If I break into dialect you'd rarely understand me, so I better not. ('Wernit' should be 'werntit' with a silent t at the end (glotteral stop?)) Anyway, it was all fields but you couldn't see them for all the soot in the air, so much so the birds had to fly backwards.
Visiting Spain was for some a political or even perhaps a moral issue.
No longer a pariah state in as far as were cosying up to a tyrant, the Brits and others were discovering the Costas largely by direct flights which I suspect avoided some realities, I can't say for certain, I didn't go there.
In a country where opposition to the one party was an imprisonable offence, hence the leadership of those opposed operated in exile, people were it seems quite content via mild sunstroke and wine to seek oblivion.
The problems in eastern Europe were hard to mistake but those in Spain, Portugal and increasingly in Greece were blurred, these had tyrannical regimes, but they were our sort of tyrants.
I only ever think of them as "spiders", I think that is what they were called in the UK and the US.
When I was 17, I visited Spain and Portugal for the first time -- Franco's Spain and Salazar's Portugal. While I was aware of the politics, my desire to see the people and places outweighed that, same as when I went to Burma or Cuba.
Back when I was young, the only country on my "no go" list was South Africa (very easy to put it on that list because I had no idea that I would be able to travel the world some day). Since then, I must confess that Israel is sort of on that list. I don't refuse to go there but any trip there would obligatorily be combined with Palestine -- or else I don't want to go.
not quite the same (as i could and did cross the border), but a couple of years ago i was visiting frankfurt/oder (the east german frankfurt) and walked across the bridge into poland, walked once around a round-about there, and returned, just so i could say i had been abroad that year...
There's a new series on French television called Falco (apparently adapted from a German series - Der Letezte Bulle) about a policeman who awakes from a coma after 22 years. Naturally, when he is fully recovered physically, he reintegrates the police force (or else there'd be no reason for the series!). The first two episodes were remarkable when you think of everything that has changed in the world in 22 years -- mobile phones, the internet, smoking laws, fashion. One of the things that I enjoyed the most was that after finding that obviously his live-in girlfriend has moved on with her life, he learned that all of his things were put into storage all those years -- so he gets all of his vinyl LPs, his cassettes -- and his clothes. Those were his favourite clothes and he still loves them -- but it is so weird to see him dressed in 1991 fashion when everybody else is in 2013.
Life on Mars had a similar plot, although it was about time slippage, rather than a coma. The character goes back in time, not forward. It was orginally a BBC series, then there were American, Spanish, and Russian adaptations, and finally a BBC sequel.
Coincidentally, a young woman asked me for the time yesterday on the street, so I moved my wrist so she could see my watch correctly. She said she couldn't read it, that I had to tell her. I'm guessing she was under 30 years old, but not that young.
Lots of memories. Those duplicating machines Roneo or Gestetner were horrid. If I typed the wrong letter into the stencil it entailed using nail polish to cover the letter, wait for it to dry then type the correct letter through the polish.
Remember the old mangle for pressing water out of just washed laundry? 2 horizontally placed wooden cylinders, one on top of the other,connected to a long handle which when turned squeezed the water out of the sheets etc. You fed the sopping clothes in one side and got just wet ones on the other.
I recently saw one and asked my 30+ friend if she knew what it was. No idea...I gave clue after clue but had to demonstrate before she got it. Then she asked where it plugged into the power point.
Just remembered a "naughty" saying of the day..."Laugh?....I haven't laughed so much since Grandma caught her tits in the mangle!"
Travel! Set out and head for pastures new[br] Life tastes the richer when you’ve road worn feet.[br]Ibn Battuta[br]