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Orange Country


Well, I didn't like much that soap opera. Especially since Misha Barton abandoned it. You see, it kind of lost its sense ( and the most beautiful face ) without her and moreover, the directors finally seemed to have no idea of what to do to make it interesting.

But our beloved neighbours do. Every four years they give the world a new remake of Orange Country Revolution. The trick is, you have to take it seriously, like in the Big-Brother show, because if you don't, it starts to seem a farce. And a bad one.

I don't like politics, but I like the film industry. And I don't like to be shown the same things once and again on the same TV channels. So, please-please-please, our Ucranian friends, if you have kind of lost the trace, I'll remind you of hat we have already seen in the previous episodes so that you start thinking of something else or just close the show before the rankings sink and your image is irrevocably lost.

1) The cast
With Yanukovich, Timoshenko and Yushenko as main characters the first thing one wants to say is: "Guys, we have already seen you and want knew faces". Well, as for me (thinking of you, male part of the spectators) Timoshenko may as well stay, but she definitely needs a new hairdresser and new partners (more handsome, think of the female part of the spectators).

2) The first winner
Ok, we don't have new actors because of the economic crisis but you could have let someone else win, because Yanukovich's victory by itself  gives a strong sense of Deja Vu. And when Timoshenko starts complaining about the supposed falsification again, it's worse that "Santa Barbara".
Besides, as Garcia Marquez once wrote, "she is not supposed to find out, even if the falsification had taken place. Only the winners can have access to that information".

3) The end
I just wanted to warn you that if the same thing happens as four years ago, I'll be really disappointed. Look, even Cuba with Castro forever (this or that, does it really matter?) is not repeating itself every four years. So take care. I believe in you.

To be continued.

  

 

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Well, I guess I've never told you about the university stuff.

It just so happened that at the beginning of the year we had to choose some "additional" subjects (nobody knows why, so I'd better blame the economic crisis as everyone does now). The point is, what I chose was so-called "inverse translation to German". I'm only partly German (anyone interested in this family legend?), but I speak the language. Or at least I thought so. Actually, about a year ago I passed a fairly serious international exam, so my official level is C2. And I'm not boasting. What I'm trying to say is that I had every reason to believe that a subject from the second (!!!) year of studies wouldn't be much of a problem. Silly me!!!

80% of the class were German-speaking students. So we passed nearly all the time discussing the original text in English (that one is actually supposed to understand) instead of improving our German (that logically should have been the idea of the subject). Well, OK then. The note I got at the exam was: 2,7 for translation and 9,7 for analysis (the exam consisted of two parts). The so-called "average" and final note was.... 2,7 XD. That I actually would have found fair enough if someone had taken the trouble to warn us that the second part didn't mean anything at all.

So I thought I'd beter drop it and change it for something else, since it turns out I'm neither good in German nor in understanding the rules of the game.

And that's when the best part begins. Know what "credits" are? Well, I have to take 15 units  of this substance . But there is no way of doing it. You can take 14 or 16. So I thought I'd take 16 now to be on the safe side instead of the 14 I had earlier. To do that you have to ask for "I-don't-know-what" and wait... yep, wait, may be till the next year, I don't really know. Anyway, while thinking of what my future intents should be I tried to talk to those at the faculty I knew (I mean, the academic staff) bleating something like "You know what? THIS is what happend to me. Could you please suggest any way to find out what level is expected in a subject before it actually starts and you are all f***** up?" Well, the last part was a bit more diplomatic, but this is the idea more or less. So... guess what? There is no way of doing it! Just try your luck and see what happens!

So I decided to take direct translation from Russian (I'm also partly Russian, or at least my passport is). But everything has its trick. In this case no one really knows to WHICH language we are supposed to translate: English or Catalan. Guess I'll find out soon.

To be continued...

And no, actually I don't find it funny, but may be somebody will... so enjoy :).