
The recent ruling of the European Court of Human Rights in the case of Soile Lautsi, who was offended by crucifixes displayed in her child’s school in Italy, states:
The compulsory display of a symbol of a given confession in premises used by the public authorities… restricted the right of parents to educate their children in conformity with their convictions.
The Polish parliament, however, has decided [POL] to continue allowing handing out crosses in Polish classrooms and on other public premises. And a Polish association of Catholics, Unum Principium, has also proposed including the symbol of the cross in the national emblem of Poland. Currently, the emblem has a white eagle in a golden crown on red background, but Krzysztof Zagozda, the association’s spokesman, refers to the national emblem from 1927, when the eagle’s crown had a cross incorporated on top of it. He explains the group’s proposal [POL]:
Including cross in national symbols is important for patriotic reasons. For many Polish citizens it expresses separateness of a kind or fight for independence. Hence why we need to restore it.
Image source: Wikipedia
This proposal has generated over 500 reactions on the forum of Poland’s main daily, Gazeta.pl.
Maruda.r questions the above statement [POL]:
It’s not entirely right, as Polish eagles were wearing different crowns: […] Emblems, coats of arms change – they reflect certain status, which is not there any more. We might as well reach out for the chicken placed on coins in Piast times.
Feurig59 states [POL]:
Carry the crosses in your hearts. Not everything has to be shown off – worn off symbols, whose meaning is carried by very few in this country, but everyone is scrubbing and polishing their ‘gods’, so everyone could see how strongly they feel about ‘tradition’ and what a good Pole and Catholic they are. Makes me sick:(
Michelange75 points out [POL]:
As a Catholic I say – No. Those people do not understand that this leads to antagonisms within Polish society and a loss of trust in the church for many Poles. Are we to experience the mistake of Western countries, where churches stand empty. That is what those chauvinists and pseudo-Catholics want. If so, than in this entire war over the cross and entire aspect of moving crosses away from school ordered by Europe, and which we do not seem to have to respect, Polish Catholic church will lose. It’s totally irresponsible.
This statement is followed up by a response from ludwigvanbeethoven, who is a Protestant [POL]:
Catholics believe themselves as the only right faith, but I am asking – why? As a protestant, I demand all churches in Europe to look like protestant ones. […] Religion should be an inner business of each citizen, and not a huge balloon and sour faces, that Brussels does not want to include common values into their constitution.
On another site, AdamM sounds very sarcastic [POL]:
But Poland is to be a province of Vatican, so it’s easier this way. Of course during GCSA exams we will pass religion too, and on our CV’s we will need to put dates of our baptism, first communion and confirmation as well as the exact amount of money given during each mass. We will let out on our streets policemen who will check if we all carry crosses and know how to pray, and for those who protest, we will build stakes. We could also do with dusting off the Middle Ages torture machines so that the conversion is smoother.
A Northern Irish Polish forum contains a discussion on how having a cross in the emblem differs from having it next to it one wall; the main thoughts are expressed by 33lncr [POL]:
Aaa, those are the guys from the Madonna concert affair [cancelled due to protest of Catholics], so the case is clear… Seriously, though, for me it’s only an add-on to a picture with a bird. But when I think of it rationally, what has the cross to do with Poles – atheists or Poles-other-believers, who are also patriots, what does it have to do with Poles-Catholics who are not patriots at all (I know the last one is in our country almost an oxymoron, but logically speaking quite possible)?
There are a few supportive opinions, though, like the one expressed by Krzysiek [POL]:
I support them. Poland is a Catholic country and we should protect our faith and show it somehow. If someone is unhappy, they should go to France where Catholics have practically nothing to say, and the majority of people believes in Islam.
This post has been originally written for and posted at Global Voices Online, here.
Posted in ACTIVISM, GLOBAL VOICES ONLINE POST | 1 Comment »

- Image by filtran via Flickr
November is my favourite month. This year – once again – it surprised me with few little miracles in my private life and to counterbalance – few new challenges in my more professional commitments.
Novembers can be very gloomy, provoking me to stay at home and hide under a warm blanket with a warm cup of Pu Erth. Which I intend to do as often as possible. I managed to kick off my marketing studies with readings and new passion for Economist, as well as few little books in between. I read ‘Trust Agents’ again, this time not really taking notes – just enjoying it as it is. I watched ‘Revolutionary Road‘, quite frankly identifying my last relationship with many of notions pictured in the film. I speared an evening on ‘the Reader’ (movie) too, and must admit that Auschwitz related topics still give me shivers…maybe it was not such a good idea for my dad to lie I was 10 when he took me there for the first time, I think he overestimated my emotional intelligence that day:/ Somehow I did not feel so bad after the book, I must say. And somehow the motive of guilt dominates more in the movie production, I have to say.
November means evenings with friends, and I am glad I could have them over and share the tender warmth of fireplace as opposed to out usually heavy conversations. I am also looking forward to this week’s guests – old university mate, and lovely GVers. It’s good to serve as host sometimes, after weeks of travelling here and there – I think the fall brings out the introvert in me…
November is my time to write, reach out for dusted journals and put down on paper all those thoughts that keep me awake at night or whisper in my ear at 5AM. It’s time to cherish written word, in my native language for a change. Time to look at the sentence and learn the new self. I think due to my childhood Catholic tradition I tend to spend autumn on meditating my yearly achievements to be able to move on to celebrating later, and making new plans over in January..maybe that’s it.
Whatever is the case – I am quiet, trying to relax as much as I can. And the new people in my life, even those who bring pink roses, are there to share those silences and to dig out the other side of me – the poet, the artist, the observer, the outsider in a way…the ghost I sometimes feel like in the crowd of the unkind.
It feels good.:)
Posted in FROM MY JOURNAL | Tagged Auschwitz concentration camp, Emotional intelligence, home, journal, Revolutionary Road | Leave a Comment »

- Image by jesuscm via Flickr
I met someone. I spent lovely time over a coffee, two. I realised how much time I spent ‘not talking’ about emotions. We meet every day and ask ‘how are you?’, ‘how is life?’, ‘had a nice weekend?’, but not really speak, and do not truly listen.
I miss Budapest tonight and I am very happy it’s November soon, my favourite month, will mean meeting a lot of my old friends again. I am happy there is few of us here, in the UK.
I miss talking about emotions.
Posted in FROM MY JOURNAL | Tagged Budapest, Communication, emotions, friends, Hungary, UK | Leave a Comment »
Interested? I hope so, because Climate Change might be a slogan you are tired off, it might be a remote problem of completely unknown faces or another activist story you are spammed with. However some of us do not realise that changes in climate affect entire planet and there is no way back. It is about you and if not you than your children will be affected!
We are talking about mutual understanding yes, but we are also talking about shared responsibility. Look around you and tell me what do you do for climate change?

- Image by sniggy via Flickr
Me? I tried to make a list:
- commuting to work,
- saving electricity while working in the evening (one little lamp is more than enough) and while heating the flat only when we are at home,
- washing once a week, all clothes at once,
-recycling,
-considering bying fair trade food and other items to support the countries who suffer the most,
-taking part in Global Voices mentoring project for Climate Change here.
Yes, in a way I feel better about myself, but also feel I am raising my voice in demand towards word leaders who are to meet in Copenhagen this December, because I am doing my bit, and I expect them to do theirs!
There is a lot happening on-line this fall and winter, and I suggest you make you mark in one of those projects too. Apart from today’s Blog Action Day there are few major projects like 350, tcktcktck, Vote Earth, Seal the Deal, Beyond Talk, Think About It, NY Post and Hopenhagen. All those sites have plenty of information on what climate change is about, why your voice is needed and how you can make it heard. There are plenty of organisations out there, like Oxfam, Greenpeace, DigiActive, Avaaz and social media platforms where thousands of world citizens make their mark to express their opinion about how the world leaders are expected to do. As always, every single word matters. Only via Blog Action Day there are 10, 000 bloggers ONLY today posting about this crucial issue, so I urge you to join. To see examples of posts go here.
Why? Simply because I want to show my son what we have done, from home, from our own pc’s, and close down the computer suggesting a walk in a nice and friendly world outside. World which is OURS and WE are here to decide wow it’s going to look like in 5, 10, 15, 50 years time.
And so we can switch the TV on and see happier stories than this one:
Posted in ACTIVISM | Tagged ACTIVISM, BAD09, Blog Action Day, Climate change, Copenhagen, Earth, Environment, Greenpeace, Oxfam | 1 Comment »

- Image by D.Munoz-Santos via Flickr
Love is tricky. Love can be very empowering. Love can also be very dangerous.
Yet, when it happens we are helpless. When it doesn’t we behave like fools.
I have no words to explain how I feel today. This one will be rather tricky….yesterday I was one step from fulfilling one of the dreams of my life. I was prepared it’s a dream, so might stay outside of my reality. I was also prepared to live it. As were my landlords, my friends, some of my colleagues, my son, even my parents! Once in my lifetime I really, really, really wanted something that would make me very happy and I had all the support I needed to cope with both gratitude of getting it as well as pain of the failure. All this support made me realise life is not about achievements but the life we share, respect and understanding.
There was also something else. Another dimension of my life, pretty unsuccessful. A paradox, since I am a linguist. I do not know how to communicate with men! Simple as that. There were only few important men in my life, most of whom stayed my friends even though we had a lot of pain on the way. But I think there might be only one who understood me truly, and he knows he still does. He is my soul mate.
But there were others. Most of my partners in the past claimed a lot of ownership over who I am and very often one of us had to step out and say – it’s too much. There were different types of love – intellectual, spiritual, physical, platonic, crazy and dangerous, painful…And I got tired. I met my ex husband whom I gave all my life, body, soul, art, and of course commitment. Something went wrong, as he proved to be a criminal and treated me as his garbage can, including kicking it. I took a rather brave step to stop it and so I broke free..from lies really. Sadly, by some, I am still perceived as a victim. Happily for me, experience has shaped me into a rather flexible, questioning, slightly distrustful but optimist person. I have learned the best of it, made the most of it in my daily life, actually build on it.
Met someone new. A perfect guy – really! Who would give me expensive presents, spend hours, days babysitting my son, travel hours to see me, and talk only about my troubles (not sure if putting aside his was a smart tactics). I decided to fight all my fears, worries and despite of myself, build something new…but I did it all on my own. I fell in love. I was left with it. I fell in love again and promised myself I will not do it again. I broke that promise too! My son fell in love with him. It all looked perfect on outside. I have never ever questioned my believes and my emotions like with that person. It did not work due to the lack of common understanding and maybe a little spark. I went to Cairo and saw the desert. I realised it was my heart!
Terrified I turned away, and decided to be on my own for a while. But person I was with fought for me, was still around – which my empty heart found rather painful as I needed peace…
And just then life faced me with a man who was a mirror of myself – broken, put himself back to normal again, stronger form his weaknesses – complicated in the same way as me. A man who smiled and I melted. A man whose absence made my bones ache…even though he did not touch me a single time…maybe once simply studying my tattoo, nothing more…magic! A man, who had so many women in his life I simply did not fit in, so I decided I have no power to continue with it. I decided to stop loving, chose rather practical approach. Earlier I did not know you can decide to stop loving, but now I know you can, at least to a certain extend.
The previous man was still fighting for me. A friend convinced me I made wrong judgements. I agreed. Tried again. Failed again. Completely lost it all. Asked for silence.
And yesterday, just when I was living my victory over the failure, I received another note with gesture to help. A message starting with ‘I do not think I have to tell you how I feel…’. A message with a lot of I’s, but not a single question. A message stating his life is full of wrong signs and that we we stronger together. All my thoughts turned into the blindness of it, lack of respect towards what I feel…some kind of ownership over my life…I cried, I could not sleep, I cried…
Today again I was asked to meet him as a friend, to talk, to sort out my life, but with the letter written in my head – plenty of hours to get rid of sadness – I had to go back and almost snap. Brake the strange wall of complete lack of understanding. And of course, end up being educated that I will be happy in a relationship is once I stop thinking of myself. Why is it that when we do not get what we want we throw into others face all the presents, commitments and support? It completely looses it’s meaning as help – as it becomes conditional! We all commit – time, support, trust – we give just as much as we take. But very often, and trust me – it does not happen to me for the first time – we want to take it back! How foolish! I feel I have wasted two years of my life, and I so didn’t want to feel this way…
It’s true. When it comes to relationships with men, I am an egoist. I think of how happy it makes me, how much I want to be with the other person. I FEEL I want to be with the other person, against all odds! I do admit it and I do put my happiness as measurement of quality of my relationship with a man! I do not measure love only in commitment, I am sorry. I measure it in the moments when I feel we are one. That, I think, is the most cruel and true state of my heart!
I am upset when men do not ask me right questions. I am upset when I do not get flowers. I am upset when I do not hear words every single day, because I am a poet, I live the power of words. I am upset if acts are not followed up by words, and vice versa. I am upset when I need to explain things that are obvious for me.
I feel happy, when I look into someone’s eyes and all the crucial elements of my and his existence are there….I know how much I can commit for someone whom I love, I have been there. The question is – whom do I choose to do it for?
I am so damn sad that all this lack of understanding causes pain – to him, and sadness – to me. I feel belittled, very small today, actually. And I know this experience, this road is shaping me. Something inside of me whispers that this is not good enough.
And thus I will mourn a bit. I will keep on walking, more carefully maybe, until I come across right person, right time, right place…for the price of not getting there at all. Maybe one day another dream of mine will come truth: I will sit down with Walker on one bench and look in one direction for a moment, silently, just before he smiles and…before I fly away again;)
It’s all about honesty and pride. I am sorry, I am a very proud person and I hope that there is more women out there who do not compromise and arrive to their destinations with dignity. Sometimes even for the cost of being called a ‘bitch’. Regardless of what others say, stay strong in your weaknesses!
Posted in FROM MY JOURNAL | Tagged Flower | 5 Comments »



![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=8568f49e-0130-4083-83cc-c5f2ecc07253)

I know how I want those graphs to change, and as I am rethinking my blog strategy, and generally social media presence they all come quite handy. I think this and similar tools are great to give us quick view on what our social media landscape is. The more the better!;)![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=ebda7fa1-f325-437b-afd6-f881b3786613)

![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=14642edf-640b-4767-882c-575e8de739b1)

![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=04f2cff1-13ac-47b6-90da-1b93363189b5)
![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=58762c24-7d38-4266-9184-da55d9e21564)
yesterday…
and today!:)


![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=c607a882-5c3e-4148-a44d-96eddae88f03)


![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=aa9621c3-d131-434f-9a82-7f8d957d4908)
![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=519cb5fc-894f-4438-b657-8620114b2903)
![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=196ab088-5c33-4470-a5d4-b37714b5202a)


![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=ccb3ae92-d5a1-4f09-a074-4eee5350d88e)
![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=eced5a2a-253c-40ac-9297-8717e3b6b115)
![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=9b17b88a-3465-4bd3-9174-2d2863533252)
![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=6ba7352e-ecc2-4522-947c-63679e1af871)


























