Canada vs Slovakia May 17, 2012

SLOVAKIA ELIMINATES CANADA AT WORLD HOCKEY CHAMPIONSHIP - THE CANADIAN PRESS - HELSINKI

"Michal Handzus tipped in a shot with 2:32 to play in regulation as Slovakia eliminated Canada with a 4-3 quarter-final victory at the IIHF World Hockey Championship. The goal came just five seconds after Canadian captain Ryan Getzlaf was given a five-minute major for kneeing Juraj Mikus. Tomas Kopecky, Miroslav Satan and Milan Bartovic also scored for Slovakia (6-2-0). Evander Kane, Jeff Skinner and Alex Burrows replied for Canada (6-1-1). The Slovaks move on to face the winner of the Sweden-Czech Republic quarter-final, which will be played later today on TSN at 2pm et/11am pt. Canada is going home early for the third straight year."

I was trying to find out the score of the game and came upon the above article. Congratulations Slovakia. This morning, I had the pleasure of visiting the University Library of Bratislava.

Quoting from EOD digital on request:

The University Library in Bratislava is the apex of scientific, informational, cultural and educational institutions of Slovakia.

Established in 1919, with collections dating back to the 17th century, it served until 1954 as the national library of Slovakia and became an independent, universal research library offering complex library and information services for the general public; carrying out high level bibliographic research, publishing, cultural and educational activities and holding several national and international responsibilities.

It fulfils its mission as

* the depository and conservation library of the Slovak Republic

* the depository library for the United Nations, UNESCO and NATO

* the office for the national retrospective bibliography

* the provider of the national union catalogue of periodicals

* the national ISSN agency of Slovak Republic

* the co-ordinator of the international interlibrary loan service

* the centre for digitisation, conservation and restoration and

* the integrator of cultural information systems.

Its main aim is to safeguard the cultural heritage and vast documentary wealth and to make it accessible to the general public and for future generations.

I was given a tour of the three beautiful historic buildings in downtown Bratislava in which the library resides. One part of it is located in a former Gothic monastery of the Poor Clares Order where coincidentally my grandfather went to school with Bela Bartok in the 1890's when the monastery was being used as a catholic school.

I felt a real pleasure and had a distinct feeling of connection with family and the past when I was walking through this beautifully restored building. The two other buildings the library occupies are the baroque palace of the Hungarian Royal Chamber, also referred to as the Palace of the Hungarian King, and the Leopold de Pauli Palace. The buildings were renovated from 2001-2006. The library also functions as a cultural centre with a great variety of programs offered weekly for the general public.

The case of ... well, you name it.

I thought about calling this post "Colossal idiot" and fessing up to that being me but as you can see I decided on a different title. Not that I don't deserve the one that first came to mind. Last night I had a ticket, arranged for me by my sister, to attend a concert at 7 pm. The program was called ŠANSÓN NA LODI literally songs on a ship. To make it easy for me, my sister suggested that I arrange with reception to order a taxi to take me there, the idea being that I don't know where it is and that the hotel will call a reputable company that won't rip me off. So I went down to reception and asked to have a taxi called for 6:15 because it would only take 10 or 15 minutes to get there for 6:30. Meeting me at the venue at that time would be my sister's friend and a friend of hers. I went down to reception and the young woman there asked me what time and where. I showed her the ticket, she looked at it and zeroed in on the edge of the ticket where she found an address in Pezinok. At about 6:10, I went downstairs, sat down on the couch to wait and immediately got up again because my driver was already there. I followed the driver outside and there I found a sparkling clean black limousine waiting for me. "This is a taxi?" I thought, then "it doesn't look like one" and then I got in. I showed the driver the ticket and said something like "it is an address in Pezinok." He looked at the address that I pointed out to him at the edge of the ticket and said "ok" and off we went. It was a pleasant sunny evening and I sat back to enjoy the ride in the limo. As we got going, I felt the tiniest, teensiest niggling feeling of discomfort, of something not being quite right, but I ignored it. After some time, driving out of town and on the highway, through the green sunny countryside and rush hour traffic, I start to think "this is a long way, I wonder how much it will cost" but still we drove on. The driver asked me if I spoke Slovak and I said yes, a little. Then he asked me where I was from and the conversation got going from there. He complimented me on my Slovak, he was a very nice guy, sympathetic, he told me about the changes that had happened in Slovakia in the last 20 years, both politically and economically, he explained how the country had changed, how the people were managing, what the people are like now, how difficult it had been for the country to go from a communist country one day to being a western-style democracy the next, and so on. Taxi drivers, or limo drivers in this case, can be so interesting to talk to. He explained that the government that took over after the communists had sold off much of the industry that had once been making the country prosperous and he said that since then most of that industry has disappeared. He was articulate and knowledgeable and we quickly developed the kind of rapport that comes from two people agreeing on a point of view. He told me how difficult it was for retired people to live on pensions of 300 Euros a month, how awful it is for older people, who have worked hard all their lives, to not have enough money to live on in their old age and also how people from other countries were coming to Slovakia to spend their holidays there because they got more for their dollar or Euro than they would elsewhere. I asked him about the vineyards we were driving by and he explained that we were in the Lower Carpathian Mountains in a wine making region. He explained that often the people who made quality product in the wine-making industry started to raise their prices too much when their product came to be in demand, and eventually the prices were so high that they put themselves out of business, then repeated this cycle a number of times. I enjoyed the conversation and we kept driving further away from the city and I wondered from time to time how much the ride to the 7 Euro concert was going to cost me. Are we cringing yet? So, when we finally arrived, at ten minutes to 7, at our destination in Pezinok, 25 km from the city and far, far away from any kind of body of water that could accommodate a ship on which to hold a musical program called "Songs on a ship", when we ended up at that address on the edge of my ticket, in a residential neighbourhood, in a dead end street with no possibility of there being a ship to be found anywhere, he asked to see my ticket. I handed it over without looking at it and as he looked at it, the light finally went on in both our heads, right at the same time, and I asked "We are in the wrong place, aren't we?" and "It is back in Bratislava, isn't it?" and he said "Yes." I have to say that neither of us got upset. He said he knew where it was and that he was going to have to drive fast to get me there and he did. Needless to say, there was no interesting conversation on the way back, except for him saying that at least I saw some nice country side, e.g., Svaty Jur, aka Saint Jur and how during communism it had been called Jur by Bratislava because the communists would not allow to the word "Saint" to be included in the name. I replied that "Yes, and this was about as much adventure as I could take." I noticed he was driving pretty fast so I told him not to push it to the point where he would risk a ticket, he had mentioned that possibility on the way there and we were going to be late anyway as it was already 7 pm. Then, he took an exit to a destination that made me wonder where he was going and whether this was when I would find out that I was being kidnapped by a psycho (that morning I had woken up from a strange nightmarish dream that ended with a little girl revealing a crime scene-don't asked me where that came from, I have no idea what is going on in my head) at which point, as if he had read my mind, he said that he was taking a short cut which would take us to our actual destination faster. I said ok. Here and there, on the ride back, we wondered how this could have happened. But I know exactly how it happened. I had not paid attention to the information on the ticket. I just went along with what the person at reception who was booking my taxi, who needed to know where I was going, concluded was to be our destination when she read the address on the edge of the ticket. And I had perpetuated that error by saying to the driver, without really looking at the ticket, that our destination was an address in Pezinok. On the ride back I did finally remember that my sister had told me that the event was being held in Petrzalka. I have known since childhood where Petrzalka is, it is on the river Danube, in a location that can accommodate many ships. The actual ship turned out to be within maybe a 25 minute walking distance from the hotel I am staying at, just on the other side of the river. (Katy, my good friend, I hope by now you are laughing uproariously, at least I can hear you in my head.) Anyway, the driver found the place easily, he parked the car in this huge empty parking lot and said that he would come with me to find the right ship. In the meantime, I was also concerned whether Marika's friend would still be waiting around for me. The driver and I were hurrying along to check out the ships and we passed by a solitary lady who caught up with us and asked my name. She was my sister's friend and her friend was holding our spots on the ship at which we finally arrived. As for the concert, it was fabulous. The ship was packed, with lots of young people in the audience. There was also a well known Slovak director in the audience, pointed out to me by my new found friend. The band, called Voila and the singer, Zdenka Trvalcova, had just started playing as we got there. It turned out that we were only 10 minutes late. Zdenka sounded more like Edith Piaf than Edith Piaf. Zdenka is an amazing singer with a gorgeous voice and her French is fabulous. She has this incredible, powerful way of performing, yet she is sweet and relaxed and full of joy. Each of the guys in the band had this endearing way of looking and smiling at her. It is difficult to describe but it was absolutely wonderful. It was a lovely evening, pleasant, the Bratislava castle, the bridges and the riverside were beautifully lit, and a luxury cruise ship sailed by under us as we were crossing the old bridge on our leisurely walk back to my hotel. We even detoured to see the big new shopping centre and I stopped by a parking lot to take a picture of it at which point the guard at the entrance came out and yelled at me to stop taking pictures because it was not allowed, apparently one of the buildings was some kind of a ministry. Perhaps I could have got myself arrested at the end of a somewhat eventful evening.

May 15th, morning/early afternoon

I walked around the old town this morning after breakfast. The temperature didn't seem very high so I layered on the clothes only to have to strip and carry two layers by the afternoon when the sun came out. The old town is very pretty and lots of people and tourists were out and about. I looked into a number of churches, went down some very steep steps into a crypt/catacomb, and accidentally found and then walked into the Bratislava City Library. I searched their online catalogue and found that they have 2 copies of mother's translation from English into Slovak of Henry Fielding's Tom Jones, and a 2003 edition of father's Jazyk, kultura a hlbinna psychologia. I had lunch at a place recommended by the hotel and this time instead of English I used my Slovak. I sat in a very pleasant courtyard and had broccoli soup and a pork cutlet with salad. I do wish that Zuzka had been able to come with me, it seems strange to be here more or less on my own what with Marika recovering from surgery and out of commission as a result.

But at least I get to say hello to mother (or at least her statue) every time I go into the old town, it is very close to where I am staying.

May 15, 2012 at 0:00

My room has generally been very quiet but tonight there are people out on the terrace even at this late hour. I can hear someone talking and also some impressive cackling. But it is good to hear people enjoying themselves especially since I am not at all sleepy. I'll be up for a while yet what with having had a 4 hour nap in the afternoon, now technically yesterday. After finally meeting my nephew at the airport, we drove to Bratislava to visit my sister Marika who had back surgery very recently. It was a warm sunny morning. I took in the scenery, now completely foreign to me, through the haze of my up-all-night-travelling fatigue. Once we arrived at my sister's apartment, the excitement of seeing her and also the sight of her post surgery made my fatigue temporarily disappear. We had some bread and cheese (that I had packed for the plane) and grapes, etc., and spent a couple of hours catching up while my niece prepared lunch. Lunch was an excellent soup with dumplings, the best schnitzel I have had in a long time and 2 different kinds of very tasty potato salad. And yummy dessert. Then, in the afternoon, my nephew drove me to my hotel. The hotel is lovely, the people are very nice, the location is great, and the breakfast plentiful. I recommend the place highly. I unpacked and, though I was practically fainting with fatigue, I decided to go for a short walk to get some mineral water. I headed in the direction of a big shopping centre. On the way, just around the corner from the hotel, I came upon Comenius University, where my mother studied for her PhD in English. It reminded me of our second day in Canada, when after spending the morning at the Department of Manpower and Immigration, we all piled into a taxi to go and talk to the people at the Board of Education because my mother wanted to find out right away how to get a job teaching. She tells the story that when she told the people there that she had a degree from Comenius University, they corrected her by saying "no, no, it's not comenius university, it's communist university." I guess we couldn't expect people to know about Comenius and the university in Bratislava that is named after him.

Up early.

My second day in Bratislava. The birds are chirping, the sun is out and I can hear sirens in the background. But mostly, my room is very quiet, it faces a lovely courtyard, called the summer terrace. After being up for three hours in the middle of the night I managed to fall asleep again and slept till 5:30 am. Feeling a bit off kilter but no major headache, which is a bonus after the last 10 days or so. Breakfast starts at 6:30 on weekdays at the very lovely Hotel Marrol's where I am staying. I woke up hungry so I decided to get myself down to the dining room. I was not disappointed. Now that I am finally here, I am starting to get excited about the trip and emotional about being back in Bratislava. Before the trip, in the last few weeks,I could not muster much enthusiasm for this month-long excursion, what with just being back from China (after recuperating from a nasty viral bronchitis prior to that trip) then dental surgery immediately after China and having to take time off work to recuperate, then being super busy at work for three weeks and finally coping with my usual pre-trip preparation and packing anxiety. The flight to Toronto was fine and didn't seem particularly long though it was its usual 4+ hours. We were a bit late arriving-the flight was delayed because a flight attendant didn't show up for work (though she did finally get there) so some time was spent looking for three volunteers to relinquish their seats so that they could reduce the number of passengers. Once we arrived, I had about three hours to wait. This time also passed relatively quickly, I talked to my sister and had some food and then it was time to board the Austrian airlines jet. There was a bit of a surprise waiting for people on the gangplank just before the door to the plane. A stern Austrian flight attendant was pulling people out of the line because they were taking too much or or too large a carryon. I don't know what they did with the excess and I was a bit worried but she looked at my bags and waved me on. Once on the plane, we were welcomed with the traditional "Grüß Gott" greeting, background waltz music and colours of orange and yellow and green and pale blue. I was flying economy and I could see the problem with the stowing of large items, the plane was so old it still had ashtrays, with tiny overhead compartments and no entertainment system in the back of the seat. Fortunately, my bags were fine and fit into those tiny spaces. Speaking of tiny, the seat and the leg room allowance were minuscule and, of course, I had a burly, youngish German-speaking gentleman sitting beside me. This leg of the journey, with its 8 and a half hours of flying time, seemed interminably long. I wanted to but could not sleep and I had neglected to charge up my iPod and I had not brought any reading material. They were playing movies on the overhead tv monitor but I just could not get enthused about any of them. Making the trip more unpleasant was the constant nagging migraine/hedaches that I'd had on and off since Thursday. Anyway, we eventually landed safely in Vienna. The route from the plane through passport control to the luggage seemed a bit long and labyrinthine, but I did finally manage to get my bag and go through "nothing to declare" to the exit where I expected to see my nephew waiting for me. No one resembling family came forward to greet me so I hung around to see if he would show up. I texted my sister to see if she knew where he was, wondered whether he was waiting somewhere else, kept looking around at the various guys who were standing around but still no Roman. My sister texted to assure me that he was there so I took another look around and finally saw a young man who could be him sitting down, looking a bit worried. I called his name, he looked up and recognized me. It turns out that he was waiting for a woman with shoulder-length brown hair and I am now sporting a very short, not brown, hairstyle. Anyway, we were both happy to finally make contact, he'd been waiting for me since before 8 am and was worried that I had not made the plane or who knows what. He hadn't brought my flight information with him so he was not sure what flight I was coming in on. But he heard some Slovaks talking and found out that the flight from Toronto had just come in and was going to wait for another 15 minutes. So neither one of us gave up on the other and we finally met!

Jet lag.

I woke up wide awake over two hours ago, midnight to be precise, after finally going to bed sometime around 8 pm. I'd been up for over 30 hours without any sleep and my head was vibrating with exhaustion. I didn't sleep much the night before the flight. When it was clear that sleep was not going to be on the agenda, I got up to do a few things and got ready for the taxi to pick me up at 5 am. The driver was a man in his late 60's who was financing his trips to Las Vegas by driving a cab on weekends. He told me that he'd been a student at UVic in 1964 majoring in wine, women and song. I am not sure if he graduated but later he trained as a pilot in the Air Force. He never got to fly because the Liberals came to power and cut the program. That same year, the government that nixed his flying career also took in thousands of political refugees from Czechoslovakia, my mother and I and brothers and sister included. Later I wondered whether he has ever voted Liberal. Tomorrow morning, I will be meeting my father's cousin's son, and his mother, who are taking me to Malacky to see where my family used to live. I am looking forward to it.

Definitely not seeing the view from the huta

Once again I'm not in the huta. S. and I took the ferry to Vancouver at 5. K. is arriving around 11 pm for a visit but she is coming in so late that she cannot get to Victoria tonight hence the sleepover by the airport. The weather has been beautiful today, the ferry ride very pleasant. By chance, on the ferry, I ran into the same gentleman that I met yesterday in the library parking lot and for whom I arranged a short tour of the new wing of our building, thanks again Katy. He and his friend, both of whom I met for the first time yesterday, are UVic alumni. They were having a bit of a trip down memory lane by visiting the campus.

The hotel is ok, but we asked for a change of room because the first was over the vents from the restaurant and stale cooking smells were wafting into the room when we opened the window. Now we have air from the highway!

The room has a loft with a king-sized bed and a pull out couch below. The loft is quite warm even with the air conditioning and a fan on.

The day started with watering the garden, then a bit of exercise, then over to Pet's life for kitty litter, then to Sue's, then a short walk to Fernwood coffee shop for second breakfast: lattes, apple bran muffin, goat Brie, cherries, salmon, cheese croissant. While there, we were entertained by a guy trying to fly a toy remote-controlled airplane that kept crashing into the pavement. Then we talked to a guy about some chairs on his property. I saw one chair on the porch that looked like a teak easy chair from the 60's and Sue saw some antiques in the driveway and at first we didn't realize we were commenting on totally different chairs so while Sue is looking at an antique chair I am saying that it looks like a chair from the 60's and she's thinking "hm, I am not seeing that" but politely not disagreeing with me. After we got back to the condo and I groomed the cats, getting a fistful of fine long hair off Appa, we left again to go back to Oak Bay. On the way we stopped at French Vanilla (no food here, just used but pretty goods) to look at a table and/or bench for Sue, then drove to De'lish to meet M. and A. F. for lunch, then home to pack for this overnight trip, then cleaned the kitchen and in-between returned a few things to the library. Whew! Busy day!

But what I didn't get done is get provisions ready for the trip. Very uncharacteristic of me. As a result we were at the mercy of cafeteria ferry food (no buffet on this ship) and it was not satisfying. So here we have a kitchenette and no supplies to speak of.

We are about to take the shuttle to the airport. Speaking of airport: tragic accident at Victoria airport yesterday, someone lost control of the car and killed one person and injured 7 others.