Sommige voetgangers zullen het nooit leren :(


Weet je nog vroeger, blindemannetje spelen. Geweldig was dat toch!

Zo geweldig de er nog steeds een hoop mensen dit spel onbewust en in een volwassen variant blijven spelen. En ik, als voetganger met enige snelheid, struikel dan ook dagelijks over deze uit de kluiten gewassen kinderzielen. 



Je kent ze wel....................

Blij als een kind en nog helemaal vol van hun laatste aankoop stappen ze zonder te kijken de winkel uit. Stomverbaasd dat er ook andere mensen gebruik maken van de toch al smalle stoep in deze straat.


 
 


Nog leuker zijn die types die nog niet kunnen lopen en appen en dus besluiten van uit het niks opeens stil te gaan staan.

Dit is namelijk het perfecte moment is om, ten midden van honderden mensen die zich gehaast naar hun werk benen, het thuisfront door te geven dat de kip nog uit de vriezer moet (doe dat maar eens na op de snelweg). 


 

Och  en daar hebben we  Mien en Mies, die hebben elkaar al een week niet gezien. Wat valt er dan toch een hoop te bespreken.

Natuurlijk parkeren ze zichzelf en hun boodschappentassen op wieltjes precies op de heilige plek van hun ontmoeting, terwijl ze uitgebreid en in alle rust hun keek op de week doornemen.

Geheel niet bewust van het feit dat ze het het voetvolk volledig onmogelijk maken om op een normale manier te passeren, werpen ze geërgerde blikken naar passanten die hun heiligdom binnen dreigen te dringen.


 
 



Kijk ergens is dit allemaal schattig, zeker deze laatste groep. Maar tevens ben ik al menigmaal net instaat geweest om deze volwassen kleuters, die volledig in hun eigen wereld opgaan, te ontwijken.

In een land waar je beboet wordt als je je kliko een centimeter misplaatst  mag het voetpad toch niet een vrijplaats worden voor regelloos gedrag. 

Ik stel voor met spoed een duur betaalde commissie  in het leven te roepen voordat deze risicozone volledig ontaard in een oncontroleerbare anarchistische bende.


Eerlijkheid gebied mij echter wel te zeggen dat ik mijzelf er laatst ook op betrapte een winkel uit te lopen en zonder te kijken er volledig van uitging dat die stoep daar echt helemaal voor mij alleen was, maar ik had het mis.


 

Tegendraads is bedoeld als uitlaatklep, waar ik de huidige "Luizenmoeder Maatschappij" op mijn manier tegen het licht houdt.Er zit geen ideologie, politiek of maatschappelijk standpunt achter. Het leven is niet zwart-wit, iedereen heeft recht op een mening hoe goed of fout een ander die mening ook vindt.

 

 

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Greeting the river by taking a jump from waterfall! :D
Hello, my friends! Today I'll like to share a #funnypic with you (actually the whole series) all of them funny as they can be as soon as I tell you the contest. So, all of these pictures were taken on river #ZrmanjaCroatia last year in May :D It was our first rolling on the river moment for 2020. and I was super happy and excited to be there, I almost hugged every tree I saw :D The exact spot where pics are made is the last waterfall of our route for that day, locally called the Oger waterfall. As the photo said, I enjoyed every moment with a wide smile on my face, as the #Childofnature should have, except this one going through freezing water ( around 10 Celsius at the time), haha but to take this #enjoythemoment #funnypic one should climb trough small waterfall (small but strong) and I actually manage to get myself stuck trying to take a perfect photo :D Did you guys ever jump from a waterfall in a freezing river? It's a katharsis experience, my intention was to send my greetings and respect toward that river with that jump, I just had to be a part of its perfection for a moment :) #imadethismeme  #nature #naturelovers #river #waterfall #enjoying #kayaking Hope to make you laugh with my precious facial expression while jumping in the cold water, have a nice day! Sincerely Yours, Child of Nature
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The Other Side of Emigrating to the United States
#journalism Newspaper article. Topic: Emigration of Venezuelans. Author: Darimel Urdaneta (MeredithSkywalker) The other side of immigrating to the United States There are many reasons why a Venezuelan decides to emigrate, but they all conclude that in Venezuela there is no future or quality of life, that is why many decide to leave to different parts of Latin America, but in recent months there has been a boom of migrating to the land of opportunities such as the United States of America. Learn the story of Irma, an 80-year-old lady who, with the help of another Venezuelan, managed to cross the river de grande from Mexico to the United States. Irma is a native of Maracaibo Venezuela, and at 80 years old she managed to cross the border with the United States. Irma had fainted while trying to cross the river and another Venezuelan helped her cross and arrived safely to the mainland. The humanitarian crisis that Venezuela is going through has forced Venezuelans to escape from the need that is currently experiencing in Venezuela. Some states in the country suffer from electrical fluctuations, such as total loss of electricity by hours or even days. There are no medicines, medical care is precarious. No public transport, no food on the shelves and where a Venezuelan can get food is at very high prices, since the minimum wage is $3 per month, and for a family of 4 people you need $350 for the basic food basket for one month. And besides all this is insecurity, there are guerrillas, criminal gangs and the most feared is the police themselves who harms Venezuelans, many Venezuelans have been persecuted politicians and that is why they flee Venezuela. At the OAS, David Smolansky warned that estimates the number of Venezuelans abroad will reach 7 million and recalled that the Venezuelan is leaving the country due to the crisis and the world “must welcome us”. According to France 24, Venezuelan citizens pay up to 12,000 dollars to coyotes to cross from Mexico to the US illegally. However, they highlight that the arrival of undocumented immigrants on US soil has broken records, and according to the Customs and Border Protection Office (CBP), in April they had recorded the highest figures in the last 20 years: more than 178,000 people arrived irregularly, in many cases putting their lives at risk. Just as there are stories with happy endings like that of Mrs. Irma, there are heartbreaking stories, as is the case of Ana N (her name is protected) a Venezuelan woman who crossed with her two children and her husband, they had paid a coyote to cross them along the river and the current was high by that date. In view of the fact that Ana's youngest son was crying, a crying coyote decided to throw the baby into the river, the people who witnessed this atrocious act could not do anything, as a coyote is part of Mexican cartels, however the father of the creature threw himself into the river to try to save his son but his effort was in vain since the baby had died. The question of emigrating is not only crossing the river, because when you cross into cells inside the United States shelter, you can spend days there without being able to communicate with your relatives, how can you also not bathe until a week passes. That's what Juan N told us (his name is protected), he told us about his journey from Maracaibo to the United States. “One morning they went to pick me up in Monterrey, the driver who was going to take me to Ciudad Acuña, passed with a caravan like 10 cars. From Monterrey to Ciudad Acuña they were about 6 hours. Among the drivers were communicating about the alcabala, and there are police officers who behaved hateful and the drivers were paying them. On a mandatory basis we all had to have a role where we were sealed in migration with permission to be in Mexico for 180 days. We arrived at Ciudad Acuña at about 6 in the afternoon, they left us in a house that had a large patio, and there they all agreed to order food while we were waiting there. The one who went to buy the food arrived at about 10 o'clock in the evening with pizza and other food there, so everyone ate and we waited for instructions. At 2 in the morning they woke us all up because it was time to cross to the United States. Everything looked like a movie, we went jogging and we got to a mountain, we had to cross 3 barbed fences, and it was a shame with the children, the older people, struggling with those wires to be able to cross, but among all of us we helped. Then we approached the river and that river reached me through my chest, I measure 1.78. the current was tight, but we all managed to cross. Then when we crossed we had to climb a steep one and there was mud and people were slipping but we still crossed it. After crossing we had to change our clothes for dry clothes, because if it was wet they wouldn't let you through. Then the patrol arrived and they gave us good morning and then they asked us why we passed so early, and they recommended that it was best to happen after 6 in the morning which is when the river is low, but they also welcomed us to the United States. We were 49 people, and he called more patrols because in one of us we didn't all get in. Then they took us to the river yield and checked everything, and if you got something wet they'd dumped it at you. In the review they tell how much money you arrive in cash, keep it in an envelope along with your passport and phone. From there you wait for processing, taking pictures and fingerprints. And you have to wait, a lot of people moved her to other places and no idea where they were taking them. And those who process there they open a file and they must wait for a transfer and tell you that you are on the list for the transfer. I spent 8 days in that stay, there are people who only had 3 days there as were people who had a month. The hardest thing is the wait, because you sleep on the floor, on a foami that is on the floor, your pillow was your shoes, at breakfast you ate a burrito, at lunch rice with beans, meat and at dinner you eat another burrito. You don't have a watch, you have to ask the officers about the time, the men were outdoors along with 100 mates or even more, and the women if they were inside but were less in group, they were like 20 or 30 women. Women are the same, they don't see the light of day either, only they lasted less time in the shelter. They only had officers sitting in their offices working in front of them. In my experience I could only bathe twice. They told me soap, shampoo, toothpaste, deodorant, new socks and new underwear in the two bathrooms I had. Being there is quite difficult because of the uncertainty but it's worth it, as the lifestyle you live in the United States is not achieved in another country, besides security.” That was the experience of one of the interviewees and from what you can see it is crude, but it is the reality that many Venezuelans and other immigrants of other nationalities come to live while on the journey and in the shelter. However, Venezuelans who arrive in the United States illegally seeking asylum, in addition to risking their lives, are exposed to being deported again to Venezuela, due to the condition in which they arrive, while others must hire lawyers while waiting in detention centers. Sources: NoticieroDigital.com Elpitazo.com Laprensadelara.com XXX