it smelled great! The visit became more and more exciting as we were getting closer to the end of the production process and all those small windows through which everybody was trying to catch a glimpse of hundreds of peanuts, chunks of cacao and strolling candies, disappeared.

Before actually getting out of this whole process, which takes in total 30 hours, the chocolate passes through two filters: one scanning them to see if they are the right shape and matching some other parameters and the last one where the product is scanned to see if there are some bits of metal left inside. It’s like in the airport: if it beeps, it’s not good and the candies and biscuits are immediately sent away and named technological waste.

Then we went to see how the cookies are made. Hundreds and hundreds of biscuits were rolling over our heads on these suspended highways and all I could think of is how Adi, the ultimate biscuit fan, would hi five all the biscuits in sight and then…eat them all, how else?! What would he have done if he had been there with me? Maybe steal one cookie? No, he is much too ethical. Maybe take a picture of himself with this biscuitish background? No, pictures were no allowed inside and this relates to the first point too. Maybe throw himself on the production line, refusing to come home? Fuck the rules! Plausible…

This train of thoughts was interrupted by the explanation of our guide, (Domnul Ciocolatescu in Romanian) Mister Chocolateson, pointing to a square mirror, hanging on top of the production line.

“This is like Big Brother! It tells us if there are any broken biscuits or biscuits in wrong positions. It tells us where they are and in which position we will find them”. Oooh…and this was the starting point for: “The Inappropriates!”

things dogs do in a garden

This garden was listed among the “must see” places in Aix-en-Provence. But personally all I could see was this. Do you think they thought about the same thing when they designed it?

Happy Birthday, Matei!

“Do you want to come to my place and listen to Nirvana?”, I asked Matei, ten years ago.
“Ihi”, she answered.
“Look…this is my favorite song”, I said and I pressed play.
“Cool”, she answered.

Then we went out…and that was the moment I heard echoing through the whole block of flats this perfectly reproduced Nirvana song: Hmmm..The Melcus on the wall! na na na naaana…The Melcus on the wall…

Exactly four years ago, on 23rd June I went to the Depeche Mode concert (the best concert ever). And there I was, on Adi’s shoulders, exhilarated, singing along with Dave Grahan: I won’t give you mushrooms!! I won’t give you mushrooms!!

My point? When Melcus-on-the-wall meets I-won’t-give-you-mushrooms something beautiful happens.

La multi ani, Matei!

Here are the songs, maybe you want to hear them with this new perspective on the lyrics:

This is a bit…bizarre?

There are a lot of phobias in this world. Some seem totally justified, for exemple, Didaskaleinophobia – fear of going to school or Pentheraphobia – fear of mother-in-law. Other phobias sound really weird like Euphobia – fear of hearing good news or the ones related to some parts of the body, ranging from the case of the ultimate unhappy girl or boy in this world touched by (and I mean ONLY by!!) Ithyphallophobia – fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect penis to Geniophobia – fear of chins, Genuphobia – fear of knees or omphalophobia – fear of belly buttons.

Another phobias worth mentioning for Hangman’s fans is Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia, which means (whatelse?) fear of long words. There is also a phobia of vegetables, that is to say you shit on yourself when you see a broccoli and suspect that the carrot is secretly plotting against you, but also the freakshow fear: Dextrophobia – fear of objects at the right side of the body.

This was a long introduction because FIRST AND FOREMOST THERE IS ANATIDAEPHOBIA, the fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is staring at you! At first, I laughed (loudly), but then…I remembered. And the next thing I knew was that this phobia was born in Viborg, there…near the lake, where the ducks are following you: fat necks caught by your peripheral vision, that insinuating mac-mac and you suddenly come face to face with their insatiable hunger. After some weeks of observing what was happening there between the ducks and the viborgiens, seeing that every weekend they came with bags full of bread (and i’m not exaggerating now) I stated that the small town is under the domination of the Anatidae Family. All I can say is thumbs up for that little boy I saw throwing bread IN the ducks’ heads when his parents weren’t looking.