Trieste, Italy – Plan C | City by the sea bordering Slovenia and Croatia

I purchased the 9 € German countrywide regional train ticket (which I found out about in Portugal), using it the last day it was available – August 31st. Traveling with a backpack on my back, another on my chest, pulling a bag on wheels (with another canvas bag balanced on it in which my sleeping bag was obscured) with my left hand and walking my bicycle with the right hand. I wound up having to make about 8 regional train exchanges (then another Euro train, and another Italian train), rushing and successfully getting to the next platform at each station (with the help of a German student (about to study about sharks in Rostock to inform people that they are not dangerous creatures) twice and another time by an Iranian women (living in Norway coming to visit her Iranian boyfriend in Munich) with literally no minutes to spare. I stood most of the day next to my bicycle and luggage, to the border of Austria – Kufstein – then opting to go further to Innsbruck. 

The print out of the German regional trains to Kufstein, then to Innsbruck

My bicycle loaded on top among 5 other bikes on this particular train

standing room only on the train packed with bikes

In Innsbruck, I had to wait till the next morning to book a train to Verona, where I bought a beer to go as the bar was closing, then met and hung out with 3 young Ukrainian guys, smart and fun. One a pro (or amateur) tennis player. Then slept outside in an inner courtyard (where we had hung out and I went back to after we parted) because it was a 2nd hinterhof. 

Austria

From train through Austria

Austria from train

Austria from train

Austria

Brenner Base tunnel is being built for the highway to go underground through Austria

There were a lot of communicative people during more standing room only on this Euro line, where a lawyer and priest informed me that most of these seats were reserved, which is why myself and a handful of others were standing. This was a pleasant ride with lots of conversations. The lawyer/priest informed me that a tunnel is being built for the highway, to transport trucks more efficiently and reduce pollution.

I booked the morning train to Verona, deciding to spend more € for the  European Rail train ~ and it turned out the regional trains were not operating, people were instead transported by bus, in which case I would have been stuck with a train ticket and no capability of bringing my bicycle.

I then arrived in Verona, deciding to stay there rather than zipping by, because of the mentioned architecture and roman amphitheater. Oh my gosh, I was just purchasing my second cappuccino here at this hostel in Trieste, Italy (several days after leaving Verona), when a young guy asks me, did you ever find a place to sleep that night in Verona? It took me a half a minute. Verona? Sleep? How, what? Oh yeah, this was the only person who was a witness, coming up the 4 flights of stairs to the entry way to a hostel that had very little presence and no pleasant ambience, with one man there, a rude guy who was almost ushering me out after showing him that indeed I had paid for the room via booking dot com, but it hadn’t registered on his end. This guy, Sergie (Irish guy with Spanish father) moments ago here in Trieste, is on a similar trajectory from Verona, passing through Trieste on his way to Slovenia. 

The first hostel ‘Safestay Lisbon’ was fantastic, and this hostel in Trieste, equally fantastic with a great location, 24/7 staff, luggage room, bar, events, courtyard, pleasant and helpful staff ‘Hotello Hostel’ in Trieste.

So I had to think a bit, to remember that night, where an elderly native Triestian woman whose path I crossed twice trying to get to this hostel (who helped me to get there asking a young guy and then using her bus pass and telling the driver where to let me off before stepping off the bus). All the other hostels were booked and this was the last option. After sitting outside in their grass to eat the first time in 24 hours, and considering camping in their tiny yard obscured, until my cover was blown by a woman and her dog talking to me and a pock-faced man leaning out the window saying in Italian i can’t sleep there ( my sleeping bag already unrolled), I walked back to the center, energized. 

I decided to walk the other way from fountains in the plaza before the train station. The wheels were weighted down from the luggage bulk. I was half way dragging it. Left the bicycle locked before the station among other bicycles. Decided against the first grassy park, too exposed (human predators). Asked, an old man who pointed and said, hotel that way. Certainly not one I could afford. Walked through a gated off area, then turned around when I saw a path, where surely more people would be coming from that area and see me and my luggage clearly. I was going to cross the street to a raised patch of grasses, and opted to walk through an archway to find a better place to cross the busy street. Turns out this was in fact part of the building of the luxurious hotel. 

I spotted a wild cat jumping up onto a wall and this strip of green beyond it. The cat is the one who showed me the safe and more obscured place to lay down my sleeping bag. I can’t believe that this young man Sergie from Ireland moments ago asked me where I slept that night in Verona. Crazy the path of travelers, sometimes intercepting one another at hostels. 

I don’t even know the name of the luxury hotel that hosted my green strip, but was glad that it did. I woke up to a slight drizzle, that never became rain, must have been a passing cloud. Then in the morning, two women walking by as I was sitting up, one lifting her arm to admire her fancy new handbag, surely an expensive brand…I laughed at the juxtaposition.

my sleeping space on the property of a luxury hotel in Verona

A wild cat jumping into this space showed me the way

Energized with sleep, I felt compelled to walk with the luggage to the old town of Verona to see the highlights of the town, and managed to do it.

Verona Italy – Roman Coliseum, Juliet’s balcony of Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet

I have two video vignettes in which a very fatigued and blood-shot eyed Carol describes the voracious appetites of Italians for fashion. The street leading from the Roman amphitheater/ coliseum

Roman Coliseum

to the famous balcony of Juliet, in Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet,

Juliet’s Balcony

La Casa di Giulietta

is lined with classy, expensive boutiques.

Found a café to plug in my iPad, with fabulous pizza.

heart-shaped pizza

One-man show – chef and waiter

Chef showed me his particular ingredient to make the dough

This was the pizza restaurant’s bathroom – water hose instead of toilet paper

Then as I was arriving on the train to Trieste, an Italian woman sitting adjacent to me looked up on her phone the name and address of a hostel I had recognized from my search in Verona, but hadn’t yet booked. I walked there from the train station and there were VACANCIES. i purchased a cheap tiny padlock from the hostel (which the key didn’t open the 2nd time, and now have waited over the weekend after not being able to open it for a day and a half) to go buy a properly functioning padlock). Yes, more days wearing the same clothes…fine. There’s a more than adequately large  storage locker under my bed. I’ve instead been riding around the waterfront and downtown and attending the Maker’s Faire (science and technology interactive event), I went riding off in the fading dusk on my bicycle Friday evening, musicians everywhere, realizing how incredibly beautiful this city is, bordering Croatia and Slovenia.

Approaching Triest by train

Trieste, Italy bordering Slovenia and Croatia

Finally have accommodations. Bicycled across the waterfront to buy beer at LIDL packed with parked, rocking sail boats, and found a fantastic and humorous swing band about to start, decided to stay outside . This place was soon packed with locals, some great swing dancers on the dance floor where I stayed all night smiling, finding the town unbelievably beautiful. I believe I chose this town not only because it’s by water, but because the 19 years i lived in San Francisco, i ritually went to Café Trieste in the Italian district.

Trieste Italy- city by the sea bordering Slovenia and Croatia

The first day waking up at the hostel I met an Italian woman Francesca in my same room after waking up. She informed me about this Maker’s Faire (science and technology mainstream event), happening that day and the next. Open to the public and free. I went, feeling super excited and relieved. Very much on the same page, she informed me about many things (she has her own creative coop workspace in Firenze Florence).

She also informed me about Franco Basaglia, a leader in also a labor movement. There was going to be a manifestation/demonstration that day, Saturday September 3, by people in Trieste protesting the approaching abrupt closing of a factory producing engines for ships (I believe). 

I learned yesterday as I talked to more people (which I do regularly, approaching people and conversing with strangers, rather than walking around looking down at a phone), conversing with two Austrian couples where I had stopped to dance to a band the second night (1st person dancing alone before the stage which then became a crowded dance floor) after dancing with an Austrian man. I learned that Trieste had been a part of Austria, the Austrian Hungarian empire. One of the men mentioned the empire in which the sun never sets. I learned of the Hapsburg dynasty from the movie Dr. Zhivago.

The former Austria Hungarian Empire

I’ve been researching several new possibilities about extending a stay here in Trieste, Italy. I attended more hours of the Maker’s Faire, after spending hours writing and researching VISA related stuff, since a human being is not allowed to merely exist on the planet, but has to heed the demands of borders and national regions, something non-existent within the earth itself.   I learned of the School of music in Trieste – Tartini Conservatory of Music – talking to a guy in his booth, as I listened to the explanation of his design, took notes and learned of this school of specifically ELECTRONIC music. I have also spent years developing this craft, rather than having babies, with two different programs;  Propellerhead Reason making beats piggybacked onto Ableton Live. I spoke with one of the scientists in the ICTP (International center for Theoretical Physics) tent, to find out about who to contact for an informational interview. Could be the physicists need someone with creative and writing skills to communicate what they work on to the public. I may be able to finagle a way to extend a VISA by virtue of studying Italian and music, and working here. Always looking at options and alternatives – of which Berlin does not fade into the background – but remains a viable alternative ~ more is happening there. I like Europe, because there are places everywhere to hang out in public and sit, stand, dance, listen to music and basically watch and interact with people or watch sunsets….catering to quality of life and interaction, rather than insulated in their own cars and nose to the grindstone, with the sole emphasis of making more money to buy more things. The USA has exported that poison. However, I guess various cultures (particularly Italy) embrace style and fashion as a high priority and status symbol. I’m super turned off by it. And feel sad to see people of poorer countries try so hard to wear the cool shoes or sport the handbag, thinking that this is ‘making it’ and making them more desirable. I dance and interact with smiles and conversation, rather than material acquisition, as the main emphasis and focus in life.

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Letter to my Sister Joan | “I’M IN” British Referendum to Join EU | Trump: Fascism arrives in Amerika | Prince Ea Future Generations Sorry | ww right wing political responses prey on fear and xenophobia…forgetting history of colonialism and capitalistic expansion

I just had a FaceTime conversation yesterday with my sister (8 hours ahead in time) in England. Because of my sister Joan’s intelligence and sensitivity, we always have had interesting conversations about an extensive number of topics through the years. In this conversation, many different subjects came up. She and her husband live in York, England, ‘whitey white’ as she calls it. Living in England the past 5+ years – not in London where the metropolitan nature tends to be more tolerant and progressive – but in smaller towns mostly in Yorkshire, she’s seen the inbred, territorial bigotry of Englanders’. Where not only does the intolerance speak out against rivaling neighboring townships, but also occasional negative remarks regarding ‘Yanks’ = MerKons (that’s my condescending label for Americans who display similar racism), and ‘Paki’s’ = Pakistani people whose labor keeps Great Britain running, just as Mexicans are omnipresent within the United States labor force; in kitchens and various other under-payed positions. They do the jobs Americans don’t want to do.

I’M IN button in Great Britain regarding the referendum to join the European Union

Our conversation started as she held up a button to my view, which she had had pinned on her shirt, which because of its political and specifically economic implications, those in her group were vehemently opposed to. She mentioned that the number of Polish immigrants in England is one of the contentious issues. For those against Great Britain joining the EU, their reasoning is that immigrants will take their jobs. It’s however mostly an excuse, masking their bigoted and xenophobic response; besides taking our jobs, refugees may taint our race (uh, destroy the purity of whiteness). Sound familiar? I’m not alluding to the Holocaust, but of the frightening prospect of the right wing parties popping up all over the West. We’ll get to that in a minute.

My sister was ‘not allowed’ to join the group which she’s been attending, because of her refusal to withdraw her show of support for the Great Britain referendum to join the European Union, by taking off the ‘I’M IN‘ button pinned on her blouse. It’s sort of a holistic therapy group; all about using tools such as meditation and the arts and therapy to develop one’s awareness and healing. It was ironically this group who cast her out, because of their intolerance and fear.

Here’s some info about the referendum and the split it’s gouging among English citizens, which is informative for those of us not directly involved in their politics.
The UK’s EU referendum: All you need to know. Among the information in there was this, started in Belgium:

What does Brexit mean?
It is a word that has become used as a shorthand way of saying the UK leaving the EU – merging the words Britain and exit to get Brexit, in a same way as a Greek exit from the EU was dubbed Grexit in the past.

I found this article written in the Guardian by Oliver Imhof, “Why I’ll leave the UK if Britain votes no to Europe”. “As a German living in London, I love the flexibility of life here, if not the food. But I won’t live in a country that turns its back on the postwar consensus of solidarity and human rights.”

Joan points out that for the most part people don’t want more Polish immigrants to take their jobs. She has a local story about Polish workers kicked off of their jobs in the fields, which then the British ultimately didn’t want to do themselves. Her point stating that the Brits, rather than isolating themselves, should be more transparent and resilient, open-minded & open-armed to the current worldwide refugee crisis. As one of the Western powers who, uh hum, propagated the policy of bringing immigrant workers into their country in the first place, to do the low-paying, shitty jobs – through slavery and brining in workers from the countries they subjugated. Currently this subject has struck a nerve, all over the Western world as revealed in their politics. Yet the country forgets its own history, of colonial expansion as a super power at that time, for their own economic gain. Same as the trend of American and other multi-national corporations to downsize and outsource their jobs; setting up shop in remote parts of the world to obtain labor at slave wages and pollute those areas that are out of one’s own back yard.

In the meantime, I came up with this Guardian article,
“Polish migrants to strike and give blood to demonstrate importance to UK”

My sister mentioned that locally someone wanted to – and succeeded – in kicking some Polish people out of their jobs in local farms…and then no Brits wanted to do the work. Point is, if in this case the British people don’t want the Polish, Pakistani, Indian immigrants or Syrian refugees….they wouldn’t have much of a rich and diverse culture now would they?

She asked me, “Do you know how many Polish people are in Britain?” dunno, well, – now wait a minute – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poles_in_the_United_Kingdom ‘bout a million.

Because my sister and her British husband go regularly to France, the topic of the violence among football hooligans in Marseille came up. Deaths occurred there at a soccer match between the French and the Brits. While talking, I googled and sure enough, found these headlines: http://www.standard.co.uk/news/world/euro-2016-violence-running-battles-as-violence-breaks-out-in-marseille-while-england-fans-chant-isis-a3268166.html
“Euro 2016: Violence breaks out in Marseille as England fans chant ‘Isis, where are you?”

Fans Clash in Marseille – Brit Football Hooligans shouting racist remarks in France

We talked about this with distaste, then she mentioned that that same day, she had been accused of being a Yank in a pub, and harassed for it. The lofty talk of Britain not wanting more Polish people to come into their country, or any other immigrants or refugees for that matter, lead her to mention this, sort of regurgitating what reasons lie behind these voices that are opposed to this, which demonstrate their violence and racism.

She then asked me pointedly, “How many refugees do you think there are in the world today?” to which

I answered, uh, 8 million? “No”, she answered, “60 Million S I X T Y M I L L I O N.”

I offered the information that many of the refugees are fleeing their countries because of either ecological / climate issues or economic ones, or war… all direct and indirect repercussions of the business and commerce activities of the Western world; i.e. EXON Mobile, Shell Oil….I immediately googled that one while we conversed, and there it was on the Atlantic (formerly Atlantic Monthly), “Violence Has Forced 60 Million People From Their Homes”

Joan mentioned that if each town would take in say 500 or 5,000 people -respective to their population – the worldwide problem could be mitigated and assuaged. I added that if the EU and UN would work together to investigate communities and their geographical conditions, to find locations to set up research and development for appropriate renewable technologies, and then assign and relocate people into communities. Rather than all of the deaths, these people who are fleeing problems that are impacted by the West, and relocated in a civilized manner.

The western world could facilitate helping refugees to integrate into jobs serving all of mankind; healthier environment, healthier relationship with all life, healthier relationship with one’s own immediate community. And all of the deaths that we hear about and then look away from, due to the black market of refugee trafficking, would end.

Basically, if it was you’re dad, brother, mother, child, uncle that was trying to flee, you would want this operation to be legal and facilitated with regulations and hospitable treatment.

It’s a world crisis that is a direct result of activities of the ‘Global North’; the northern hemisphere of superpowers that perpetuate activities that consistently harm the environment, think about only short-term gain instead of long-term consequences and continue to drive a wedge of ‘economic rifts’ by keeping things in the status quo; profit driven by greed.

This will change, it already has been.

Because of his eloquence and all-encompassing message, I need to place this here> Prince Ea’s music video rap which poignantly says it like it is.”
Prince Ea speaks to Future Generations: Sorry“, describing what a future generation may come across, when the Amazon Rain Forest becomes the Amazon desert…or when a tree is a thing of the past. He then stops himself mid beats to beckon the audience that it is not too late, if we all resolve to do something.

Prince Ea Music Video Dear Future Generations Sorry

Naturally, our conversation lead to discussing the present political scenario. “Do you know that Trump could become President?” she said, accusatorially. We talked about the frightening thought of a bigot and zealot entering the White House after the graceful and articulate Barack Obama is ushered out. I mentioned the fact that there’s been a wave of right-wing parties propagating in Europe; bringing up the example of how the Netherlands which formally had been heralded for their open-minded nature – a country who historically have had open arms to immigrants and a very accepting and tolerant nature, have now rebounded towards closing their doors. In 2004, the Dutch filmmaker Theo van Gogh (a distant relative of Vincent Van Gogh) was killed by a Muslim extremist. Shot dead – his freedom of speech and art the reason for exterminating his life, because the shooter had interpreted van Gogh actions as an insult to his religion. Dutch citizens have since collapsed their openness and are up there among the most fearful in Europe with their anti-refugee stance. Joan brought up Marie Le Pen in France. I had recently heard that Austria just had a quasi facist right-wing political party enter the scene (which either threatened to, or have come into power). Sorry, no time presently to look up all the sordid details of the various different European government political systems. Just that it’s a fact that there’s been a sweep of right wing zealots all over Europe, capitalizing (pun intended) on the public’s fear of economic instability and xenophobia. I went to the news source in English for Le Monde Diplomatique, Mondediplio, and there in this issue is an article by one of their regular writer’s “Why the far right is on the rise” by Serge Halimi. His first line of the article answered my mention of the recent Austrian election, “Before long a domino is going to fall: a far-right candidate failed to become president of Austria by just 30,000 votes.”

In the American political race, Trump is a man who is a joke and buffoon to many. Yet, he’s been getting huge amounts of free advertising and air time, because of the fact that he’s so outrageous. In fact, his absurdity and complete lack of morality and diplomacy, is actually serving as his tactic. He reaches his audience through the lowest common denominator; machismo, speaking to peoples anger, and playing upon their fear and insecurity. He’s already been well-versed in illusion in the arena of television, a stage he’s been very familiar with and knows how to play his part well. He can draw audiences and ratings because of how politically incorrect he his, nothing barred, says whatever he feels and the more inane and the more he taunts, the more amusing he is to his audience. Like regalia to adorn his stage, his wife and daughter are eye candy accoutrements to smile and wave. Having hammed up his tv personality, he knows how to rip out ugly statements that are dramatic in their shock appeal.Somehow, Americans are either dumb and dumber or so conned that they don’t see through his lies, or realize that he’s playing a ‘reality tv’ sitcom comedy called “running for president”, without any capability whatsoever of diplomacy, empathy or strength as a leader whose actions could inspire the world. He’s a con artist who dares to say what he thinks – which i guess is the reason that many people praise him for being real. Perhaps this is because many people cower about saying what they truly think, and therefore look up to someone who does because they don’t want to take the risk or are too lazy to bother to look up the facts to see if what he is saying is actually accurate. In fact, much of it is false, and somehow people are getting snowed, blinded by his bravado. This brazen man, by his uncouth statements with hatred and scapegoating etched into his sarcasm, could easily uncoil into the makings of a tyrant; his overblown ego and harsh statements and emotional instability are the makings of another Hitler. I believe that people prefer to believe what they want to hear. So instead of a gracious and educated, genuinely diplomatic and eloquent Barack Obama, here’s this sarcastic prankster who is all smoke and mirrors. I just happened upon this article on a German friend’s Facebook page, who is one of many people who pay attention to what is happening all over the world, as opposed to having their heads buried in the sand…although that may be what he’s doing right now on a vacation with his wife in the white sands of the Maldives. This article in The Washington Post articulates exactly what I was saying. uh hum. This is how fascism comes to America

I mentioned an article I just read about how emotionally unstable and narcissistic Trump is, the current Republican nominee for President in the USA. Yet I also adamantly responded with a no, he will not become president, because of the eloquent words of a consciously aware and articulate woman whose short but intense youtube talk revealed. I’m not typically aligned with the typical psychic, but this woman is simply an articulate and intelligent person speaking the truth. Psychic and Medium Danielle Egnew sayin’ “2016 Psychic Presidential Prediction – You may be shocked!”

-.-.-.-.-.-.- Here’s the actual letter I wrote to her following our conversation, with only a wee portion of it censored!

subject: You have special gifts to share with the world – yes, ‘I’M IN’

Hi Joan,

i’m so happy that I looked at the clock and decided to try you on FaceTime. It sounds like you are going through so many different feelings right now between Carole Anne whom you just befriended nearing her death, the incident in the pub, the fact that you couldn’t go on your vacation with Graeme and then not being allowed in – because you stood up for yourself and your right to freedom of speech and choice.

You also have had many fortunate things woven within these stories, but presently the more hurtful ones are screaming out. I’m so happy to talk with you. we have always been communicative through all of the years of growing up and you working at CBS so that we talked so frequently sharing many things. I’m glad to still share this with you and have always learned and expanded my awareness through your insights and intelligent looks at the world.

You can feel like an underdog and feel resentment…I have basic misanthropy because i’m often mostly disgusted with what humans have done to the world…however, WE ARE THE PEOPLE WHO NEED TO MAKE OUR VOICES HEARD.

It is not just for you or my own egos, it is because the world, many many people are either completely unaware, ignorant, stupid or just conned through habit and their lifestyles (kids, economics) to not have or make the time to reflect and contemplate about the actual things happening in the world. therefore we need to speak out.

you have the intellect, insights, wit, sarcasm and you can start writing (4 minutes a day) the notes towards a comedy/satirical podcast about these things, and then edit them and put together a 4 minute/5 minute piece about the hypocracies. you could make it funny as hell. for example, the I’M IN button, and the fact that you were ostracized from a fucking health and well-being therapy group for speaking your mind! that’s a joke as a start!

I love you. I worked on music, then realized, oh shit, this really, is not working, so I started yesterday to bit by bit repair it – creating loops that are 1. the same length, listening carefully to the beats to match them, cutting out stuff that is unnecessary…and sure enough, I’m learning through the process of doing it. Instead of shrinking in embarrassment for what i put out, i’ll fix it and show the tremendous improvement and that process alone makes me proud. I have been way too much of a perfectionist all my life, which stopped me from even beginning often. well, not really, but it’s not going to throttle me any more. I read two weeks ago about a kid here who’s made a big success; 1. his parents taught him to never, ever be afraid of failure, because that is how you learn. 2. his father drilled into him a quote the gist of which is that he who hesitates, could wind up dying before they get their masterpiece out there!!!! don’t hesitate, just dive in.

Well, you’ve always dived into things, you’re not timid about that. I just say to remind you as well as mother, to be thankful and have gratitude for all of the positive things that you can list. There are many. 1. the fact that there in the most potentially miserable 2 weeks of your life in the hospital, there you met Carole Anne, who befriended you, with whom you bantered, and with whom you gained trust, sympathy and a bond, so that she gave you this beautiful ring to always, always have her close to your heart.

Think if you can, about how lucky you are for having the fucking brain, insights and perspective that you have, so that you can laugh at these poor hooligan close-minded Brits and make a joke about how pathetic they are!!! and remember that you were having a pleasant exchange with nice reciprocation with the other people in the bar.

it is very easy to hone into and only exaggerate the negative, like when a person has a wound, it is that which nags and raises itself to one’s consciousness above everything else. But do something with these wounds, with this awareness Joan, to help to heal the world.

Yeah, and it is devastating that Mother couldn’t be in her own home – i even think that when one MUST walk and MUST move around more, they DO. Anyway, I would have had her living with a Guatemalan sister and brother who fled as children refugees into the United States, who are by nature family oriented and loyal. They could get basic healthcare training, and because mother speaks Spanish, she would love the company….but this is no longer the case. We can encourage the new girl to take her out for a walk and to perhaps drive her around to be in the vicinity of trees, woods, to hear birds, see sunlight moving. She will be there for a long block of time, 2x a week, so I’m sure she could have authority and time to do this.

Hang in there and put that energy into bit by bit creating a skit! or new designs! You are very creative and have special gifts to share with the world Joan.

Love,

Carol

Carol Keiter the blogger pensive

Appropriate photo following yet another mass shooting last evening in Orlando, Florida in the United States; slaughtering 50 people because of hatred.

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