What is beautiful? The meaning of the word means, apparently, different things to me than to most other people. Most of my family that is. I find black beautiful, plain black, I don’t see “boring”, “depressed” or “closed”, I see “deep”, “calming” and “warm”…

The difference that is present in my family on clothing style, is also present with most other things. Music, books, paintings… The most recent symptom of my insanity are piercings. I have always liked them, managed to get my mother’s permission when I was 13 or 14… I waited a few years before getting one. Mostly ’cause of a variation of Heisenberg’s Uncertainity Principle, not having the guts and the money at the same time… Due to inevitability however, eventually I was to have both.

My first piercing was “given” to me as a birthday present when I was 4 years old. I got ear rings from my grandmother, and they required holes. I still remember the terror. *shivers* After that, there were no extra holes made for around 14 years. About 8 months ago I got my tongue pierced and around 4 months ago I got my vertical labret. I had no problems with either, no infections and they healed up nicely.

My mother’s only wondering what’s next. Apparently, I’m a delinquent.

Today we attended a play, a school trip, mandatory. My complaints remained unspoken as I, conveniently, had none. Slavko Grum’s Event in the Town of Goga is one of my favourite plays. It is very grotesque, macabre and all other dark and gloomy adjectives.

I was a little worried at the beginning, the leading role, Hana, was taken by Tjaša Železnik. To say I felt a resentment towards her acting would be putting it mildly. Normally, I would apologise for being wrong, but in this case, I feel she brought it upon herself. TV Dober Dan was stuck too deep in me. She is nothing like what I pictured Hana to bee. In my mind she was dark haired, dark eyed and a little shorter, Tjaša Železnik is, as most of you know, a blue-eyed blonde. However, I must admit, she did very well.

The interpretation was of the modern variety, to the male population’s pleasure… BDSM looking costumes, bare breasts, mastrubation, it sounds perverse, I know. It is, in a way, as everybody in Goga has a perversion of his/her own, all originating from unfulfilled love of some sort. Perversion is their signature attribute. I applaud the director and the actors for keeping the play within it’s original atmosphere and not turning it into something vulgar, for, despite the previously mentioned things, it is far from vulgar. I enjoyed it greatly.

The best thing about the play was the musical background. Orgasmic violins and cellos.

I bet, if you count all the pigeons on St. Mark’s square, you will find there are about as many as tourists. But, of course, the pigeons are the locals, “gazde”, god forbid they’d move away from your feet. They know you’re not gonna step on them… do you?

Luckily for me, I’m used to slalom-walking - avoiding physical contact while moving around in a crowd - from school. You learn all sorts of useful things in school apparently. They don’t teach you how to be italian though, you have to pick that up on your own. These are the things I noticed you need to do, in order to pass as an italian:

I’m not entirely sure why you would want to pass as an italian though. I can also tell you how to be a Japanese tourist, if you’d like. But I don’t see why you would like that either…

A more detailed and sight-oriented post shall follow in due time. :)