I think I found these somewhere on the cemetery.
I think I found these somewhere on the cemetery.
Living among the farmers, there is always a tractor somewhere
We have so many bridges across the river, but one is exclusive for the trains
Not sure what it is, but you can drive it.
Has technology affected your ability to communicate with other people? If so, to what extent, and are there any examples of when it affected you for better or worse?
Of course it has. Perhaps it is an age question and the life’s experiences you gather that you use the social connections to your advantage. My facebook presence is limited to a few comments I might make to various other comments, but I do not write myself very much. Admittedly my WordPress site arrives through cross posting on my community site in Facebook, but not on the general soap site.
I am surprised how many arguments and revenge symptoms appear on facebook. My facebook is there because I have a connection to my old school site and have met again many old colleagues. I have connections to various sites from my origins in London. I even found a colleague I last saw when I was 10 years old before she emigrated to Australia with her family. And the girl that sat in front of me in the class in 1957 in my primary school. We are now both grandmothers. When my father was still alive and in his care home I had contact with his carers and was always up to date. It is difficult as the only child to still maintain contact when you live a couple of hundred miles away in another country. The messenger system is wonderful for private correspondence and photo connection.
Not everything about technology is bad, you just have to keep your head on your shoulders and use it for your own purpose. Of course if I suddenly get a friend request from an American serviceman showing a photo that looks more like a body buider in a wet t-shirt, I am flattered before I delete the request. As you can see from the photo, I only share my online secrets with my cat, she keeps it to herself.
It is just a matter of common sense.
I am an amateur photographer, but often I have people on my photos that I do not know, just random on the street, by accident, but perhaps amongst them is someone that is being watched for a certain reason.
We are way past 1984 when George Orwell the author made his prophesy that we would belong to a civilisation that was being watched by Big Brother. When the book was published it was a success and it was read as something interesting. Did we believe that in 1984 we would be watched and not realise it. Of course not, this was a future fantasy. Just imagine everything you did was registered and noted.
Yes well, it happened didn’t it. Some years ago in Switzerland we had a so called Secret Files Scandal. Yes, in Switzerland. Swiss citizens were being spied on by government departments. They might be in a restaurant having a conversation with a colleague, perhaps in a shop but someone was listening and notes were made which were sent to certain government offices. Somehow it was discovered. It was 1989 and not 1984, Secrete Files Scandal. I even found it in an explanation in Wikipedia. For some time it made headlines in Switzerland and no-one was omitted. A relation of mine, a qualified person, had files. She gave a speech which was not as it should have been. Perhaps even I had some files.
When the scandal broke we were informed of an address where we could write and demand our files. I did not bother. Not that I was a dangerous person, but a harmless remark was enough to qualify you, or working for the wrong people. My first two years in Zürich I was employed by someone that definitely had a record, although economic, but he had to serve his time. That would have been qualification enough for me to be registered and I was not Swiss.
It shook the country at the time, but now everything has been organised.
So now we just have our computers that spy on us. Of course I am careful, but sometimes I ask is it worth it. Little Mrs. Angloswiss is hopefully not important enough to discover her secrets. How often have I received telephone calls from India (although now a thing of the past) to go to my computer because I have a problem. I never had a problem but would have had one if I had given the details that the Indian person needed to organise my problem. How many spam mails do I get daily, usually wanting me to buy viagra – the name Pat can be male as well as female. There are many traps in the cyber world and no matter how careful you are, it can happen to you as well.
What a shame that George Orwell is no longer here. I wonder what he would write about now. Big brother has today so many brothers and they are universal.
Flags? Of course Switzerland has flags. We might only have a population of approximately eight million, but we make up for it with our many flags. We have 26 Kantons (states) and each of them have their own flag. Two of the Kantons are “only” half Kantons, but they still have their own flag. On top of this colourful mixture do not forget the villages and towns, and there are many. Of course they also have their own flag.
The photo above is from part of London, now called the Swiss Court, bordering on Leicester Square, where the Swiss Centre used to be. I never really got the hang of that Swiss Centre. It was a tall imposing building in the middle of London’s West End and contained the offices of the Swiss Air and a restaurant in the basement. I visited the restaurant with my parents on a visit to London some years ago when in still existed and was not impressed. The black forest cake that I ate was english style, not so genuine Swiss and the cream was mock. It was an international serving team in the restaurant and I did not hear or see one Swiss person except for a couple of disillusioned tourists who asked whether they were in the right place. Eventually The Swiss Centre faded out, I found this entry in Wikipedia which just about sums it up. Swiss Centre.
1st August is the Swiss National Day, and already the week before that flags are displayed. This display is from our village. In the middle is the one everyone knows, the square Swiss flag. Why it is a square I do not know, but everyone else seems to have an oblong. This did cause a problem for various international organisations displaying the flags outside because the Swiss flag was the odd one out. Perhaps we did not have enough material. The flag on the left is our Kanton flag of Solothurn in red and white and the one on the right is not from a Micky Mouse cartoon, but our village flag. The village is called Feldbrunnen, which literally translated means field fountain, so you have a nice green background and and Micky Mouse fountain.
Having double nationality and being a Brit, I could also display the Union Jack of Great Britain, composed of the cross of St. Andrew, cross of St. Patrick and also the cross of St. George. This covers Scotland, Ireland and England. Somewhere Wales got lost it seems. In Switzerland private flags of other countries are not allowed in your garden, only the Swiss flag.
Later this morning, but it is cleaning lady day. She was also later this morning as every second week she does the kitchen as well, but no problem. I have time and if she stays half an hour longer it makes no difference to me. Windows are cleaned lunch is cooking so what more do I need.
It was quite a nice sunrise this morning. I even managed to get a crow on its way. Actually there is a lot of action from the crows at the moment.
They decided to gather in one of the trees. Yesterday, outside in the late afternoon, a whole flock of crows flew overhead making circles. Unfortunately my camera was not ready for a shot, but it was quite spectacular. At first I though it was birds gathering for a migration, but our crows do not migrate. They stay all year, feeding on what they find. They are quite happy with my bread pieces in the early morning for breakfast.
My only tour yesterday was a visit to the supermarket. The roads were absolutely empty, must be the Monday morning thing. This is part of the road just approaching our St. Urs. cathedral in Solothurn. There are a few signs of Autumn leaves on the way. Afterwards we follow the main road towards North for a few minutes and arrive at the village of Langendorf where the big supermarket and the mall is. We have been doing our shopping here since it opened. Many years ago, only in the memories of golden oldies, it was a watch factory but the supermarket chain bought it and converted it.
After lunch I settled for my usual hour of hugging the bed, but someone somewhere decided this was not to be and a guy outside was trimming the remains of our wild meadow ready for winter I suppose. He even told me there was not a lot to trim, so I asked myself why bother. His machine had quite a high decibel volume. There was no chance of a relaxed sleep with the noise he was making, but I suppose we all have our work to do.
I noticed that my climbing rose had also left some memories behind with the rose hips, at least that is what we called them back in the days. I decided to leave them as they make quite a nice decoration.
Although I am sitting outside on the porch at the moment at 11.00 am there is quite a nip in the air. No. 2 son called past yesterday evening with news from his part of Switzerland (Schaffhausen area). Of course our biggest interest is No 1 grandson, who is doing well for his age of one year. He is now amongst the walkers and at the stage where you have to keep an eye on his antics. He has now discovered the grapes in his garden and making the most of the feast.
And now I will move on. Lunch is cooking nicely and I have everything under control.
Have a good day everyone, see you later.
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