That Europe thing with the songs

Don’t go running away! I guess my fellow Europeans already know what this will be about. But remember the last time we talked about this? It wasn’t all that bad at all!
It’s true, I want to write another post on the Eurovision Song Contest. I didn’t expect all too much of it, because last year it was extremely boring. Everyone had the same song and a similar ‘singer’. This year though, there was much more variety. Good thing number one. Of course there were still a lot of songs that were not good, and some that I didn’t like at all though others liked them. Next to those there were actually some songs that had something that made me want to write this post.

And honestly, did I ever post about bad music?

Of course you all know the bearded woman has won. Conchita is in fact a guy, the long hair is a wig. Many people claim that she’s just won because of the beard, though you have to admit she’s got a great voice. This was a Bond song, it seemed. And if you watch the video (after all you can’t not include the winner!), then watch the background! At a certain moment there are these flames that move like wings and it makes her seem like a real phoenix. That’s very well done. Overall it was a good show, with a glamorous feeling. Was it the best song? Well, that just depends on your taste. I do think though that we shouldn’t pay so much attention to a beard…

 

The song that got second place, is Calm after the storm from the Netherlands. Now this was a good one! A simple background, simple clothing, simple setting. Between all the laserlights and crying this was so peaceful. Next to that the female singer has an interesting expression, and you can see how much they’re enjoying themselves. That’s so nice to see. They are genuinely liking what they are doing. Europe did like it a lot, because for such a country it got a lot of points. And while we, Belgium, weren’t selected, suddenly we became a part of the Netherlands. One of our commentators literally said ‘we’ve got 12 points’ or something along these lines. That’s probably the only time this will ever happen!

 

There was also a song with meaning, from Hungary, called Running. At first I though ‘this is just the regular please-tear-upsong’. And then the dancers started to dance. As you can figure out I completely fell for it. They really depict what he’s singing about, and especially that last move, where he protects the girl, got me. Sometimes I’m like the princess who wants a brave knight to save her from the dragon, you know. We don’t often have a song that’s not about love in this contest, so it was very special in it’s very own way. Apparently it was based on a true story as well. I kind of liked it.

 

Of course there were other songs that caught my eye, but these three are especially worth mentioning- whether because it was the winner or because it was a good show. Either way, feel free to share your favourite song in this contest!

Life Choice # 4: Mountains or Beach?

We’re all craving for a little bit of vacation and leaving our  own dull country that’s either too hot or too cold, right? I feel like I’ve got more than enough time, but unfortunately too little money to explore the world. I do like traveling a whole lot though. A few weeks ago, I leaned out of a window, it had just rained, and I smelt Austria. Something nostalgic inside me began to ache and long to return. We’ve been to Austria for five years. I mean, one week every year, a different place every time. We always went to all-in hotels, but I was too young to really take advantage of that at the time… There’s not so much to do over there, we were always walking. We crossed forests and bridges and small little mountain rivers. Somehow, the weather was always nice. Rain during the night, which left the world fresh and with a nice scent, and sun during the day. But never so hot you feel like you’re breathing rocks.
We saw sheep, donkeys, cows and squirrels. Nothing exotic, but still. Once I even fed a squirrel, he quickly took a nut from my hand. It was probably one of the most exciting things happening during these holidays. Next to what happened in the hotel. It always felt like we were one big family, though we didn’t speak to anyone or just a few people. Still, the faces were familiar. Somehow you just know the people, and if they leave, you’re sad. The ‘new’ people are never as familiar as the old ones. They’re invaders. Only a little bit, but still. And yes, we were aware of the fact that we had been new people as well. Sometimes, we even gave them names. Or got a crush. But that was just embarrassing, when it happened. So let’s not talk about that.

Austria

Green peace, literally, small villages, great mountains.

So these holidays were just fresh air, walking around in the mountains and going to the hotel bar without having to pay every single time. O, and don’t forget the cake at 4. And the swimming pool. Nothing spectacular happened, but that was okay. It was like living in our own small world which we shared with cows and sheep.

On my last Polish oral exam, the teacher asked me whether I’d on go vacation to the mountains or to the beach. The choice was easily made. Mountains can be really impressive, they can make you feel so small, and if you’re lucky you even find something like the Liechtensteinklamm. While lying down on the beach, just tanning… Nah, that’s way too boring. Besides, I can’t stand staying in the sun for too long. But of course, I didn’t manage to actually say all of this.

Now, what would you choose? Any good memories supporting your arguments? Are you going on a vacation this year?

Dear snow…

First of all, I have to admit I yelled at you, I’ve been angry as hell, cursing and swearing… But understand that you can cause some serious problems and fear. I don’t like falling, but you could have made me do so. That’s why I walk sometimes when you appear. Forgive me for watching you with my most deadly eyes. Because you just made my holiday.

Let me explain. Though you’ve haunted us for two days, you were there, and that quite saved our holiday. University only gives us pathetic beggars seven days to recover from the exhausting hell we’ve been in. Seven days for us hungry dogs to wipe away the memories of stress, frustration, boredom. What’s better to forget everything than running away from everything you know? Leaving it behind for a week. Just to forget and let go and to breathe the freshest air in months.

We ran to the hills. And there were you, extremely white and present (you haven’t left us a single day – only for a few hours). And o dear lord, that feeling, after four long years, of standing on top of a mountain, ready to set off, into the deep. You lay white and lazy in front of us. Dear, dear snow, how on earth could I ever dislike the feeling of speeding down, avoiding piles of snow, avoiding other people, staying upright? After all those years I still don’t know why I like this so much. I tried to figure it out, but you can’t while going down a ski slope. You can’t think of anything. It’s just snow and air and a lift every now and then. Exactly what I needed.

Ahhh, I feel like I haven’t been a part of the ‘real’ world during this week. No internet, no friends, no school. My mind is like a freshly prepared ski slope. In my head I’m still speeding down, I’m still in our cute hotel enjoying great food, I’m still in the ski bus, watching the people I get attached to though I haven’t spoken a single word with them.

Dearest snow, you were great. Now please leave Belgium again – it’s time for some bike riding once more and I still fear falling…