It is, of course, about my wife’s boss, and not about me, because I don’t have one; In another place* I told how it was at the wedding, I won’t repeat it again, I won’t bore you with heated soup. I have something else to say.

From word to word, the boss recalled other weddings he had attended during his long career as a wedding man. He did not remember his weddings with joy, because he always left hungry (Belgians do not celebrate weddings with gifts, like us Orientals, so there was little food at their wedding: two carrots and a stalk of celery. Who puts. and a small saucer on the table is already noble !), but the main story is a wedding of rich Chileans. The boss said that he was invited, too, because of the strange circumstances: a wedding on that big yacht, changing three outfits a day, a wedding in a week. Difficult daughter! He went as a bachelor (probably that’s why he was invited, they say there are a lot of unmarried women there: so pretentious!), he had accommodation in a villa on land, and not in one of the cabins on the yacht. This villa housed all the bachelors, where they slept at night and spent the day on the yacht and dancing bachelorette parties.

And from here I started laughing. The boss was telling a funny story, but I couldn’t stop laughing, I had tears on my face: the villa was echo. It is 100% eco: all electricity is provided by solar panels. There was no gas, gasoline, or diesel generator, so there was no backup system, or whatever you call it. During the day there was electricity in the villa, the refrigerators chilled beer, the air conditioner worked, it was cool and nice inside; but there was no one inside, the bachelors were walking on the yacht. They arrived at the lodging in the evening, tired, sweaty, woe to them; he will drink beer, get some sleep, recover for the next day. But nothing like that!

Because the wedding was somewhere in the tropics. Overnight, the villa turned into a hot hell. Without air conditioning, the European bachelor wandered from room to room like a herd of suffocated reeds, with nothing to hand but already warm beer from refrigerators without electricity. They couldn’t even take a shower, because – obviously! – the water also did not work as the pumps had no electricity. They were simply tired of the heat, physically sick, they arrived in the morning on a yellow-green yacht and went to bed as soon as they found free cabins, that is, they got rid of the unmarried women who were fast asleep and waiting. they have just come from a dance. Today yes, tomorrow yes, until the attitude of the Chilean owners changed radically. They deduced that the European guests were alcoholics who had been drinking all night after seeing them arrive in the morning to a party that was just starting… “and look,” said the boss, falsely embarrassed, “none of us married any of them.” rich heiress! We returned to our place in Europe, and everyone coped as best they could,” he said quietly, kissing the hand of his wife, a gorgeous Russian woman from Kyiv. Which, of course, did not inherit anything except beauty, youth, health, good nature, maternal sense and capacity for work. To the east of ours!

I have never dared to comment on the articles of Professor Konstantin Krangana on the principle of “seeing along the nose”. I have neither the training nor the intelligence to allow me to offer competent (or at least intelligent) opinions in this dispute between eco-activists and professional geologists/geophysicists – or, to steal ** more accurate terms from Mr. Crangan, between “apocalyptic prophets” and “technical wizards”. I can only reproduce (which I did) this pleasant story I heard at a wedding, and let everyone understand what they want; as a reporter, I was doing my job. But as a tourist, I have something to say. Something of mine .

Motorcycles, mopeds, ATVs and sports cars. They are killing me, mentally decomposing me. The decibels they produce in the cramped cities of Europe far exceed the endurance level of my peasant brain. I have had a trip to Geneva and I can honestly say that it is difficult to imagine a more civilized city than this – unless, perhaps for financial reasons, the city center is terrorized by obscenely rich young people (from Arab countries, by the looks of it) which constantly revving the engines of (extremely expensive, I think) sports cars and very powerful motorcycles. Again and again they wind through the tourist-filled streets, packing and packing those monstrously powerful Otto engines, specially designed to make as much noise as possible (not the engines themselves, but the exhaust systems). I returned from Geneva dejected, desperately wanting only one thing: to die! Decree for electric motorcycles! For electric super sports cars! For electric quads (they terrorize me in Romania when I go to the mountains. They didn’t exist in my time, now they are small, they are garbage!).

I understand very well that my freedom ends where the freedom of the abyss begins. I also understand that the solution is very simple: don’t you like it in Geneva, Mr. Buzea? Do not go! Do you want peace? Go to the country, graze sheep, be happy!

However, I think that it is possible – maybe! – the argument between an electric motor and an internal combustion engine (at least two-stroke) is a bit more complicated than it seems. That is, there are several points of view worth discussing, frankly. But what is fair when people get ideologically inflamed? – Read the entire article and comment on Contributors.ro