czwartek, 20 sierpnia 2009

Grassy grass vs. Polish grass

It's quite difficult to express why being back is so bad. The symbol which may illustrate pretty accurately the difference between living there and here is... grass. Yes, grass. And I don't mean marihuana by that. However access to the last one is also much easier in Belgium than it is in Poland.

I loved to go to Parc de Bruxelles (the one in the center) and lying on the grass in the sun. The grass was green, soft, thick and clean. Like a carpet. You really didn't need any blanket to lay on it. You will not find place like that in Poland even though we've got places which are supposed to be lawns. Usually there is no grass there, some remains of it only, which are brown, burned, full of dirt and weeds, very unpleasant and ugly. That's it. Things which could be nice and handy are not like that in Poland. Things which are supposed to be pleasant aren't like that either.

We don't have parks similar to Belgian parks. The ones we have don't look like the Belgian ones, maybe except for Łazienki Królewskie in Warsaw. One exception then, and still, I'm not sure what is the quality of the grass in there. They are dark, ugly, untended. People are rather afraid of going there since it's full of hooligans instead of being full of life, people playing, having fun and so on which is standard in Brussels.

Sad country with sad people. Not suitable for someone who prefer being cheerful.


4 komentarze:

Anonimowy pisze...

A dlaczego na tym zdjęciu nikt nie biega? :-) MŻ

Klee pisze...

Jak to? Pan z teczką biegnie. ;-) A w ogóle to dlaczego mieliby biegać? Pewnie nawiązujesz do jakiejś konkretnej sytuacji, ale ja się tak zafiksowałem na gruźliku prątkującym na trasie: Brugia - Bruksela, że biegaczy żadnych nie jarzę. Proszę o przypomnienie.

Anonimowy pisze...

Dobrze, że mi gruźlika przypomniałeś, uśmiałam się :D. U nas nawet takich gruźlików nie ma ;-)

Klee pisze...

Właśnie. Tam są śmieszni, u nas obleśni.