Merry Christmas from Patagonia

South American Sea Lion pups in a colony in Patagonia. When they are born they are black (or dark brown) and they molt to a mid-brown colour. | Photo: Killy Ridols

South American Sea Lion pups in a colony in Patagonia. | Photo: Killy Ridols

From Patagonia

December 24, 2013

Allan Stevo

There are many Slovaks whose families once emigrated from Slovakia who are today working in matters dealing with Slovakia. One hundred years ago, someone might have looked at Slovak families leaving that land and bemoaned the brain drain. Some individuals spent time in the Americas and came back to Slovakia. Many individuals went to America and never looked back. Looking at one generation of Slovaks, a brain drain took place in the form of mass migration to North America.

Looking across multiple generations, Slovak families moved to North America for education and the opportunity for improvement. They sometimes maintained important ties across the Atlantic. They sometimes lost contact and re-established contact later. Others Slovak families in America have yet to re-establish contact. Re-establishing contact can reward one dearly. I’ve watched this process take place time and again. It provides an added layer of cultural richness related to how one views ones own place in the world.

I received a Christmas card the other day from a Slovak in America who is working in the Slovak cultural space. His name is Keith Lencho, and he has taken upon himself the work of translating into English the work of one of the great Slovak novelists – Martin Kukučín. Slovaks have a long history of going abroad for adventure – ranging from Beňovský (the Slovak king of Madascar) to Štefánik (who traveled to far off Tahiti as a representative of the French), to the many Slovaks travelling the world today. Wandering the world is part of the Slovak experience.

Kukučín, a physician and an author, traveled the world – making his way to Croatia where he found his true love and married her, and later to Patagonia where the two of them lived for many years. There Kukučín penned the travelogue Prechadzka po Patagonii / Patagonian Promenade. Below are a few Christmas memories from Kukučín in South America translated by Keith Lencho (Kitko Lenčo).

 

Merry Christmas from Patagonia. | Text: Martin Kukucin, translated by Keith Lencho

 

Kukučín here clearly demonstrates that the weather is closely linked to the feeling of Christmas. Those of us who keep at least a foot in English language culture know this from Christmas favorites like “White Christmas,” “Rudolf the Rednosed Reindeer,” “Frosty the Snowman,” or “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire” crooned by Bing Crosby-like voices and the power they have to evoke the Christmas atmosphere. In many places we speak happily about the chance for snowfall on Christmas Eve. We know the activities of Christmas. We know the tastes and smells of Christmas. How foreign a Christmas must feel to one celebrating Christmas for the first time in a place where it is 98 degrees outside.

At the same time, how intimately connected Kukučín must have felt to Christmas when he looked up in the pastures of Patagonia, far removed from the city lights, to see the vast stars. Just like the astronomer magi, and even more like the shepherds, looking up into the sky, laying out in the stars, he must have imagined what that fabled star was like that signaled the birth of Jesus. New travels, new languages, bring new perspectives to familiar experiences.

Gauchos mustering sheep in Patagonia. | Photo: Evelyn Proimos

Gauchos mustering sheep in Patagonia. | Photo: Evelyn Proimos

As D.H. Lawrence wrote in Apocalypse, Kukučín was connected to the heavens that night by spending it underneath the vast open sky and all its majestic stars.

In the five years before Patagonian Promenade came to print in 1913, Europe had found itself in a military arms race. Kukučín’s wife’s corner of the world was engaged in the First Balkan War. Kukucin’s government of Austro-Hungary had annexed Bosnia-Hercegovinia. Just eight months into 1914, the people of Europe would find themselves pulled by their leaders into what would come to be known as the First World War. As the super-states grew in stature, power, and bravado, to an extent never before seen in states, they marched the world toward a war unlike any that had ever been seen before.  The century of the great states that grew into totalitarian states, without coincidence was also the century that introduced us to total wars.

In the midst of this, Kukučín the poet, the novelist, the impoverished country doctor who healed the poor without payment, half a world from his Slovak homeland in the foothills of the Tatras looked up into the stars, the same stars that the shepherds two millenia earlier had looked up at and penned in his journal “Peace to people on earth.”

No matter what rages we find ourselves on the verge of in our own lives, may we each be lucky enough on a night like tonight to find a moment to look up into the metaphorical stars, into the vast unquantifiable heavens, and to be filled with a great hope as if we have been given a gift. The winter solstice has come, and days will henceforth be longer, life has been breathed back into nature, a saviour has been sent to the world, a new year is upon us. Renewal comes at this time of year for many belief systems. What a great gift that is. What a great feeling of relief can come from that. Thank you to Martin Kukučín for sharing with me his observations of that heavens that Christmas Eve in Patagonia. Thank you to Kitko Lenčo for making those observations more accessible to me.  This is like a Merry Christmas from Kukučín from Patagonia.  As for me, who is not in Patagonia, I wish you a Merry Christmas as well.

Fitz Roy, Patagonia. | Photo: Annalisa Parisi

Fitz Roy, Patagonia. | Photo: Annalisa Parisi

Allan Stevo writes on Slovak culture at www.52inSk.com. He is from Chicago and spends most of his time travelling Europe and writing. You can find more of his writing at www.AllanStevo.com. If you enjoyed this post, please use the buttons below to like it on Facebook or to share it with your friends by email. You can sign up for emails on Slovak culture from 52 Weeks in Slovakia by clicking here.

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Make Slovak Sauerkraut Soup for Christmas

Ingredients for Slovak Sauerkraut (Cabbage) Soup at a Yuletide Celebration.

Ingredients for Slovak Sauerkraut (Cabbage) Soup at a Yuletide Celebration.

Slovak Sauerkraut Soup

December 23, 2013

Allan Stevo

Corned beef and cabbage evokes in me childhood memories of a limp grey, tasteless, almost mushy leaf referred to as “cabbage.” Corned beef and cabbage evokes similar memories in many people I know. Mid-March seemed to always find this almost mushy leaf in plentiful supply, either in restaurants or at dinners organized by a variety of churches and charities. If that’s how the Irish actually cook their cabbage then they’re doing something wrong and could do well to learn a lesson from their fellow Europeans in the center of the continent.

Slovaks have an large number of recipes that include cabbage, so many of them incredibly tasty. Among the tastiest is this delicacy commonly associated with yuletide celebrations in Slovakia. It’s among my favorite recipes. The school I used to teach at puts together an annual Christmas celebration with cabbage soup (kapustnica) as the centerpiece. Some families in Slovakia will kill a pig around Christmas time and smoke a variety of meats to flavor their cabbage soup, a soup so flavorful with a variety of ingredients that are loaded into the soup so densely that it is not fair to call this thick stew by the name soup.

The kapustnica made by Pani Stefka remains so popular with my friends and me that at least three of us get together each Christmas in Chicago to cook it. Slovak expats around the world do the same, as referenced by the photos that I increasingly come across in Facebook posts at this time of year.

Below is Pani Stefka’s recipe. And here is a link to a more in depth article on Pani Stefka’s recipe along with some photos.

Ingredients:

  • - 1kg (2.2 lbs) of Kapusta will feed 7 people. For every 1 kg of kapusta, use the following
  • 4 medium to large onions
  • 750g raw pork shoulder (but likely any piece of meat will be okay)
  • 2 links of sausage (this taste is key, and will be apparent throughout the soup so make sure you are using quality or at least tasty sausage)
  • Spice to taste – sweet paprika, caraway seeds, and at the end, when the cooking is done, you can add marjoram (If your cabbage does not already contain allspice and bay leaves, you can add a few of each of those/ pound of cabbage early in the process)
  • 4 cloves of garlic finely chopped (at the end also, because the heat will dull this taste)
  • Half a handful of dried plums (prunes).
  • Half a handful of dried wild mushrooms.
  • Add about a pound of smoked ham to a small pot, two pounds of smoked ham to a big pot, and four-five pounds of smoked ham to a really big pot
  • a shredded potato (used to thicken the soup, instead of flour)

Directions:
Heat lard in a heated pot. Add chopped onions. Fry til the onions are between golden and brown. Stir in caraway, and sweet paprika (the ground spice) before the onions are done cooking. Add water to cover. Add pork meat. Boil until meat is tender. Remove meat, allow to cool on side, remove bones (if you chose a cut with bones), cut up into small pieces that could manageably fit on a soup spoon when eaten later. Add sauerkraut. Stir the sauerkraut in so as to avoid the difficult to manage big clumps of sauerkraut from forming.

Put the meat back in. Add sausage (klobasa) whole. Before serving, you will need to remove the cooked sausage and cut them up into bit sized pieces. Add dried mushrooms. Add dried plums. Cook it for as long as you want to cook it for. Add potatoes with a half hour of cooking time left. Add marjoram. Add garlic. Allow to sit over night. A big pot, left on a cold stove may still be warm the next morning. Another option is to leave it on very low heat (not even simmering) all night.

Pull out sausage and smoked meat and cut into bite sized pieces that can be easily eaten with a soup spoon . Return them to the pot and stir. Slowly warm up the kapustnica the next day to prepare it for serving. Serve the next afternoon with a slice of bread and a dollop of sour cream.

Do you have a special Christmas meal that you and your family share? Do you have any favorite parts of your family’s Christmas Stew? Or might you have any suggestions on how you would improve on Pani Stefka’s Christmas Cabbage Stew?

Allan Stevo writes on Slovak culture at www.52inSk.com. He is from Chicago and spends most of his time travelling Europe and writing. You can find more of his writing at www.AllanStevo.com. If you enjoyed this post, please use the buttons below to like it on Facebook or to share it with your friends by email. You can sign up for emails on Slovak culture from 52 Weeks in Slovakia by clicking here.

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Whoever You Are, Thank You !

A Yagua (Yahua) tribeman demonstrating the use of blowgun (blow dart), at one of the Amazonian islands near Iquito, Peru. | Wikipedia.org

A Yagua (Yahua) tribeman demonstrating the use of blowgun (blow dart), at one of the Amazonian islands near Iquito, Peru. | Wikipedia.org

Amazon Links

December 23, 2013

Allan Stevo

Amazon.com considers me “an affiliate.”  What that means is that anyone who clicks on a link from 52 Weeks in Slovakia to Amazon and buys an item there earns me 8% of whatever they buy on Amazon.

Amazon produces a report each month on what was purchased and sends me a check once a month for how much in commission was earned.

An example of such a link is this one here: to the Amazon.com homepage.  When you click on the link, you probably see a complicated code in your browser that includes the term “52weekinslov-20.” That is the code Amazon uses to identify that the purchases you make during that visit should be credited to the 52 Weeks in Slovakia account.

By the time the report gets to me, there is no personal information in the report, so while I have no idea who you are,  I would like to thank the big ticket spenders this Christmas season for clicking on Amazon links on 52 Weeks in Slovakia. It makes a big difference on how much more time I’m able to dedicate to writing in these pages.

Allan Stevo writes on Slovak culture at www.52inSk.com. He is from Chicago and spends most of his time travelling Europe and writing. You can find more of his writing at www.AllanStevo.com. If you enjoyed this post, please use the buttons below to like it on Facebook or to share it with your friends by email. You can sign up for emails on Slovak culture from 52 Weeks in Slovakia by clicking here.

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Blekfrajdejuješ?

A shot from the filming of the movie "Czech Dream" or "Cesky Sen." | Photo: CzechFolks.com

Black Friday
November 28, 2013
Allan Stevo

I work with a Greek man who constantly reminds me that the prescriptive grammar rules of languages are put in place with the intention of controlling a society. Language, after all, is the operating system by which virtually all thought and a great deal of action is processed. The more you can control a language the more you can control the people using the language.

Language and Control
The French rejoice that a governmental organization (L’Académie française) controls their language to help keep it pure and inflexible. Grammar teachers the world over exhibit a constant lack of creativity by always looking at what is wrong with speech patterns instead of allowing for any combination of words that allows for communication.  The Greeks in response to Ottoman control came up with a form of Greek in which many words had secretive double-meanings allowing for communication that meant something entirely different to whatever it was that the Ottomans thought it meant.

Slovaks and Their Language
An aspect of Slovak culture that I love is the playfulness with which so many approach the language. There is correct and incorrect in Slovak. At the same time there are suffixes like -ič, -ik, or -ak used to shorten words and make them sound slang. A Bratislavčan (a citizen of Bratislava) can also be called a Blavak in less polite company, based on the word “Blava,” a slang term for Bratislava. Blava, as a Czech book I once read pointed out – sounds like the combination of the words for “mud” and “cows” – two words that are perhaps befitting the Pragocentric view of what Bratislava must look like. For more about my view on Pragocentrism or Blavocentrism please see these article on 52 Weeks in Slovakia.

Another aspect of Slovak culture that I love is how common diminutives are. There are the diminutive forms of words that give every Slovak noun another five or ten forms as a way to make speech sound cuter. Instead of good morning as “dobre rano” some may say good morning as “dobre ranko.”

I like how phonetic Slovak spelling is. A Slovak linguist of the past wrote “Piš ako počuješ” as a method of instruction to his fellow Slovak speakers -” Write as you read,” or write phonetically.

This is much different than the system of spelling in the English language. George Bernard Shaw famously pointed out as a way to make fun of the non-phonetic nature of the English language that “ghoti” was an alternative way to spell “fish” in English. This was done by using the GH from laugh the O from women and the TI from nation.

Slovak on the other hand has a spelling system in which an O always sounds the same, a TI always sounds the same and a G and H always sound the same. Spend an hour learning the Slovak rules of pronunciation correctly and you will forever be able to pronounce almost any word correctly. This systematic, clear, ease of spelling and pronunciation is one reason that I believe Slovak is this best method of entry into Slavic languages, especially for someone unfamiliar with the Cyrillic alphabet.  When it’s time to learn Cyrillic, having a Slovak base makes the learning process effortless, literally lasting minutes to reach a high level of competence.  (Start at this article on 52 Weeks in Slovakia if you want to learn to read Cyrillic in under an hour.)

Some Slovaks will play with this phonetic nature of the language by pronouncing foreign words with a Slovak pronunciation – nation sounds like “Nah-tyee-ohn.” Women sounds like “Voh-men” and laugh sounds like “LA-Oo-guh-huh”

Alternately Slovaks will spell English words in Slovak for fun – blekfrajdej – could be a way that a Slovak would spell the post-Thanksgiving retailer’s holiday “Black Friday” in order to preserve the English language pronunciation.

Finally, my final bit of praise at the moment for the Slovak language – the verb ending -ovat’ is the most playful and pleasant verb ending. It allows virtually any noun to be turned into a verb. Sprechuješ?” Is the slang way to ask “Do you speak German?” It’s based on the German “Sprechen” (to speak). Spikuješ?” Is the slang way in Slovak to ask “Do you speak English?” It is based on the Slovak spelling of the English verb “speak.” In the title of this piece is a single word made using the -ovat’ verb form.

Blekfrajdejuješ?

Blekfrajdejuješ – well, that was a word invented this morning by yours truly as he wrote a friend asking what she was doing. “Getting a deal on headphones online was her answer.”

It of course occurred to me that Black Friday was the perfect day for that to happen. Other than “shopping on Black Friday” what might the connotations of Blekfrajdejuješ be?

In 1939 the American president who prolonged the Great Depression with his New Deal policies and who decided to break with tradition and set himself up to be the first ever president to serve 4 terms also decided that he would be involved in a variety of other shows of megalomania.

He decided to make the national day of giving thanks to God for the bounty he has bestowed on us (Thanksgiving) into an excuse for added consumerism in American culture. This was entirely acceptable for him. He was under the misconception, after all, that an intelligent dictator was the best form of governance, so he hired his famous brain trust who advised him on all kinds of ways to expand the power of government to make American life “better.” The question in such situations is always “better for whom?” For example when the US Government put a price floor on foodstuffs in order to keep prices high during the Great Depression, it might have been great for some producers of food. It was terrible, however, for people who needed to eat. Everyone needs to eat. Not everyone produces food. This therefore benefited fewer people than it hurt, as was the case with many New Deal policies.

That’s an important issue when looking back at the New Deal – from the perspective of many economic historians, the New Deal really worsened and prolonged hardship on the average American (who were virtually all consumers and workers) by exerting control on broad parts of the economy and making many products and service more expensive. New Deal policies, which were essentially a continuation and expansion by Roosevelt of the work started by his predecessor Hoover took a minor economic event and helped turn it into something widespread and lengthy.  (While this topic is dealt with in depth by many historians, Robert Murphy’s Politically Incorrect Guide
very blithely deals with this topic and others, addressing the fact that Hoover was not a “do nothing President,” but an anti-free market President who set the groundwork across the aisle for Roosevelt’s interventions.)

Despite what is commonly taught in American schools, the New Deal benefited some in society, just like FDR’s insistence in shifting the date of Thanksgiving benefited some in society. Here’s how writer Bill Kauffman tells the story of FDR’s moving of Thanksgiving in an attempt to satisfy well-connected retailers.

 It seems that in 1939 Thanksgiving was to fall on November 30th, a matter of consternation to the big merchants of the National Retail Dry Goods Association (NRDGA). The presidents of Gimbel Brothers, Lord & Taylor, and other unsentimental vendors petitioned President Roosevelt to move Thanksgiving to the previous Thursday, November 23, thus creating an additional week of Christmas shopping – and to the astonishment of those Americans without dollar signs in their eyes, the president did so. (Not all merchants favored the shift. One Kokomo shopkeeper hung a sign in his window reading, “Do your shopping now. Who knows, tomorrow may be Christmas.”)

Opinion polls revealed that more than 60 percent of Americans opposed the Rooseveltian ukase; dissent was especially vigorous in New England. The selectmen of Plymouth, Massachusetts, informed the President, “It is a religious holiday and [you] have no right to change it for commercial reasons.” Thanksgiving is a day to give thanks to the Almighty, harrumphed Governor Leverett Salstonstall of Massachusetts, “and not for the inauguration of Christmas shopping.”

Although the states customarily followed the federal government’s lead on Thanksgiving, they retained the right to set their own date for the holiday, so 48 battles erupted. As usual, New Deal foes had all the wit, if not the votes. A New Hampshire senator urged the President to abolish winter; the Oregon attorney general versified:

Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
All the rest have thirty-one.
Until we hear from Washington.

Twenty-three states celebrated Thanksgiving 1939 on November 23, and another 23 stood fast with November 30. Two states, Colorado and Texas, shrugged their shoulders and celebrated both days – Texas did so to avoid having to move the Texas/Texas A&M football game. (In recent years, the Texas turkey bowl game has been transplanted to the Friday following Thanksgiving due to pressure from a power even greater than FDR: television.)

This New Deal experiment in Gimbelism lasted two more years, until finally the NRDGA admitted that there was little difference in retail sales figures between the states that celebrated Thanksgiving early and those that clung to the traditional holiday. Without fanfare, President Roosevelt returned Thanksgiving 1942 to the last Thursday in November. Mark Sullivan noted that this was the only New Deal experiment FDR ever renounced.

Just as Roosevelt’s megalomaniacal refusal to observe the two-term tradition set by George Washington necessitated the 22nd Amendment, so did his flouting of Thanksgiving precedent require corrective legislation. In a compromise of sorts, FDR signed into law a bill fixing Thanksgiving as the fourth Thursday – not the last Thursday – in November. Never again would Thanksgiving fall on November 29th or 30th. The states followed suit, although Texas held out until 1956.

FDR is not to blame for a societal trend.  He played a significant role in the use of Christmas and Thanksgiving as cynical tools for buying and selling that is seldom discussed.  Nor in the 2oth century – the century of the great dictators, great states, and great wars do I look at FDR’s New Deal as the greatest tragedy the world witnessed.  The US could have had much worse.   The New Deal was among the worst collection of policies to happen to the US, Roosevelt among the worst Presidents from an American perspective that a constant pursuit of greater freedom is what America has potential to be truly great at.

Over time FDR’s move to shift the day of Thanksgiving to lengthen the holiday shopping season seems to have had such an effect that a day is named for the important first day of that season, known as “Black Friday.” It can’t be said whether the move was a good decision or a bad decision.  The results of studies are conflicting, and additionally, there is a philosophical argument at hand – what would even constitute “good” or “bad” in this situation.

Some Effects of a Longer Christmas Shopping Season

For example – consumer spending takes place in larger amounts earlier which likely leads to an increase in spending with a lengthened shopping season. At the same time, worker productivity declines as more time is spent on holiday shopping. Productivity is what strengthens an economy. Shopping doesn’t. At the same time holiday family time does not increase, people simply spend less time in the office and more time shopping.

There is a term “discretionary spending.”  Discretionary time should be considered in this equation as well.  We only have a limited amount of free time.  Not only does more shopping eat away at time spent on productivity, it also eats away at “discretionary time.” Family time decreases during the holidays as people go out shopping for family instead of sitting down to have a heart-to-heart with family. Taking your father out for a $3 cup of coffee is infinitely better at building bonds and expressing love than buying him a $300 electronic device. In the former situation you will be spending time with the other person, in the later you will only be spending money on the other person.

Here we have an important crux of American culture that is being exported around the world – as people become wealthier, people want to spend more, often beyond their means, which creates more of a need to work, sometimes overwork, and a desire to spend more as a method of comforting oneself. This can form a vicious cycle.

Themes of Discussions

Sit down with many middle class Americans for a discussion or listen in on a discussion. As soon as the participants arrive at a certain amount of comfort with each other, it is very common to talk more than anything about the ways that they spend their money: how to be frugal, the new cars, what the next vacation will be, what their latest appliance purchases have been like.

I see nothing wrong with having lots of money. I see nothing wrong with working hard. I see nothing wrong with spending lots of your own money exactly the way you feel like spending it. In fact, I think those are all ideal. What I do recognize is that Americans (and probably all humans) caught in a cycle like the one I mention seem to lose an ability to communicate with each other in a way that does not heavily involve a discussion of possessions purchased and possessions to be purchased. Discussions like this are ever-present in American society and of course we turn to our peer group to have the discussions about things that we feel are most important. It’s fine to turn to our peer groups. Listening in on discussions often leaves me with the feeling that the latest purchases and the next purchases are the most important topics on the minds of many Americans I encounter, since that is the subject of so many discussions people have with their peers.

Slovaks, in my experience, tend to speak to each other differently, but that is changing. Slovaks increasingly talk about where the next fix will come from, what the next purchase is that they will make. At this moment the content of discussions I hear in Slovakia seem to impress me a bit more than the content of discussions in the US. One tends to be about purchases and possessions and another seems so adept at using communication to build bonds without obsessing with the topics of purchases and possessions.

How will you spend your Black Friday? If you read this, before your family’s Thanksgiving celebration, I’d be curious to hear your observation on this – did you and yours spend a lot of time discussing past and future purchases?  If you shifted the discussion around the dinner table off of the topic of purchases, what are topics you shifted discussion to?

Also, I’d like to say:

Dear Readers, I wish you the happiest of days today and want you to know that I am thankful for your readership, for your comments in these pages, and for your encouraging and fascinating emails.  You are the ones who make this website possible.

Allan Stevo writes on Slovak culture at www.52inSk.com. He is from Chicago and spends most of his time travelling Europe and writing. You can find more of his writing at www.AllanStevo.com. If you enjoyed this post, please use the buttons below to like it on Facebook or to share it with your friends by email. You can sign up for emails on Slovak culture from 52 Weeks in Slovakia by clicking here.

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Be Central European for Halloween

A signed photo of the Hungarian actor Bela Lugosi from his performance in the 1931 film Dracula. | Photo: iofferphoto.com auction

Halloween Costumes

October 30, 2013

Allan Stevo

This piece, when first posted two years ago had the pleasant consequence of beginning two vigorous discussions.

  • 1. Can Transylvania be considered a part of Central Europe?  and
  • 2. How the heck do you say “male nurse” in Slovak

For the non-Slovak speaking male nurses out there – I’ll give you a heads up – there’s a definite gender bias in the Slovak language contained within the most commonly used Slovak word for nurse.

To keep reading about these topics and other controversies, just click here to find the original article – “Be Central European for Halloween.”

Allan Stevo writes on Slovak culture at www.52inSk.com. He is from Chicago and spends most of his time travelling Europe and writing. You can find more of his writing at www.AllanStevo.com. If you enjoyed this post, please use the buttons below to like it on Facebook or to share it with your friends by email. You can sign up for emails on Slovak culture from 52 Weeks in Slovakia by clicking here.

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Arriving in Slovakia in November of 1989

Director Gary Griffin (sitting, far right) films a re-enactment of the 17 November 1989 demonstration that sparked the Velvet Revolution. | Photo: courtesy of the makers of the film "Listopad" and "Transitions Online."

Arriving in 1989

October 12, 2013

Allan Stevo

This is written by Franklin Orosco, a new reader of 52 Weeks in Slovakia, who has made a career as a crew-member on cruise ships. Here Franklin tells of his arrival in Slovakia in 1989, a place where he settled down and worked for a time before returning to ship.

“I had chosen to teach at the gymnazium and business/commercial high school [in Topolcany] because of a newspaper article I read one bleak fall day in Munich.

“In my hotel room, I was relaxing while on holiday, and was pouring over the news when I saw a major story on there being the largest political demon-strations in Prague since 1968. It was then November 1989. I had just come down south from climbing on the Berlin Wall in the heady first days when it was open. As there were no hostel beds available anywhere, I had had to leave town. Couldn`t find any space on trains eastbound. So I was in Munich. It hit me that Prague was the story of the moment, so I grabbed a train and headed over. From the station, many were heading toward Wenceslas Square, to the sea of calm protesters. And it was there I remained for four days, ignoring the sights and cultural offerings.

“Worried about missing out on the mountains, which I`d really missed while at sea in the hot Caribbean Sea, I stood in a long line at the bus station in Prague, looking up at the departures list and trying to find any bus to take me to the Tatry Mountains. I boarded a bus soon after and people sat in silence or quiet conversation. And it stayed like that until suddenly as the day grew dark, the bus driver turned up the radio volume to a news broadcast. Passengers listened intently, leaning into the aisles. Someone nearby explained that the government had dissolved itself and it appeared that Havel would step in as the interim leader. There was much quiet discussion aboard that bus as we rumbled away from that historic scene in Wenceslas Square.

“It was with that in mind that I chose to teach somewhere in Slovakia, and a shipmate suggested his own hometown, which I accepted.”

- Franklin Orosco

After reading this note from Franklin, I started to wonder how it felt to be a Czech or a Slovak passenger on that bus. If you loved the regime there must have been a sense of fear for the future, a sadness over the stupidity of the masses and what they were now doing to a government in which you were a true believer.

Among those who were the regime’s opponents, likely there was a different sense for those events. Eventually, there was a sense of hope for the future among some – something great might now come to this corner of the world – but that first moment that the government dissolved, even some of the governments most ardent dissidents must have felt a sense of worry. There was now to be great uncertainty for everyone, after decades of hearing of the invincibility of the regime. Now, the dissident could no longer be just an ardent dissident. Now the dissident had to BUILD SOMETHING POSITIVE or fade into obscurity as an opponent, a bar room shit-squawker, incapable of building anything when given a chance.

After any great change, so many are left asking “now what?” and the ones who are in a position to adapt and proceed are the ones left to run the world around themselves. “Correctness” of opinion has nothing to do with who seizes the reigns of power after the dust settles following a revolution. In Czechoslovakia the great communists suddenly became the great capitalists – skilled at the mechanics of whatever social system was in place, they quickly transitioned.

Franklin brings up a moment in the history of Czechoslovakia that I’ve never before considered – what was it like to be on that bus and to hear for that first moment that the regime had fallen? What did it feel like for a Czech or Slovak that very first moment you heard that news? Joy, victory, sadness, dread, self-importance, doubt, faith, hope, uncertainty, certainty? I would love to hear your tale, your experience of that first moment you heard the news, the first moment you knew that the seemingly indestructible government of Czechoslovakia was no more.

Franklin Orosco is looking to move back to former Czechoslovakia. If you are looking to hire a motivated foreigner like Franklin with an appreciation with regional culture, please send me an email that I will gladly pass along to Franklin.

Allan Stevo writes on Slovak culture at www.52inSk.com. He is from Chicago and spends most of his time travelling Europe and writing. You can find more of his writing at www.AllanStevo.com. If you enjoyed this post, please use the buttons below to like it on Facebook or to share it with your friends by email. You can sign up for emails on Slovak culture from 52 Weeks in Slovakia by clicking here.

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Awkward Translations

 

A Czech lunch menu with the soup improperly translated into English. "Hovezi vyvar s muslickami" should read "beef broth with shells."

Awkward Translations

October 12, 2013

Allan Stevo

Between any two languages there are bound to be unusual translations. This is often because no matter how similar two words are, there is a likelihood that they don’t occupy the same “geography” in two different languages.

For example, “bear” means to carry, support, give birth to, produce, to veer and proceed in a specific direction, to be called by, to conduct oneself, one who predicts falling markets, the falling markets themselves, and a large omnivorous mammal.  This only covers the commonly recognized definitions – the connotations of the word, without even skimming the surface of other layers of connotation.

In Slovak, as far as I know, there is not a single word that occupies all of that geography. Even a word as fundamental and seemingly simple as “bread” in English and “chlieb” in Slovak do not occupy the same geography.

In the picture above, a Czech restaurant menu was translated incorrectly. Presumably the translator did not have a strong command of English language slang. “Pasta shells” was translated incorrectly in a Czech phrase that should have read something more like “beef broth with shells” in English. Muslička, meaning “shell,” translated incorrectly in this instance, can also be a slang term describing a part of the female anatomy.

In these situations, where and English translation is preferred, the translator often picks up a dictionary or runs the words through translations software.  Such translations, like the one above can be horrible – like a driver using only GPS to drive instead of his own eyes – translating from a dictionary without knowledge of the source language can produce shocking results.  While over-reliance on a dictionary and a poor command of slang English, might be the simplest explanation for this poor translation, I’d prefer to think that the elderly school lunch lady who did the menu translation is really just pulling one over on all of us.

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Allan Stevo writes on Slovak culture at www.52inSk.com. He is from Chicago and spends most of his time travelling Europe and writing. You can find more of his writing at www.AllanStevo.com. If you enjoyed this post, please use the buttons below to like it on Facebook or to share it with your friends by email. You can sign up for emails on Slovak culture from 52 Weeks in Slovakia by clicking here.

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A Czechoslovak Story Retold by Camus

 Tombstone of Albert Camus

Camus

October 12, 2013

Allan Stevo

A friend from New York gave me a literary magazine in which her work appeared. Transmission it was called.  On the very first page after opening it I read a passing story from a Czechoslovak newspaper that has been enshrined for generations by Albert Camus in his The Stranger. Here is the magazine quoting the retelling from Camus.

“Between my straw mattress and the bed planks, I had actually found an old scrap of newspaper, yellow and transparent, half-stuck to the canvas. On it was a new story, the first part of which was missing, but which must have taken place in Czechoslovakia. A man had left a Czech village to seek his fortune. Twenty-five years later, and now rich, he had returned with a wife and a child. His mother was running a hotel with his sister in the village where he’d been born. In order to surprise them, he had left his wife and child at another hotel and gone to see his mother, who didn’t recognise him when he walked in. As a joke he’d had the idea of taking a room. He had shown off his money. During the night his mother and his sister had beaten him to death with a hammer in order to rob him and had thrown his body in the river. The next morning the wife had come to the hotel and, without knowing it, gave away the traveler’s identity. The mother hanged herself. The sister threw herself down a well. I must have read that story a thousand times. On one hand it wasn’t very likely. On the other, it was perfectly natural. Anyway, I thought the traveler pretty much deserved what he got and that you should never play games.”

Do you have favorite or notable mentions of the region in literature, film, music, or other areas of popular culture. If so, feel free to share in the comments section.

Albert Camus

Allan Stevo writes on Slovak culture at www.52inSk.com. He is from Chicago and spends most of his time travelling Europe and writing. You can find more of his writing at www.AllanStevo.com. If you enjoyed this post, please use the buttons below to like it on Facebook or to share it with your friends by email. You can sign up for emails on Slovak culture from 52 Weeks in Slovakia by clicking here.

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