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betweenthetimeandsound · 3 years

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Three Minutes to Eternity: My ESC 250 (240-231)

#240: Joci Pápai - Az én apám (Hungary 2019)

"Hallom őt, az ő szívét a húrokon Látom őt, múló idővel az arcomon Az ő hitét büszkeség vallanom Ezeregy dalból ezt az egyet dúdolom, dúdolom"

"I can hear him, his heart on the strings I can see him, bearing the passing time on my face I’m proud to confess his faith Of a thousand and one songs this is the one that I hum"

If there's anything I love at Eurovision, is when someone sings a song from their soul. And in both of Joci's entries, he does just that.

Az en apam is a bit more sedate than his first entry (which will come soon enough), but it's calming and serene with substance. The lyrics, talking about his relationship with his father, is a touching and poetic tribute, one that people should really speak to their loved ones that care about them.

It's just a shame this song was the one to break Hungary's impressive qualifying streak; I thought they were on a path to win soon (though not with this one...). And they left the contest too; hopefully they will steer the ship back to more open waters and come back.

Personal ranking: 5th/41 Actual ranking: DNQ (did not qualify)--12th in the first semi-final in Tel Aviv

#239: Anna Vissi -- Mono i Agapi (Cyprus 1982)

"Η ζωή μας περνά, κι ότι φεύγει πονά Πίσω δε γυρνά, κι όμως κάτι μας κρατά"

"Our life passes by, and whatever leaves, we’re in pain It doesn’t come back, but something holds us together"

In most cases, the first entry somebody has sent in the contest is their best, with a number of exceptions here and there. Anna is one of them; I never liked her first entry, but her other two are fantastic.

Mono i agapi is quite lyrically simplistic--it talks about how love remains between two people, as the world changes around them. But the melody has a very loungy sound--I've heard it being compared to a James Bond theme. While I don't hear why it would be the case (other than the alluring mystery of this piece), it does give a calming vibe, and stands out in the rather mediocre field in 1982.

Personal ranking: 3rd/18 Actual ranking: 5th/18 in Harrogate

#238: Yardena Arazi -- Ben Adam (Israel 1988)

בן אדם הוא רק בשר ודם,” אבק פורח במדבר, בן אדם, בדרך העולם, כצל עובר, כחרס הנשבר "

“A human being is only flesh and blood, Dust flying in the desert A human being, in the way of the world Like a passing shadow, like broken pottery"

Yardena's time at Eurovision 1988 is best known for the anecdote where she goes to a fortune teller who said that song #9 would win that contest. When the draw occurred, Israel was slotted into that place, but was shafted up to #8 when Cyprus withdrew from having an already-released song. #9 would go to Ne Partez Pas Sans moi, which would end up winning and make history thanks to its singer.

This ends up taking away from the song itself; Ben Adam is reminiscent of older folk songs, but it takes off with its own character and flair. I also love the lyrics, which recognizes humans as flawed, without berating them as such. (We need a little bit more of that in the internet world, haha)

The flurry towards the end of the song was well-executed too, and the instrumentation is just fantastic. It feels like one was in a festival!

Personal ranking: 2nd/21 Actual ranking: 7th/21 in Dublin

#237: Amandine Bourgeois -- L'enfer et moi (France 2013)

“Tu m’as fait pleurer à vif Mon cou porte encore ta griffe J’aimais échanger de peau”

“You made me cry a lot You can still see your mark on my neck I used to like exchanging skin”

I love the dark sensuality of this song—with its blues influences, it tells a story of a relationship gone awry, but does so with sophistication. It starts out with a slick guitar line, which later devolves into a full on outrage against the lover at question.

The harshness of this song probably clashed with its opening spot, which is why it’s so underrated. Or it was because of Amandine’s styling...

Either way, it has grown on me since I watched the 2013 contest, and it gets the right vibes going...except with the lyrical story...

Personal ranking: 5th/39 Actual ranking: 23rd/26 GF in Malmo

#236: Ambasadori -- Ne mogu skriti svoju bol (Yugoslavia 1976)

"Ne molim da se vratiš Al’ molim te da pamtiš Voljela tebe samo sam ja”

“I’m not begging you to come back But please remember I only loved you”

Ambasadori was one of Yugoslavia's biggest groups, and they have a long list of who's who in the Bosnia music scene. I'm not familiar with their other music, but Ne mogu skriti svoju bol definitely highlights their artistry, along with the dark-pop take Yugoslavia had in 1970s Eurovision.

This song was initally my fifth place of 1976, but it has steadily grown until it became my fourth (knocking out Portugal in the process) The instrumentation conveys a dark mood, despite the upbeat strings and the poppy sound. There’s a grooviness in it to contrast the sullen lyrics, mourning for a lost love. It definitely stands out in the crowd; along with Ismeta's lack of makeup.

It got rewarded with a second-to-last place, which is way too low for this. And Yugoslavia withdrew for five years, and came back with a new sound...

Personal ranking: 4th/18 Actual ranking: 17th/18 in Den Haag

#235: Zibbz -- Stones (Switzerland 2018)

"Sins of the father make us fall And I can’t do anything about it"

2018 had a number of staging errors which cost several countries qualification. In Stones' cases, this wasn't the case.

Corrine has incredible stage presence, with a sense of strength and attiude as she struts on the stage. She definitely adds substance to this powerful pop-rock song, fighting against bullying in all corners of society.

To further that, she lights a flare at the bridge, which definitely hits the tone of the song home. Plus, it was an awesome moment to behold.

Basically, Zibbz did everything right--great song, thoughtful message, simple but impactful staging, and it still didn't qualify...While it has outgrown me a bit, it's still a total jam.

Personal ranking: 9th/43 Actual ranking: DNQ -- 13th in the first semi-final in Lisbon

#234: Kalomira -- Secret Combination (Greece 2008)

“An open book An open book, well, I'm sorry, I am not Sometimes I'm acting like a lady Sometimes woman, sometimes baby.”

"You maybe an open book Spongebob, but I'm a bit more complicated than that"

One third of the female-bop grouping in the 2008 contest, Secret Combination takes Greek instrumentation and American production to produce quite the gem. I could imagine Britney Spears singing this, but I also thought of the Cheetah Girls when I was listening to it. With a bit of sweetness and a touch of sexiness, Kalomira plays the different roles well--and has a cute moment when the book actually opens, revealing her in a really nice silvery dress!

Personal ranking: 7th/43 Actual ranking: 3rd/25 GF in Belgrade

#233: Avi Toledano -- Hora (Israel 1982)

"וגם ההורה, ההיא עם הה”א קולה עוד עולה, קולה לא נדם"

"And also the Hora, the one with the Hey Its voice still rises, its voice has not been silenced"

Israel had a particular style with songs from the 1980s--they are usually really energetic, with fun choreography in which everyone joins along. It makes for good results and good energy, especially when it's done well!

Hora seems to embody it in many ways, from the celebratory lyrics to the fun dancing across the really tiny stage in Harrogate. It combines Israeli folk music with a sense of joie-de-vivre, celebrating the nation (which as you will see later, may not work today...)

Avi earns himself a strong second place, but he would write something even better the following year (again, will come later)!

Personal and actual ranking: 2nd/18 at Harrogate

#232: Raphael Gualazzi -- Madness of Love (Italy 2011)

"Ma vedrai un altro me in un sogno fragile Riderai come se non ti avessi amato mai Cercherai un altro me oltre all’ombra di un caffè"

"But you’ll see another me in a fragile dream You’ll laugh as if I had never loved you You’ll look for another me beyond the shadow of a coffee"

Between 1994 and 2010, Italy withdrew from Eurovision, with only one participation in 1997. Nobody knows why, with reasons ranging from the rise of a televote to Italian disinterest in the contest, but they were certainly missed. Thanks to the late Rafaella Carra and a bunch of other circumstances, Italy came back in 2011, and they did so in style.

"Madness of Love" is frequently overlooked amongst Italy's post-comeback entries, as some of us aren't into jazz. I don't listen to the genre often, but I like this song particularly. It's flirty and sweet, under a very sophisticated soundscape which reminds me of a 1920s speakeasy. And while people are put off by Raphael's vocals, the way he lets himself go at the end of the chorus is definitely a highlight.

Basically, it's one of those runners-up that should've won against the winner of its year. But it was nicely made up for ten years later.

Personal ranking: 2nd/43 Actual ranking: 2nd/25 GF in Dusseldorf

#231: Anneli Saaristo -- La dolce vita (Finland 1989)

“Minä sammutin elämän janoa vaan Minä osasin onnea anoa vaan Jälkeen kaiken nyt saatan sen sanoa vaan La dolce vita”

“I was just quenching life’s thirst I knew how to plead for happiness After everything all I can say is: The good life”

La Dolce Vita sounds more stereotypically ”Spanish” than “Finnish”, because of its flamenco influences versus the dark pop or metal we expect from the country. Apparently, a lot of Finns travel south for vacations, which makes a bit more sense here.

Either way, it springs a bit of life and joy into a dark heart. It embraces life in its tropical vibe and Anneli’s deep vocals, and conveys a comfortable mood. Apparently, it was also known for Anneli's slight choreography, but I only noticed her standing during the instrumental.

It would be Finland’s last top ten result for many years, but the 7th place it got in Lausanne was deserved (and they should've done better, actually!). A fitting send-off for their long-time conductor Ossi Runne (RIP).

Personal ranking: 3rd/22 Actual ranking: 7th/22 in Lausanne

#esc 250 #eurovision song contest #esc top 250 #esc hungary #esc cyprus #esc israel #esc france #esc yugoslavia #esc switzerland #esc greece #esc italy #esc finland #three minutes to eternity #vintage eurovision

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finnishfun · 5 years

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#SpeakingIn20 Challenge - Day 14 - 27 August

This week’s topics

Topic: Neighborhood

Practice time: 7 minutes (plus about 10 previous attempts)

It’s not really a topic I could say much about but I tried.

New words:

naapurusto - neighborhood nelikerroksinen - four-storey kymmenkerroksinen - ten-storey rappu - stairwell

(also I found out that “kiva” is also a word in Swedish, actually borrowed from Finnish)

Moi! Tänään yritin monta kertaa ja en tykkänit, mistä sanoin. Yritän taas kerran puhua naapurustosta. Asun isossa [wtf did I say] kaupungissa, jossa on monta kerrostaloa. Enimmäkseen nelikerroksisiä ja kymmenkerroksisiä taloja. Talossani on viisi rappua, asun viidessa rapussa ja toisessa kerroksessa. Naapurustossa on monta nelikerroksistä taloa ja omakotitaloa. Monet talot ovat modernejä, mutta taloni ei ole kunnostettu. Se näyttää vähän vanhalta. Se on harmaa ulkopuolella. Rapussa on noin 20 asuntoa. On paljon vanoja ihmisiä talossa. En oikein tykkään niistä, koska ne eivät ole tosi kivoja. [ok I failed to talk about some problematic neighbors here :’D] On myös pari nuoreja ihmisiä, jotka jokus tapaan rapussa. En oikein tunnen ketään. Voisi olla hyvä, jos minulla olisi kivat naapurit, koska voisin pyytää apua, kun tarvitsen, mutta en välitä. Ädille on vanha naapuri, joka tulee äidille koko ajan keskustelemaan ja häiritsee hänet joka päivä. Hän aina haluaa puhua jostakin. Joskus äiti ei avaa oven, koska hän on kyllästynyt. Myös naapurit yläpuolella ovat hulluja. He ovat aina meluisia, huutavat paljon ja heittävät juttuja ulos. [no kidding] He ovat tosi epäystävällisiä.

Today I tried many times and didn’t like what I said. I’ll try again talking about neighborhood. I live in a big town where there are many apartment blocks. Mostly four- and ten-storey buildings. In my house there are five stairwells, I live in the fifth on the second floor. In the neighborhood there are many four-storey buildings and detached houses. Many houses are modern but mine haven’t been renovated. It looks a bit old and grey on the outside. There are about 20 flats in the stairwell. There are many old people here, I don’t really like them because they aren’t nice. There are also some young people whom I sometimes meet in the stairwell. I don’t really know anyone. It would be good to have nice neighbors so I could ask for help if I need to, but I don’t mind. My mom has an old neighbor who comes over all the time to talk and bothers her every day. She always wants to talk about sth. Sometimes my mom doesn’t open the door because she is fed up. Also her upstairs neighbors are crazy. They are always noisy, shout and throw things. They are very unfriendly. [so you can see why I don’t really try to get to know mine, right? :D]

#finnish #SpeakingIn20 #speaking challenge #langblr challenge

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lily-learns-finnish · 5 years

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Speaking in 20: Week 2

Okay here is week 2. It was so hard to make myself do this, and it felt like I was doing so bad the whole time!! But anyway I wrote out the transcription below (although not sure how much it makes sense). I forgot to say last week if anyone has any corrections or feedback that is definitely welcome. I tried to correct myself a bit as I went, but so successfully!

In Finnish:

Moi taas. Minä halusin tehdä puhminen haastava taas. Mutta ehkä tänään voi olla tosi lyhyt. Mutta, mitä minä haluan puhua... anteeksi mistä minä haluan puhua?

OK, no, ehkä minä voin kertoa teille, että eilen minä menin kuntosalille ja valitettavasti ohjaaja puhui englaniks koko ajan. Koska hän tajusi että minä puhun englantia ja sitten toinen ihminen oli Amerikkalainen ja niin hän puhuu englantia. Ja sitten siellä oli vain yksi ihminen... (enemmän)... niin oppitunnilla oli kolme ihmistä. Niin ohjaaja tajusi sitä, ja sitten hän puhui vain englantia.

Minä olen vähän pettynyt sitä koska oikeastaan kun menen kuntosalille, minä haluan myös kuunnella suomea, niin sitten minä voin oppia vähän... hitaasti mutta varmasti.

Joo niin, tämä on yksi ongelma, että (minä olen kokenut)... minulla on suomessa: että ihmiset tajuavat että minä puhun englantia ja sitten he haluavat olla tosi kohtelias ja niin he puhuvat vain englantia.

Oikeastaan minä olen huomannut että jos minä puhun vain suomeks, sitten he puhuvat mulle suomeksi, mutta kun minä sanon jotakin englanniks sitten... se on ohi... he puhuvat vain englantia sitten.

Nonii, mutta mutta, minä halusin tarkastaa, mitä aiheita... siellä on tällä vikolla. Ja yksi aihe on ystävyys... niin kysymys oli: “Miksi on ystävyys tärkeä?”

Se on hyvä kysymys. Varmasti ystävyys on tärkeää. Kaikki ihmiset tarvitset muita, mutta mutta, on vaikea vastata tämän kysymyksen...koska minä olen muuttunut paljon viime aikoina... niin minulle... minulla on paljon uusia ystäviä mutta ei paljon vanhoja ystäviä juuri nyt. Niin mulla on vanhoja ystäviä Australiassa...ja on kiva, totta kai, mutta.... niin tänä vuonna ja viimeinen vuonna mulla on lähinnä uusia ystäviä ja se on erilainen kokemus - mutta kiva, totta.

OK nonii, minä puhuin jo viisi miinuutia jo. Tämä on rittää varmasti. Kiitos kun kuuntelet. Moi Moi.

In English:

Hi again. I wanted to do the speaking challenge again. But maybe today may be very short. But, what do I want to speak... sorry what do I want to speak about?

Okay, so mabye I can tell you that yesterday I went to the gym and unfortunately the instructor spoke in English all the time. Because she realised that I speak English and that another human (lol I probably meant person here) was American and so she speaks English. And then there was only one human... (more)... so in the class were three person. So the instructor realised it and then she spoke only English.

I am a little disappointed about it because actually when I go to the gym I want to also listen to Finnish, so then I can learn a little... slowly but surely.

Yeah so, this is one problem, that (I have experienced, I forgot this)... I have in Finland, that people realise that I speak English and then they want to be very polite and so they speak only English.

Actually, I have noticed, that if I speak only in Finnish, then they speak to me in Finnish, but when I say something in English then... it is over... they speak only English then.

Yeah, but but, I wanted to check, what...topics... there are this week. And one topic is “friendship”... so the question was; “Why is friendship important?”.

It is a good question. Certainly friendship is important. All people need others, but but, it’s difficult to answer this question because I have moved a lot recently.. so for me... I have lots of new friends and not many old friends right now. So I have old friends in Australia... and it is nice, of course, but... this year and last year I have mostly new friends and it is a different experience, but nice, true.

Ok, so I spoke already for 5 minutes. This is enough surely. Thanks for listening. Bye.

#finnish #SpeakingIn20

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aftertheworldends-blog1 · 6 years

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An Endless Story Of Being A Balkan Immigrant

Bulgarians: Have dishes similar to Southeast Asians, have words in common with Middle Eastern languages, share genes with Persian and Turkic peoples, genetically related to Mediterraneans and Middle Easterners, suspected common ancestor with Tatar peoples.

Also Bulgarians: Wow, we hate foreigners. We are so European. Middle Eastern people are evil. We are not all Roma. Go the EU! Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir ?

Me, a Bulgarian and an intellectual: *major facepalm*

So, I almost got attacked recently.

A late evening, at one of the last trains from the capital to the place I live:

It’s a fairly popular stop, so there are some people at the doors as we wait for the train to come to a holt. I am at one side with a pair of men and one woman; the other door across the busy car has a small crowd in front of it too.

I am listening to music with one ear, the other free just in case somebody needs to approach me. A girl comes down the stairs to join our bunch and she is on the phone. The language sounds like Turkish to me, although I cannot be certain.

One of the men – a Finn no doubt, by his features – looks at the girl with obvious condescension, puffs dismissively, and walks across to the other door.

I stare, the complete awe on my face making the other Finnish man as uncomfortable as he should be.

“Asshole,” I murmur after the Original Finn.

He hears me.

Unconcerned with that, I step off the train and head home. He’s ahead if me; when he notices me – unmistakable in my bright red Uni hoodie – he stops in his tracks and waits me out.

I’m thinking, he’s about to say something. Is he planning on giving me a speech about foreigners in Finland, or the necessity of Finnish language when you are around a sensitive Finnish ear.

I don’t know.

But he says nothing as I pass him by. I walk away, casting glances over my shoulder. It’s how I notice him resuming his stride, following me, adjusting his scarf to cover his face as he hurries not to lose me.

There and then, I was terrified. Three full seconds of knowing I was about to experience a hate-crime motivated ass-whooping, and then I was done cowering. Not for him – he was hardly worth it.

Instead, I get prepared.

I walk faster, knowing I will reach a populated area soon, all the while planning where to put my glasses so he wouldn’t be able to break them into my eyes. I flex my fingers and wait for…

But I make it to the busy area before he makes it to me. The people outside the fast food joint chat with me until he’s passed. He gives me an unmistakable silent threat as he walks by me, and I wonder whether I could safely walk the 15 minutes it takes me to reach home. My teeth hurt from clenching but I am sure I would have taken that beating, because I was not wrong.

Because he thought it was his right to be surrounded – without failure, hour after hour – by exclusively Finnish speakers. Anything less offended his sensibilities. Because a special, nationalist, bigoted snowflake couldn’t take to be called out on his xenophobia.

I was right. Even if I almost got my nose punched in.

Or perhaps, that was a symptom of my rightness.

The current number of times a native speaker has looked at me with condescension and said, “Well, you speak quite good English,” is in the double digits.

*waves Certificate in Advanced English, a Specialised Language School diploma, and my middle finger*

I was so god damn pregnant and I didn’t care about it when it came to dates. My husband and I would go to concerts, festivals, and parties, regardless of how big I got. In restaurants, we’d order something fancy to eat, he’d order a wine to match, and I’ll sniff it before sipping my juice. Fun times.

So, there we were, at an Australian pub – him hoping to have an exciting Aussie brew and myself hoping to sniff it like a junkie with a glue problem.

But before we could get to that particularly exciting experience, we must order. The bartender practically gives my husband his own place at the bar. They like each other instantly and I am so proud of my charming, lovely sweetheart, who is not at all a Finnish stereotype and cannot wait to meet new people, engage with them, make them laugh. I adore it.

My husband decides on a beer and it’s my turn.

The bartender looks at me, his smile falters, and then dies. The temperature in the bar drops several degrees.

At this point, I am unsure what has happened. I wasn’t at the time aware Australians had any particular attitude towards Balkan people.

So, there I was, trying to order a juice for my pregnant ass and the bartender wouldn’t look me in the eye. He wouldn’t tell me what juices they have. He’d just spent five minutes combing through cupboards and fridges to make sure he’d offered the most suitable brew for my husband, but he wouldn’t bother to peek at the juice section for me.

My sweetheart ends up ordering for me. I know something had happened – something which involves bigotry and ugly thoughts – but I am unsure exactly what.

Today, I know. Today, if you ignore me, I just know to be louder.

There were fliers coming regularly to the box at my address, with calls to ‘DRIVE THE FOREIGNERS OUT OF BRITAIN AND TAKE BACK OUR COUNTRY’ written in big bright letters.

One weekend, I couldn’t go out because a nationalist group was organising a protest against Slavic and Middle Eastern immigrants at the city centre. I couldn’t do my shopping for the week. I was reduced to hiding in my room, alongside numerous friends and neighbours just like me.

“Oh, you are BUL-geeeeh-rian. I see.”

What? What is it you see?

Here’s a story you wouldn’t expect happened.

My in-laws have always kept close ties to old friends. They were the type of people whose jolly attitude had many from our small town running up to us at random places just to say hello. That very same friendly and open-hearted approach had me falling in love with my (then) boyfriend’s parents in no time.

So here we are, this one time, in the middle of their old friends’ and long-time colleagues’ house. It’s a lovely home and the fact the hosts had two children just a bit younger than myself was a great bonus.

We had a great conversation for the most part, even if I was excluded from the main topics due to a language barrier. I have since learned not to mind it so much, but at the time I relied heavily on my loved one translating.

Now, at the time, I was a student in the UK; there were no certain plans about where we’d be settling, if we’d be settling anywhere together at all. So, my grasp on the Finnish language remained basic, and I had no reason or desire to change that.

My hostess, to my endless surprise, had other plans for me.

She of course insisted I attempt speaking Finnish (an impossible task since I knew none of the grammatic rules), and was too excited about telling us all how the exchange student they hosted had been quick to pick up the language. I was of course already weary, but new to this “being an immigrant” thing. Coming from a poor place had not done much for my self-esteem anyway, and I was among people who had – due to their country’s social system – never had to worry about choosing between food and new clothes to replace the broken ones.

So, I accepted the only thing interesting about me is my potential to speak a language I wasn’t interested in. I accepted it while she probed and questioned and kept insisting people who “let me try” the language. I accepted it until the last drop of my patience had been drained.

And then she pushed further.

Engaging the rest of the party in her game, our hostess endeavoured to turn me into an experiment. She demanded nobody translate her words to me; she was to address me without saying my name, so they’d find out whether I understood she was talking to me.

The thing with Finnish is, you’re bound the understand more than you talk, at first. It’s a tough language but I had been exposed to it enough to know what she’d said. Or understand enough.

When she spoke and the entire table remained silent, engaged in her experiment—in her treatment of me as a science rat, a sub-human, a person not worthy of consideration but rather just there for her eternal amusement—I could not stop myself from tearing up.

I was utterly alone, surrounded by people who were unaware they were doing something wrong, and one person who was so deliberate in her actions, she surely understood way-too-well exactly what she was doing.

She invited us to her wedding years later and I spoke English to her with a polite smile.

The cold shivers down my spine when I found out the person who was going to wed us is running for a position in the government with the Finnish far-right party.

I gave birth in the middle of 2015. It was warm and nice and beautiful. The first hours of contractions were painful, annoying, and long, but I felt safe and happy with my husband next to me and an attentive midwife making sure everything was going smoothly.

The shift changed the moment labour began.

The midwife began the entire ordeal by proclaiming she had not come to work today with the intention to speak English. She admitted she understood it well, although she ignored every word I spoke in it.

She ignored me when I said I could not breathe.

Again.

And again.

I lost consciousness for a few seconds due to lack of oxygen. Sheer willpower kept me afloat through the last moments of labour. I had to somehow gather strength to yell “I CANNOT BREATHE” for her to offer me an oxygen mask. She also called another midwife though, to help her handle the rowdy foreigner.

Suffice to say, I did not trust her with my new-born, breakable daughter. Suffice to say, I had no choice in the matter.

I only prayed – atheist as I am – that she would not be that great of a monster.

“What is this Bulgarian gibberish? I speak three languages but in this country, I speak its language, as one should”

– A person sitting at my table, in my home, listening to me speaking my language to my daughter.

Nobody knows anything about Bulgaria, much beyond the fact they must hate us for being poor. Of those who do not hate us, they still are unaware of who we are.

Our country was established in 681 according to official accounts, although a Great Bulgaria existed already during 635. Our country was formed through the alliance of (what is estimated to have been) over a thousand Bulgar nomads and the resident Balkan Slavic tribes. Over the course of the following centuries, Bulgarians spread out to include other Slavic, including some Mid-European. Our lands – although in a constant state of change due to never-ending wars with Byzantine – reached on occasions three seas: Adriatic, Aegean, and Black.

We spent altogether six centuries as an independent empire. Our first universal law extended beyond the limits of status or nobility, threatening all criminals (even those living in our castles) with serious punishment. We were by recent accounts among the first countries in Europe (long before the middle Ages) to bring canalisation and fresh water supply systems to our big cities; the architectural collaboration with Middle Eastern societies is an interesting archaeological discovery: a lot of knowledge was lost to us during the destruction brought upon us by the Ottoman empire. We were also the ones to spread the Cyrillic alphabet among Slavic-speaking peoples, and the first to use it in our churches in the form of Old Slavonic.

We spent five centuries under Ottoman Yoke.

I will be the first one to tell you we must never bring the pain of our past into our present, let alone our future. I will be the first one to tell you we must not blame Turkish people for the crimes of their ancestors. Unless we are met with that maddening, infamous reminder that we have been their “cattle”, it wins us nothing to point our fingers at them. Especially at those who say proudly they are Bulgarians by birth but do not deny their ethnic Turkish roots.

But we must never forget – for our sakes and not for the sake of hatred – that we were denied the right to move freely, denied the right to live under the protection of a law, denied practicing a religion which defined us, denied spreading language or education which humanised us, denied access to a script we’ve developed and popularized. We were denied the right to be people; denied the right to be free.

We were owned, and shipped, and stripped, and slaughtered, and bullied, and managed exactly like—cattle. Our women were taken for unwilling concubines. Our churches and towns and schools and educational centres were burned. Our boys were taken to be owned by the army. Our blood ran as rivers along the lands of our ancestors and although the people who have committed those heinous crimes are long-dead… the pain remains.

We must never forget that if we kicked the Ottoman Master’s dog even though it was nibbling on our leg, we were shot and killed. We must not forget that if we didn’t let the Ottoman militia rape as they pleased, an entire household was slaughtered.

We must not forget we lived in peace with common Muslim folk. But we must not forget that we were indeed once cattle.

And even though our suffering was quantifiably different to the pain endured by the Black British and American communities, we must not forget we were slaves too.

It’s because we must never allow ourselves to be slaves again.

We have a story, Bulgarians.

That when the Ottomans first came, they pillaged and raped and destroyed, but if they’d left any survivors, they’d ask them always a simple question: “Do you convert to the Muslim faith?”

We have no certain way of knowing whether this is a story of pride, an anecdote to signify the overall resistance of the people, or an actual account of the events during the conquering of our lands.

But according to what we’ve been told, a Bulgarian who accepted the Muslim faith would shake their head and stand as they are.

A Bulgarian who would deny the offer, would bow their head – in preparation for their execution.

It is, according to this anecdote, the reason why in our culture, we bow our heads for “no” and shake them for “yes” – in contrast with the rest of Europe and the Western world.

Above is one of the reasons I never bow my head or accept a faith offered to me by a bigot.

It’s in my blood to stand my ground, even if it means my downfall. It’s in my blood to be considered cattle but to persevere regardless. It’s in my blood to be ignored, shunned, forgotten, stepped on… and to still bloom beneath the piles of dirt and cheap concrete blocks.

It’s in my blood to be regarded as sub-human; and it is in my blood to shed every tear, every drop of blood, to be better than that. To survive despite it.

It’s why I was ready for a fight the night I was almost beaten up. It’s why I still speak the language I want whenever I want. It’s why I still call people out on their bigotry.

And it’s why I am a proud Balkan immigrant.

Because I’m stronger than they are.

Stay strong, stay true, stay readin’,

Ro-ri

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Hello! Now that i have acquainted myself with the Bloody Beetroots music a bit I can't help but ask you to share your knowledge and thoughts on Volevo Un Gatto Nero if/whenever you feel like doing it. I am so confused.

Holy Christ you’re in for a ride.

Alright. For anyone else reading this - not that I know why you’d, uh, want to - while the song referred to in the ask is ‘Volevo Un Gatto Nero (You Promised Me)’ (2013) by The Bloody Beetroots, I’m going to delve into the original ‘Volevo un gatto nero’ (1969) and its variants for most of this answer. The Bloody Beetroots’ version is a cover, and so can’t really be discussed without keeping the original song in mind, mostly because the history of this song since its release has been convoluted as heck. What a doozy this is going to be!

As you can see, the original is now nearly fifty years old. There’s an Italian children’s song festival called ‘Zecchino d'Oro’ that has been ongoing since 1959, and ‘Volevo un gatto nero’ (sung by Vincenza Pastorelli) was one of the entries for 1969. It tells a rather harrowing tale. I’ve bolded and underlined only this translated section, to indicate that it’s for the original.

Un coccodrillo vero un vero alligatore(A true crocodile, a real alligator)ti ho detto che l'avevo e l'avrei dato a te(I told you that I have it, and I’d have given it to you.)Ma i patti erano chiari: il coccodrillo a te(But the terms were clear: the crocodile, to you,)e tu dovevi dare un gatto nero a me(And you were meant to give me a black cat.)

Volevo un gatto nero, nero, nero(It was a black, black, black cat I wanted)mi hai dato un gatto bianco, e io non ci sto più(You gave me a white one; I won’t stand for it!)Volevo un gatto nero, nero, nero(It was a black, black, black cat I wanted)siccome sei un bugiardo con te non gioco più(Because you are a liar, I won’t play with you any more.)

Child, it’s just a cat! Jesus!! Chill out for a moment!!!

At least, I guess you’d be tempted to say that for just the first verse, but this child apparently also offers a giraffe and an Indian elephant and an entire zoo to obtain this one black cat. So the longer this song goes on, the more you have to sympathize with them - because, you know. It is a pretty rough deal! The song finally culminates in them snapping and vowing to just keep the cat - whether it be black or white (’ma insomma nero o bianco, il gatto me lo tengo’) - before they play take-backsies on the other gifts. You can’t really blame them. Nobody ends up getting exactly what they want, but the singing child still walks away with a new cat. And that’s why you keep your promises, children.

So far so good. The very same year, a version was recorded in Japan with completely different lyrics. The Japanese version is called ‘Kuroneko no Tango’ (’The Black Cat’s Tango’), and the first verse goes like this:

君はかわいいぼくの黒ネコ(You are my cute black cat)赤いリボンがよくにあうよ(that red ribbon suits you well;)だけどときどき爪を出して(but sometimes you show your claws)ぼくの心を悩ませる(and you hurt my feelings)黒ネコのタンゴタンゴタンゴ(The black cat’s tango, tango, tango,)ぼくの恋人は黒いネコ(my lover is a black cat)黒ネコのタンゴタンゴタンゴ(The black cat’s tango, tango, tango,)ネコの目のように気まぐれよ(you’re as fickle as the gleam of cats’ eyes.)

And yeah, it does actually say ‘lover’ in the second line of the chorus. (The original word is 恋人, ‘koibito’.) No further comment to make on that.As you can see, it’s become a rather more cutesy, generic song under the Japanese influence, sung to the same tango tune but basically unrecognizable from the tale of bribery and betrayal depicted in the Italian original.

But the thing is.

This version got popular.

So popular, in fact, that since the time of the Japanese release, pretty much every foreign-language cover of ‘Volevo un gatto nero’ has talked about cute black cats and/or tangoes and/or the general amusing habits of cats - without having any semblance to the original. Faithful Italian covers of the song exist, of course, because it’s a song that’s been around for a long time and the tune has been recognizable in so many contexts as it is; in an excellent example of recursion, the Japanese singer MEG covered the song in the original Italian in 2012, too. (Listen to it here.) But even so, when you hear the tune of ‘Volevo un gatto nero’ and it’s not in the Italian, the popularity of the Japanese version and other circumstances have ensured over the past decades that you are almost 100% certainly not going to hear a tale about crocodile bartering. It’s the Japanese version that’s being homaged most of the time, like for example in the Finnish version (’Mustan Kissan Tango’).

Jos mustan kissan saisin, mä sitä tansittaisin.(If I would get a black cat, I’d make it dance.)Sen mustan kissan tassut ne sitten hassut on!(Then the black cat’s paws would be funny!)Kun pitkän narun päähän mä laitan paperin,(When I put paper on a long string,)niin kissa tanssii aivan tangon askelin!(the cat dances with the tango rhythm!)

Hei, tanssi kissa tango, tango, tango,(Hey, the cat dances tango, tango, tango,) nyt mustan kissan tanssi sen ikioma on!(now it’s the cat’s very own dance!)Soi mustan kissan tango, tango, tango,(Play the black cat’s tango, tango, tango,)se japanista lensi tänne meillekin.(it flew from Japan to us.)

Bolded for meta-commentary. This version’s pretty self-aware, at least. (It’s also the single most catchiest version of this song for me, but your mileage may definitely vary.) As far as covers of ‘Volevo un gatto nero’ go, ‘Mustan Kissan Tango’ and ‘Kuroneko no Tango’ relate to each other very well, but not so much to the original.Still better than the French version (’Je Veux Vivre Tango’):

Mes parents exagèrent, ils ne me comprennent pas(My parents exaggerate, they do not understand me) Et parfois j'ai les nerfs noués au bout des doigts(and sometimes I have nerves tied at the fingertips)Pour aller a l'école je me lève à 6 heures(To go to school I wake up at six o'clock)Et j'ai les yeux qui collent et j'ai les yeux qui pleurent(and I have eyes that stick, and I have eyes that weep)

Moi je veux vivre tango, tango, tango,(I want to live [a] tango, tango, tango,)mais mon père et ma mère sont toujours après moi.(but my father and mother are always after me.)Moi je veux vivre tango, tango, tango,(I want to live [a] tango, tango, tango,) vraiment ils exagèrent, ah quels parents j'ai là(they really exaggerate, ah, what parents I have here!)

… That’s… not even…. remotely close to… Ah, never mind.

As for why I know so much about this one song, it’s because the Korean version (or versions) was quite popular when it came out. I know of it in two forms, the children’s song version in 1970 and a rather poplike version by a group called Turbo. The latter is what most people my age remember, but the title remains the same: ‘Black Cat Nero’.We’ve actually kept the ‘nero’ aspect of ‘Volevo un gatto nero’, but in Korean that’s merely a name, so I don’t know if that counts as particularly faithful to the original. Still has the black cat, though.

그대는 귀여운 나의 검은 고양이(You are my cute black cat)새빨간 리본이 멋지게 어울려(That scarlet ribbon suits you well)그러나 어쩌다 토라져 버리면(But if you end up sulking somehow)얄밉게 할퀴어서 마음 상해요(you scratch out of spite, it’s very hurtful)검은 고양이 네로 네로 네로([My] black cat Nero, Nero, Nero,)귀여운 나의 친구는 검은 고양이(my cute friend is a black cat)검은 고양이 네로 네로 네로([My] black cat Nero, Nero, Nero,)이랬다 저랬다 장난꾸러기(you’re full of mischief all over.)

I like to think of the Korean versions as a synthesis of the Italian original and the Japanese cover, I guess. We’ve done our best with what was given, even though the ultimate final result just reads like a translation of the latter for most part. I’m sure the 1970 version was a direct reaction to ‘Kuroneko no Tango’, anyway, so it was inevitable.Also, you may have not needed to know this at all, but the ‘[my] black cat Nero’ (’검은 고양이 네로’ / ‘geomeun goyangi nero’) part is an excellent mondegreen in Korean for ‘gum is made of cat brains’ (’껌은 고양이 뇌로’). The sheer amount of playground bullshit I and so many other kids sat through over this one mondegreen is unbelievable. I couldn’t forget this song if you paid me to. Should I fall into a coma one day and lose all my memories, I will bet that this is still the one song that will remain in the depths of my mind, its claws sunk in like… like, well, a cat, I suppose. What gives.

Anyway. I could go on and on, but I really need to approach the question of what The Bloody Beetroots made of the song. And to be quite honest with you, I think this is one of the most truthful covers of ‘Volevo un gatto nero’ out there, not just because of the translation but because it preserves the intent and emotion of the original pretty much dead on. The song only makes use of the chorus bit, but take a look.

You promised me Bob Rifo, Rifo, Rifo,you gave me some fake muso, and not the one that’s real.You promised me Bob Rifo, Rifo, Rifo,you’re such a little liar, you don’t know how I feel!HOLY SHIT

Isn’t that perfect? Though it’s done away with black cats, the rest of the lyrics can basically pass for a translation of the Italian original, if you allow for the rhymes! While other covers go on about tangoes or cutesy cats, The Bloody Beetroots’ cover has kept the ‘you promised me x but delivered y instead, and I ain’t having it’ part of the original, which is the central argument of the song. So this cover is still telling a story about a deal unfulfilled, complete with calling the other person a liar. I’d say that the emotion and general tone of the narrative has been kept in those lines.

The chorus alone isn’t the only well-adapted part of this cover, either. If you listen to the rest of the song, you hear interjections of ‘FUCK YOUUUUUUU’ during a couple of points, and while the original singer of ‘Volevo un gatto nero’ -Vincenza Pastorelli - was far too young to express the song’s emotions in such strong language on national television, I think it’s a pretty adequate summary of the song’s intended message. I mean, I don’t know about y’alls, but the anguish of not receiving the Bob Rifo that I ordered and being forced to accept an inferior substitute would fairly piss me off too, I think. And so would the idea of not being able to get my promised cat after resorting to extortionate bribery, in fact - just like the Italian original. The sound of a child bursting into tears at the very end of The Bloody Beetroots’ cover is just the icing on top.

Sure, it’s not a direct translated cover of the Italian, and it’s like 10000x more hardcore than the children’s song it was meant to be, but I reckon these elements I’ve just pointed out are not accidental. Cover versions of songs change lyrics all the time - even though I’ve spoken of the covers listed here with bewilderment for most of the post, I do hold sincere affection for most of them, and they were all excellent hits in their respective countries - but I do think it speaks well of faithfulness to source material, if you preserve most of it as it already stands. ‘Volevo un gatto nero (You Promised Me)’ delivers on that for the chorus, and keeps the emotions of the original intact despite not having lyrics for the other 70-80% that it missed out.

I’m so, so happy about that. I think that’s amazing.And with that, that’s ‘Volevo un gatto nero’ for you. :D

tl;dr: Sir Cornelius Bob Rifo is somehow the one person who managed to make the most faithful foreign-language cover of a fifty year old song, due to numerous mistranslations and variants of said song becoming more popular than the original.

Oh, yeah. And it’s, like… freakin’ metal.

#absolut kurant #the bloody beetroots #volevo un gatto nero #bob rifo #sir bob cornelius rifo #essay #i didn't sign up for it but i really do know a fucking ridiculous amount about this -one- song like holy hell #i was really not kidding lmao #i hope this was helpful absolut kurant #now i need to listen to something else for a bit @_@#the covers are all so maddeningly similar yet not the same #listen too much and you'll begin to feel like you're suffering from some kind of full-on gestalt collapse #long post #very very long post #can't really think of where to split it ._.#i translated a lot of this myself save for finnish #and even then i had to correct things super quickly #so apologies for rough translations ;_;

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Archaeologists May Have Found Something Strange On Easter Island

In this age of social media, travel photographers actively share updates on Instagram and there's no denying that we get compelled to indulge in those weird and wonderful unexplored destinations. Well, a trip to Chile can help you witness one of the most notable and mysterious figures in the history of mankind, which is the Moai statue, apart from its popular history of Chilean wines. Actually, they are human figures carved by the Rapa Nui located in the southeast Pacific. Today, we unravel the mystery of Easter Island associated with it.

Let’s Start With The Heads of Easter Island

You do not need an archeology degree to understand the mystery. Easter Island Stonehenge, known as Moai, has been a puzzle for hundreds of years. Archaeologists have attempted to work out their inceptions and why precisely their construction stopped. A marvel covered in a riddle, what's significant all the more confusing is the area of the island…

A Bizarre Coincidence?

There are many similarities between all Moai heads. They are solid structures, implying that every statue was cut out of one substantial stone. Be that as it may, not every one of them is indistinguishable, some of them are extremely exceptional indeed. The tallest Moai statue is 33-feet tall and measures a stunning 82-tons. From a chronicled angle, the sculpted bodies have been settled on the Chilean Polynesian island since 1250 C.E.

A Strange Surprise Inside

We all know that a man's curiosity is endless. Consequently, a group of archaeologists, officially known as the Easter Island Statue Project, put a mind-blowing measure of effort with a specific goal to excavate various Rapa Nui's statues. Obviously, the excavation point made some staggering disclosures about the Moai. Those disclosures were so significant that none of the archaeologists had ever read about - be it in their University, the field of work or even in any online archaeology degrees.

Markings Revealed Everything

A portion of the disclosures that the EISP made are totally stunning. Under one of the statues, Van Tilburg's group discovered an especially fascinating relic. The stone had a sickle shape cut deeply engraved on its surfaces. As per scientists, it was accepted to symbolize a kayak or a vaka.

Erupting At Any Moment

A trip to Easter Island gets more exciting as it is a home to three extinct volcanoes, the tallest remaining at an amazing 1674 feet. And if you visit the island by flight, the sights of the volcanoes are simply stunning. In any case, to be exact, Easter Island is actually one extensive fountain of liquid magma. The principle volcano passes by the name of Rano Kau and is situated inside the UNESCO World Heritage Site of Rapa Nui National Park.

Pushing 14 Tons of Concrete

As far back as the statues' disclosure, it has been a puzzle as to precisely how the Moai would have been moved crosswise over Easter Island. Thinking of a transportation vehicle at that time would be silly. There have been numerous hypotheses how this could have been accomplished. One recommended that the statues would in all likelihood have required human work, ropes, and conceivably other equipment of transportation. Different speculations propose that individuals may have utilized logs to roll the Moai to their pointed goals.

Is It Possible?

Czech specialist Pavel worked together with Norwegian globe-trotter Thor Heyerdahl keeping in mind the end goal to build their own life-measure Moai statue. They took one rope, tied it around the head and after that wrapped another around the base of the statue. In a collaboration with 16 other individuals, they gradually moved the statue. But, soon realized that it would take too long.

What Happened To The People?

In spite of an assortment of speculations, it is, for the most part, concurred that the previous occupants of Easter Island were the designers of their own destruction, in any event to the extent living on the island was concerned. One hypothesis recommends tenants cleared the forests on the island, wrongly trusting that the trees would grow back rapidly.

Or Could It Be…

Another hypothesis that could clarify the tenants' vanishing was an invasion of rats capable of causing an infestation. A few history specialists trust that an overflow of food could have pulled in a convergence of rodents that may have stowed away in the kayaks of the general population who initially settled on the island.

Mass Destruction

In spite of the fact that there are numerous clashing theories on Stonehenge encompassing the people groups' vanishing, most anthropologists share a similar assessment on one specific actuality. Sooner or later in the Eighteenth Century, the Islanders began a mob, defying its pioneers. As assets lessened, pressures ascended amongst groups, and fights began to result.

Maybe It Was The Aliens

A totally left-field hypothesis proposes that the Moai could have been made by outsiders. The thought was proposed by Erich von Daniken in his book, Chariots of the Gods?: Unsolved Mysteries of the Past. And additionally his speculations about the Moai, von Daniken likewise attributes extraterrestrial impact to the development of the Egyptian Pyramids, and also the Nazca line illustrations. In any case, the reality remains that the stone used to develop the statues was from the actual island.

The Moai Roads

As per Thor Heyerdahl, Rapa Nui had antiquated streets that were utilized as the primary method of transport. They were found alongside numerous statues that were toppled over nearby them. Heyerdahl contradicted the theory on the Stonehenge by British archaeologist Katherine Routledge that the streets were really expected for ceremonial reasons.

Connections Elsewhere

There has likewise been a secret encompassing the composition framework utilized on Easter Island amid its inhabitance. Robert M. Schoch trusted that the tablets with engraved calligraphy could go back 10,000 years more established than already anticipated. What's more, this would likewise make the island older.

Playing The Theory By Ear

Easter Island has given interesting knowledge into the skeletal structures of the general population who once lived there. As, the skull side view has all the earmarks of being long and limit, with a sign that the Rapa Nui individuals may have had longer ears than the normal person.

Who Will Be The Birdman?

These outlines are taken from the "Barbarian Cave," showing what is generally viewed as the Tangata Manu, or in English, "Birdman." This was the champion of a yearly rivalry on the island. Tenants would contend with each other to gather the main egg of the season. They would need to swim to an island near to, gather the egg and the first to come back to Rapa Nui would be hailed the Birdman and the pioneer of the group for a year.

Stands Out Like A Sore Thumb

A standout amongst the most one of a kind looking Moai statues is the Tukuturi. Accepted to have been a physical sign of an antiquated artist, the figure was found in a stooping position, looking like the celebratory position amid the celebration of rui. Wearing a facial hair, Tukuturi is much a littler structure than regular Moai statues.

Easter Tools

A standout amongst the most particular archeological highlights that can be followed back to the Rapa Nui were the devices that the general population utilized. Known as Mata, these devices were built out of volcanic glass, which the general population made into an assortment of shapes and sizes. The majority of the tools found on the site were intentionally sharp, with a specific objective to cut filaments, cut wood and even to use for weaponry.

Grand Theft Moai

In a demonstration of sheer dauntlessness, a Finnish traveler went to Anakena shoreline and hacked an ear off one of the statues. Somebody saw Marko Kulju flee with the Moai's ear and revealed him to the police. Therefore, Kulju was captured and for his wrongdoing, fined $17,000 USD. At last, the discipline was a slap on the wrist as he could have put in seven years bolted up. The episode guaranteed stricter security methodology for travelers at the national park.

A Masterpiece

One of the most iconic amongst the most famous of the Moai isn't even on the island any longer. Known as Hoa Hakananai'a, this statue is in plain view at London's British Museum. In November 1868, a group from the British ship HMS Topaze recovered the statue from 'Orongo, Easter Island.

An Unexpected Cure

Another particular hypothesis encompassing the Moai was created by Dr. Anneliese Pontius. The psychiatry professor at Harvard Medical School hypothesized that the reason those islanders made the statues, in any case, was keeping in mind the objective to cure uncleanliness.

From The Old To The New

Easter Island ought not to be credited only for its rich history, which traversed more than a huge number of years. It likewise has a clamoring contemporary society that has seen radical changes in only one lifetime. One visit control remarked on how his 87-year-old awesome grandma spent her youth years experiencing childhood in a cave.

Tourism At Its Finest

There are numerous people who provide visitors with extraordinary bits of knowledge into Rapa Nui life while on their heritage expedition. Take this man for instance. Moi works for an organization called Ancestral Tours who indicate voyagers how the Rapa Nui experience their lives, both through water and the land. In his water-based visits, Moi takes explorers to snorkel at Ovahe Beach.

The Capital

These days, there is a fair share of tenants on Easter vacation. 90% of the population lives in the capital, Hanga Roa, which in all trustworthiness isn't the most energizing area in Rapa Nui. The town has an exceptionally fundamental foundation, having just a single bank and a couple of private organizations.

Fantastic Hospitality

One prime case of the capitalization of Easter Island's current blast in tourism and hospitality is the Hangaroa Eco Village and Spa. It is on top of the line of all the hotels in the island's capital and the 75-room lodging is propelled by the first facilities that individuals of Rapa Nui lived in.

Things Have Changed

In spite of the numerous secrets encompassing Easter Island's history, there is one certainty that students of history collectively concur on. At a certain point ever, Easter Island confronted outrageous deforestation. It has been recommended that islanders consumed the majority of the trees so as to clear a path for clear land and furthermore to influence kayaks to out of the wood.

Location, Location, Location

Obviously, Easter Island is a standout amongst the most remote areas on the planet. Pitcairn, which is 1,200 miles toward the west of the island, is its closest possessed neighbor. Its nearest territory is Chile, which is 2,300 miles away toward the east. So the inquiry remains: is Easter Island worth search a strenuous excursion?

So Why Is It Called Easter Island?

The significance of the island's name can be credited to its pioneer, and all the more particularly when he found it. Dutch adventurer Jacob Roggeveen was the primary European to reach the area, and he discovered it on Easter Sunday, April 5, 1722. A part of Chile, the official name of the island is Isla de Pascua, which likewise means "Easter Island."

The Original Settlers

In the Twentieth Century, a popular theory encompassing Easter Island was that Indians from the South American drift were the first settlers in the island. In any case, after detailed examination from archeologists and language specialists, this hypothesis has since been consistently exposed.

More To The Name

Yet, before the European explorers gave the Pacific Island the name we're most acquainted with today, the area embraced different names sometime before. The most seasoned name in recorded memory is Te Pito o Te Henua, which truly signifies "The Center of the World." Another name that occupants gave the island was Mata-Ki-Te-Rani, converting into the English "Eyes Looking at Heaven." Eventually, Tahitian mariners called the island Rapa Nui in the 1860's, and the rest was history.

Moai Have Bodies

The statues additionally have finish bodies that have been covered profound into the ground. Now and then, just their heads can be seen over the surface. It makes one wonder what else could be stowed away under the Earth, holding up to be found. After broad excavation lead by driving archeologists, it surfaced that the Moai's bodies have vigorously point by point tattoos.

The Director

Jo Anne Van Tilburg is the executive of the Easter Island Statue Project (EISP). After her group's persevering undertakings to unveil the secrets of the Moai, she discharged an announcement on the organization's site. She stated, "Our EISP excavations recently exposed the torsos of two 7m tall statues. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of visitors to the island have been astonished to see that, indeed, Easter Island statues have bodies! More important, however, we discovered a great deal about the Rapa Nui techniques of ancient engineering.”

Who Were The Architects?

Notwithstanding its rich history and a heap of speculations, there is still no complete answer with respect to who precisely developed the Moai statues. One prevalent hypothesis proposes that the statues were cut by the most expert carvers of the antiquated Polynesians' specialty societies. Another proposal is that individuals from every tribe met up to make the Moai.

More Than Just A Pretty Face

There are numerous speculations surrounding the imagery of the Moai and the more profound implying that they speak to. Numerous archeologists trust that they were built to be images of specialist and power. Be that as it may, to the island's occupants, they were something other than images. The Moai were thought to be physical signs of holy spirits.

The Moai

There is a solid possibility that you may have found out about Easter Island and its fascinating highlights in a topography lesson. The island is drenched with goliath stone figures that look like heads. Named after the Polynesian word for "head," the statues are known as the Moai.

World Heritage Status

Easter Island is home to the Rapa Nui National Park, which was added to UNESCO's rundown of World Heritage Sites more than twenty years back. The island World Heritage status was secured because of its popularity around the globe and the famous Moai that grace the island.

Head Coverings

Did you realize that the Moai wore caps? The headgear, known as pukao in Rap Nui, really spoke to hair. The Islanders would tie the "hair" around the head like a ball. A similar reason that chieftains would not trim their hair was credited to this training.

Let’s Get Spiritual

Amid Jacob Roggeveen's endeavor to Easter Island in 1722, he remarked on the profound propensities of the Rapa Nui individuals. He said that "they depended in the event of need on their divine beings or symbols which stand raised up and down the ocean shore in awesome numbers, previously which they tumble down and summon them."

Another Breed Of Statue

A structure that is frequently ignored on account of the grand Moai is the Mo'ai Kavakava. These little wooden figures likewise started from Easter Island, depicting lean men. The word kavakava actually means "ribs," which bodes well due to the skinny appearance of the man.

The Legend Of Ahu Akivi

The site of Ahu Akivi has an especially exceptional part to play ever. Seven equivalent size Moai stand inland and confront the sunset amid the Spring Equinox. At that point, amid the Autumn Equinox, they confront far from the dawn.

Addressing Misconceptions

Van Tilburg felt that it was important to squash the misconceptions surrounding the Moai. She made this clear by saying that “the reason people think they are heads is there are about 150 statues buried up to the shoulders on the slope of a volcano, and these are the most famous, most beautiful and most photographed of all the Easter Island statues. This suggested to people who had not seen photos of that they are heads only.” Read the full article

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