German traveller s diary 23rd January

 A new day in the tropics

No, I don't remember the dream I had last night. The night and dream had ended with the sounding of the drums and the sung morning prayer of the nearby monks, my consciousness woke up and persevered a little bit between the "door and angel" in the twilight state, to then give the impulse with a ruck: Get up! I quietly moved under and out of my protective canopy, pulled over a T-shirt (salmon red) and went just quietly into the kitchen to put on coffee water. After that I ate two bananas of the small and aromatic variety that grows everywhere here. I also turned on the router that is standing in the kitchen - at night it would only disturb our dreams with its radiation... With my milk coffee, I then went back to my bedroom and drove my laptop up. One report said the US Constitution would have been removed from the website of the new US President, whose name is now back on Terra Titanic - if this is not a sign of where the trip should go! This message was therefore worthy of me to spread further on my page. A glance at my email that I learned from a friend: 153 stevia seeds are on their way here as a base for future stevia plantings in Ceylon! Lakshman should be pleased, who had put in perspective a conversation with the island's agriculture minister on this Stevia matter. Whether we actually get a foot between the "door and angel" here probably depends more on the alignment of fate than on my efforts - everything is possible here, if it doesn't even step into place. Also a trip to the land which belongs to Lakshman's wife and which may be suitable for the Garden Cemetery project has he got for these days (today? ) announced. Yesterday I saw a free peacock crossing the road and then disappearing into nature, which made me very happy - I like peacocks very much, they are a kind of bird of paradise for me, although they are not considered to be the actual birds of paradise. At least I am not officially a part of this family and secretly I do. If I were a rich aristocrat with a beautiful landscape park - I like the English version of it -, this is how proud peacocks would cross through this and at will (awesomeness in the peacock kingdom? ) hit her bike and, if the "lady" is particularly sexy, put the bike into an excited vibration! In this I see a picture of the lust for life and not hedonism, since this is a natural matter and we should become as natural as possible. Or are there any objections from the back seats? If you've ever stood on the stage, you know that you can only see the front row, when the second one comes up, the rest of the audience room is around dark - which is good! You can't be afraid of the audience and you have to be as convinced of yourself as a reality star a la Donald Trump or better yet like an aging rock singer a la Mick Jagger, whom no one can steal the show - not even when you're over eighty, incredible! Will I last that long? Probably it's a matter of motivation and self-discipline to remain as an offer - the market decides the rest! So, do your thing and don't get misled - the world is full of discouraged haters trying to talk you out of your thing! When we do our thing together, all the better! For today, I still planned for the elephant documentary, that is, the war between humans and elephants, which demands hundreds of deaths on both sides every year, to prepare an English text, which should then come partly out of the box. For some of the footage, we'll drive to the elephant orphanage 40km away, where the animal orphans of the Elephant War live. Another part of the footgaes we will get from local news channels and the like, a cousin of Lakshman who is a teacher by profession is to work on the documentary project and editing - let's see how the project progresses. None of these projects are run by me for commercial reasons, it's always about me, not about any fame, which usually becomes annoying after a while...

In that sense, a new day, a new opportunity is here and wants to be lived by all of us. By the way, Mr. Trump's days are numbered and maybe he won't even make it to the four years he has left as the most powerful man of Terra Titanic.

Travelling diaries of a German travel in kandy 01

 The days start early in the tropics

At the sound of the drums and the subsequent chants of the monks, my previously dormant consciousness immediately switches on, or let's say it's halfway there, in an intermediate consciousness, which I find particularly intense, my self in this state between day and dream feels very beautiful. When awake, the mind is too dominant the activity of the neo-cortex, which then overpowers everything. Yesterday I had a good talk with Yasanna about meditation, which I understand lowering and pushing the thought process back on (as much as possible! ) Zero! She would like to go to Nilambe, where a meditation teacher introduces still inexperienced people from the industrialized west, if so today, into the art of meditation. He offers all kinds of variations that I can't even count them all. It starts from mindfulness meditation to kindness meditation. In my eyes, or let's say in my opinion, it's western civilization damaged coming here for repair, people like me do it themselves, others need a teacher or therapist for it. I don't know the motivation of the meditation teacher, it may be honorable, he is supposed to be doing this work for over 20 years and according to the laws of the market of supply and demand, he serves a demand that comes from the West - locals do not go to this meditation center. I compare the meditation teacher to an elementary school teacher who teaches children the basics of reading and writing, all of which has its right to exist - or is it just an economic niche the meditation teacher has found? Probably the truth, like so often, lies somewhere in between, and I said Yasanna, I would hold it more with Krishnamurti, who asked, "What do you need teachers and gurus for?" You must be your own teachers and gurus! " I don't like the esoteric market, although it certainly has its right to exist to a certain extent, but it remains a market and a lot of money will be used on this - which always attracts charlatans, who can also have "successes" due to the Placebo effect! Ultimately, the healed doesn't care how he came or arrives to his healing - only this healing needed requires sincere seriousness without second thought and selfish goals from the healer, which I count on every doctor to. A good doctor is someone who understands how to positively support and stimulate the body's self-healing processes - psychologically too! Since Yasanna knows the basic meditation, which I would like to call pure submerging meditation, she agreed with me that in principle it only depends on this and everything else that the human mind thinks about mindfulness-kindness-etc. Meditation variants figured out, only other places on the meditation menu for Westlers! As I said, they can and should be entitled to, but they are commercial and are primarily used to make money - which is justified to a certain extent, as humans have to eat. In the West, however, when hundreds of euros are charged for a two-or-three-day seminar for meditation and mindfulness, the balance is completely off and the local meditation teacher appears again in a modest light, as he works only on a donation basis - with accommodation in the dormitory and simple meals in this offer. are contained. But his efforts and expenses will also be richly rewarded in the end, as Westerners are engaged in this relationship (and one has been created during the retreat!) ) as a rule, do not let it lump and show this pecuniary out of an emotional overflow of gratitude. I have experienced situations in my life where the helper with a sincere gesture and somehow embarrassedly touched (because I wanted to give him money for his sincere help) showed this unmistakably. Everything with us depends on performance and counter performance, basta! Those who stop thinking and acting like that make themselves suspicious, may be mentally ill in the eyes of others. If he is rich, one will know how to take advantage of his open willingness to help quickly and perhaps put him in the position of a future beggar monk. All these thoughts were running through my head during the awakening process, then Lio appeared, who was the first wide awake and climbed out of the other bedroom window onto the balcony running all around and now stood noisely in front of my window. "Lio, get in! " I told him, but he wouldn't. I don't understand what he wanted, his articulation often leaves something to be desired. Even his mom still wanted to sleep, only he wanted everyone to get up now and let the day begin. I got up a little later and had to realize that there was no water in the bathroom, so the morning cold shower had to be cancelled. So for my morning coffee I took the water from a standby 5 litre drinking water bottle which we have to buy for Rs 400 daily - tap water is only enjoyable when boiled! Then as I sat happily with my coffee in my bedroom, I hear the two boys arguing, I wrote before: They're like Ying & Yang, antipodes. Also, there is a lot of jealousy between them, who gets more affection and I have to admit, I am often on the side of the little one, with whom a special event connects me, which makes him closest to my heart! We humans are rarely just, even if we make this our goal. I also speak for myself and work on myself - but we will always remain imperfect people. But people who live unreflected are not my cup of tea and I can't help them either because they don't want help. Only through self-reflection can a positive development begin...

Now Lio poops at my door crying and seeks shelter with me, to which I immediately open my door and comfort him. "I have got the chills!" ", he complains to me about which I read the Levites with Lio on the arm of Aramis and calls him to collect all the Q-tips that he scattered on the ground - for which he immediately declares himself ready without objections. Lio calms down and I can put him back on the floor, go back to my room to this text, which is now also simply declared completed by me and released to post. I hope to have "served" one or the other with this in some way and do so selflessly, don't want any "payment" for it. I also like to give some of my mental food to the "Nassauers"... - they need these the most!

Warmest and have a nice day in cold Germany

and where else desirable

yours frankly

Frank and the reconciled family by now

Postscript: Breakfast is now over, the kids love papaya with lemon juice, Aramis is now with the papaya seeds. The main course was "poor knight" with palm "honey" which the kids love in this combination. Now they are satiated and satisfied - maybe even happy. I sure am and Yasanna too as she just told me since she recognized where her problem was before. So knowledge can make you happy and I still wish you a lot of self- and world knowledge! 

Travelling diary of a German visitor in candy

 From Waran to Pelican

In the morning we went down to the bus, which runs several times per hour on weekdays and costs as good as nothing - for our conditions. He also came quite soon and was half empty and the trip went smoothly from Statten. The children really like to drive the bus and are totally absorbing all the impressions that can be spared here. On the other side of the river officially starts the city of Kandy, on this side of the river is Sirimalwatta where we are staying. In Kandy, the traffic will be very close very soon and after 20 minutes of driving time, we are already driving along the famous Kandy Lake and I suggested not to get out of the playground first. You only need to press a button and then you can enter or exit at any desired place - which is very practical. Said and done, we were already walking on the well-kept pavement along the lake and shortly after that, in a few meters distance, right below us on the seashore, I estimate it from head to tail at one and a half meters, which was just about to feed a large carp, which it there are in large quantities in the lake. Even real colorful Japanese kois we have seen swimming in the lake. The children were, of course, fascinated by the waran, the effort was to bring down the large carp in one piece...

When we finally went on, Aramis was always fascinated by the big fish he saw swimming in the lake a few meters away, we also saw a waran swimming in the lake, which had something of a crocodile at the first moment. Later we also saw two pelicans sitting on a fallen tree. The lake is teeming with beautiful old trees, some of which could be a few hundred years old and were in any case already here when I made my rounds around the lake here in 1997. Only it was much quieter then and many of the new buildings that are now standing in the hills around the lake, were not there then - not to mention the heavy traffic nowadays! Back then it was very vivid and when I think about the time when Hermann Graf Keyserling lived here in Kandy, more than 100 years ago, the contrast is even more incredible. At that time, in his travel diary of a philosopher, he wrote:

“Mesmerizing are the landscapes that rewind again and again in front of the delighted traveller who is led by the roller coaster of the sweltering Colombo to the chilly Kandy. The richness of the flora is immeasurable everywhere, but every elevation is particularly passed, so that when further outlook the eye over-looks not one nature, but many natures at once, which soon border shroffly against each other, soon pass over each other nuancedly, and everywhere in the perfect beauty that distinguishes the perfect sense. And now Kandy! This peaceful lake, framed by dark green mountains, surrounded by trees blooming like flowers, embedded in lush mattes — this lake with its uncertain, foggy colors, in which the bright sunlight is reflected only like in the echo, seems like a moonstone on a dark velvet ground. When I arrived, I was so excited that I immediately embarked on a long patrol. And when I returned home and sat down tired, in the comfortable recliner on a shady balcony, I thought to myself: you are in paradise. Here they are all, exceeding even your wildest expectations; your most immeasurable desires are fulfilled. You should be perfectly happy right now. "Although he was not completely happy, which was probably because of his stiffness - his brain was permanently active and I hope in his sleep he found the happiness that did not want to adjust during the day to meet all fulfilled expectations. We then walked a small side road up the hill, where any type of vehicles, like a sign said in Sinhalese and English, were forbidden. This side alley was full of children and it turned out that it was the way to one of the many international schools in Kandy - which by the way cost around 75 euros per month, and then there is transport by school bus, which is still for children who live in our area 9000 rupees, approximately 30 euros. Lots of money here in Sri Lanka and lots of citizens investing this money for their children's future! Often the father sends home from the Gulf states or from Australia monthly, many families are incomplete and miss an important member who mostly works abroad - in the Philippines and similar poor countries it is similar, mostly there are mothers who are abroad take your brown skin to the market! Let's just think back to the soccer World Cup in Qatar and how many people from the hunger-stricken countries had to lose their lives in the construction of the stadiums there! No one should be forced to earn support far from their family - not at all at the expense of their life or human dignity! In Kandy there are many girls schools and also private universities. Education is overrated here and I can remember a PISA study in which, for example, Vietnam took its place much further above than Germany. The motivation of students is much higher in countries like Sri Lanka or Vietnam and probably the pressure of parents who invest a lot of money in their children's future! A little later we walked up another side alley on one of the hills where we saw lots of Capuchin monkeys in the trees and on the roof of the Girls College where they live - the kids were excited, free-living monkeys in the middle of town! Later we found a nice playground and right next to it was a snack with many seating opportunities for locals, where we then had our lunch. For dessert, there was a chocolate ice cream with cashew seeds for everyone from another stall, which made us reach the highlight of today's trip. I then instinctively found the right way to the bus station and there I enquired the stop of our bus back to Sirimalwatta. It got quite full quickly and I had to stand the whole way, Aramis was allowed to sit next to the driver on the engine cover, which made him really proud! There were many more school children in their white school uniforms, who all had to stand and I was already getting out after the bridge to do some more walking and shopping for papayas. When I got home, Lio was already asleep and Yasanna was just taking a shower - Aramis was playing with the Lego bricks he brought. I’d also take a shower and then take a hat full of siesta nap. I then drove my laptop up to type this here. Enough reporting, my unknown ladies and gentlemen, it was a pleasure as always and it greets you from a tropical distance

Sincerely

Yours frankly

Frank & happy family 

Diary of a German traveller of his travels in Sri Lanka

 The spirit of Henry Miller is with me...

Sometimes he drives into me, is a part of me, I feel like Henry Miller, I feel his feeling back then, when he was still alive - a brother in spirit, a brother in spirit on the outside - in art. We live differently from the masses and feel differently, on the one hand we are admired by the masses and on the other, denied or even hated because we can and dare something they can't do. Yesterday evening, a moderate continuous rain set in and our circus visit fell straight into the water - which initially upset the children (and me), but on this Sunday we want to catch up with the visit. Only the continuous rain has not stopped yet, the monsoon season is not over yet. From my old "flight writer" blog - "ONLY FLYING IS MORE BEAUTIFUL! ", mental fly, a romantic poem fell into my lap, that I wrote once a long time ago. It's titled: "Comet Soars in the Night Sky" and it goes like this:

I want to dock at the

Brothers and sisters in spirit,

at the long-flying comets,

the receding fixed stars,

the cold moon,

like the scorching sun;

traveling with the homeless souls,

who have to come back,

until they realize :

There is nothing truer & more beautiful

as the greatness of life.

Greetings from the infinite cyberspace,

as long as my heart is still beating

for and on TERRA TITANIC...

It is supposed to open the mind to the cosmic, or should I say the cosmic infinite, something unimaginably large, something divine, that according to Christian commandment we are not supposed to make any sense of - but we are allowed to feel it! So today is Sunday, Aramis is sitting in his Lego corner and playing with the Lego stones, which he permanently builds new planes, spaceships and satellites - all of his own drive, without our instructions. Where does he get this interest, this talent? Lio and Yasanna are still sleeping under their canopy and the continuous tropical rain seems to promote this continuous sleeping. Waking up from such a deep sleep is like rebirth, it takes a while to reorient yourself in time and space, to remember your own identity, who you "really" are - this word should be avoided as a rule and replaced by the simple "actually"! Who you really are or could be! There is so much potential dormant in us, our lives could play out in so many other variations, there are many unlived possibilities within us. If we only turn left or straight at a crossroads in life instead of turning right, left or straight, our lives could take a completely different course - we will never know which option would have been or will be better for us, life is always about experimenting and the artist, especially the artist of life (and that should every performing and visual artist be), the biggest risk is taken in this life experiment, because he is at least playing safety and risking it completely. In this high rope act, the audience is standing far below him and some are secretly waiting for a wrong step, his fall, he works without a net. This different being separates us, prevents true communication among equal people, since we are not the same. The artist is, however, ready to take up the communication with the audience, to make himself understandable to them, as far as possible, there are differences between them. Where my previously quoted Comet Schweif poem is, I also found this old text of mine, which is supposed to find a fitting entry here:

"The world is waking up!

If you say that only five times a day, you automatically become anarchist. How would you wake up the world - if you were a musician? With a sonata for rusty can openers? Have you ever thought about it? Or do you rather keep sleeping? “

Based on the spirit of these words, these could be mine, but they come from Henry Miller's "The Air-Conditioned Nightmare", a work that inspires me again and again, which I like to honor through quotes here - it inspires you, unknown reader, perhaps too?! So continue with the text:

"A conscious humanity!

Have you ever tried to imagine what that would mean? Have you ever stopped even one minute in your life and considered what it would mean to mankind if they were completely aware of it, not to take advantage of it or to pity? Nothing can stop the advancement of a conscious humanity. Nothing will stop him.

How does one become aware of oneself? But remember first, it is very dangerous to be self-aware. Doesn't necessarily mean you have two cars and your own house with a piano in it. It means you suffer even more - that's the first thing you need to be clear about. But you shall not be dead, you shall not be indifferent, you won't be callous, scared and terrified, you won'T be nervous, you won' t throw rotten eggs 'cause you don't understand. You'll want to understand everything, even the unpleasant things. You will want to accept more and more - even the seemingly hostile, evil, threatening. Yes, you will become more and more like God. You won't have to answer the ad in a newspaper to figure out how to talk to God - no, not the God of your imagination, the strange and unexplained "coincidences"! Frankly Frank. God will be with you all the time. And if I know what I'm talking about, you'll listen more and talk less. “

Back to Ceylon or Sri Lanka, where Henry Miller unfortunately never got to in his variation of life - he would have liked it here, would have been embedded in his texts and I, as a quasi spiritual descendant, allow myself to do it in his place. Henry would have been delighted and delighted about a woman like Yasanna, would have also given birth to children with her and lived his "Big Sur" with her - which unfortunately happened to him without the mother of his children. But I live the other version, the version of the later days, which are full of joy and do not let yourself be dragged into the abyss of death imagination. HE comes when HE comes and I wish everyone an easy death - a friend once misunderstood this when I had formulated this wish accordingly. He thought at that moment I would wish him death - not at all, dear Dirk, I had wished you an easy death and that is the crown of life! Nothing is worse than a serious death with a long sight - it should be short and painless, preferably in sleep! Charly Chaplin aka Markus Wolf has entered eternity like this. Only this "gentle calm" on German tombstones is disgusting to me, just as I dislike German cemeteries in their way with cemetery orders and "lying times"! I guess that's why my project of the Buddha Garden-Cemetary is taking shape - Lakshman has now prepared a relevant paper to submit to the government office - I had already reported about it. Everything goes its course, only in the tropics everything takes longer - for western temperatures -, but it also goes its course here and we learn to be humbly patient again. Now that the rest of the family has woken up, let's see what this new day will bring? Perhaps a circus visit to the poorest circus in the world, to whom we will present an accordion from the undergone GDR, where we will make it blade again...

There's hope as long as we live and tomorrow's 20. January 2025, a Mister Donald Trump will be newly inducted into the office of the most powerful man on Terra Titanic to lead the fate of the world for four years - let's give him a chance and slap him if he plays it! So true GOD help us!

frank sinatra

 

  එක් රාත්‍රියක, frank sinatra සන්සෙට් බුල්වාර්ඩ් හි නිකී බ්ලෙයාර්ගේ ආපනශාලාවේ වාඩි වී, බර්ට් රෙනෝල්ඩ්ස්, ජිලී රිසෝ සහ සුපුරුදු මිතුරන් සමඟ පෝකර් සෙල්ලම් කළේය.  හෙක්ටර් නම් මෙක්සිකානු බේටර්වරයෙක් වේගයෙන් පැමිණ වීදුරු බන්දේසියක් බිම හෙළුවේ ඒවා සෑම තැනකම කුඩු පට්ටම් කරමිනි.  

නිකී බ්ලෙයාර් කෝපයෙන් කඩා වැදී දරුවා එම ස්ථානයේදීම රැකියා වෙන් අස්කළය.  ෆ්‍රෑන්ක් හිස ඔසවා, “විනාඩියක්, නිකී.  මේ වීදුරු වලට කීයක් විතර යයිද?"

   "මම දන්නේ නැහැ, මිස්ටර් එකක්, ඩොලර් විස්සක් විතර වෙයි, ඇයි?"

 ෆ්‍රෑන්ක් ඔහුගේ එක ආරක්ෂකයෙකුට සංඥාවක් ලබා දුන් අතර, ඔහු මුදල් තොගයක් ගෙන  නිකීට දුන්නේය.

   “මට ඩොලර් හාරදහස් පන්සියයක වටිනා වීදුරු ගෙනෙන්න,” ෆ්‍රෑන්ක් ඔහුට කීවේය.

   ආපනශාලා හිමියා  වීදුරු සිය ගණනක් කලබලයෙන් පිටතට ගොස් සිනාත්‍රාගේ පාමුල තැබීය.  ඊළඟට, ෆ්රෑන්ක් අස්කළ වේටර්වරයාට කතා කළේය. 

   "හෙක්ටර්, ඔයාට මේ විදුරු ටික ඔක්කොම පේනවද?"  ඔහු ඇසුවේය.

   ඔව් ඔහු කීවේය

   “හොඳයි.  දැන් ඒවා කඩන්න".

    ඔහු වහාම සියලු වීදුරු කුඩු කළේය. 

  එවිට ෆ්‍රෑන්ක් නිකීට මෙසේ කීවේය: “මම මෙහි එන සෑම අවස්ථාවකම මෙතන වැඩ කරනවා දකින්න මට අවශ්‍යයි.  මම කියන දේ තේරෙනවද?"

    "මම හැමදාම හෙක්ටර්ට කැමැත්තෙන් හිටියේ" නිකී සිනහසෙමින් කීවේය.

 බර්ට් රෙනෝල්ඩ්ස් ද මේ කතාව නිව්යෝර්ක් පෝස්ට් පුවත්පතට පවසා ඇත.  ඉන් අනතුරුව තමන් පිටව යාමට නැගී සිටි බවද ඔහු වැඩිදුරටත් පැවසීය.  ඔහු යන්නේ කොහේදැයි සිනාත්‍රා ඔහුගෙන් විමසූ අතර රෙනෝල්ඩ්ස් පිළිතුරු දුන්නේ, “ගෙදර.  මට මගේ අද සිනාත්‍රා කතාව ලැබුණා.

Hefty visa fee

 I haven't been to Sri Lanka for almost three decades and am currently rediscovering it - with a stay of almost three months. To do this, we had to apply for a three-month visa at the Sri Lankan embassy in Berlin, which cost 143 euros per adult - a hefty price as an entrance fee and, in my opinion, an obstacle to tourism, which could be a future mainstay of this beautiful island with potential. The garbage problem also stands in the way of this, i.e. the garbage on the roadside, in nature and in the water. As a development project, I propose the establishment of a think tank, which would have to be staffed by suitable people or be founded by these suitable people themselves - they should be free and creative thinkers. Frank-Reg. Wolff and family, Kandy

කෙසෙල් පැලය

 පුංචි රාල කෙහෙල් පැලයක් ගලවා හවසට පැල කරන්නට සිටියද ඔහුට එය ළිඳ ළඟඅමතක විය. 

දවස් තුනකට පසු ටිකිරා පුංචි රාළ වෙතට පැමිණ ඔහුගෙන් මේ පිළිබඳව ඇසුවේය. 

තමාට එය අමතක වුණු බව පෙන්නන්නට අකමැති වූ පුංචිරාල කුඩා සිනහවක්  මුවට නංවාගෙන 

" ඇයි උඹ දන්නෙ නැද්ද කෙහෙල් පැළයක් දවස් දෙක තුනක් පැළ කරන්නට කලින් ගලවල තියන්ට ඕනෑ කියල'

යනුවෙන් පැවසුවේ ටිකිරා එය නොදැන සිටීම පිළිබඳව ඔච්චමට සිනහ වන ආකාරයෙනි. 

ගමේ සාර්ථකම එසේම ධනවත්ම ගොවියා වන පුංචිරාළ ගේ මෙම ක්‍රමවේදය  තමා නොදැන සිටීම ගැන ටිකිරා ලැජ්ජාවට පත්වුවත් ඔහු එය නොපෙන්වා මේ කෙහෙල් පැළය පිළිබඳ විමසිල්ලෙන් කල්ගත කළේය. 

නිතරම පුංචි රැල්ලගේ නිවසට එන ටිකිරා  මේ ගස  ශීඝ්‍රයෙන් වැවී මාස නමයකින් ලොකු කැනක් වැටුණු අයුරු දුටුවේය. 

ඉන්පසු ටිකිරාද එලෙස පැළ සිටුවන්නට පටන් ගත් අතර මේ තොරතුර  කටින් කට ගොස් ගමේ සියලු දෙනාත් අහල ගම්වල  ගම්වැසියනුත් මේ පුරුද්ද පටන් ගත්හ. 

දැන් මේ පුරුද්ද ක් රට හැම තැනම කරති. 

එදා පුංචිරාළගේ ඒ කෙහෙල් පැළය ඔහු පැල කරන්නට යෙදුණේ ගෙදර වත්තේ පරණ වැසිකිලි වලක බව, ටිකිරා දැනසිටියේ නැත.

සුදු වහලීය

 මම මේ දිනවල  නැපෝලියන් යටත් වූ ඉංග්‍රීසි ජාතික  අද්මිරල් මේට්ලන්ඩ් ගේ ඒ පිළිබඳ පොත කියවමින් සිටිමි. 

ඔහු වරක් constantinople නගරයේ දී දුටු වහල් වෙළඳපොළක් පිළිබඳ විස්තරය  ඉතාම රසවත් වූ නිසා පරිවර්තනය කරන්නට සිතුණි. 

"1829 ඔක්තෝබර් 12- අප වරායෙන් පිටතට පැමිණ අසල තිබූ වහල්  වෙළඳපොළට පැමිණියෙමු. එය කුඩා චතුරස්‍රයක තිබුණු අතර චතුරස්‍රය මැද තරමක නිවාස කිහිපයක් විය. චතුරස්‍රයේ කෙළවර දෙකේ ම ඔවුන් විකිණීමට අවස්ථාව එනතුරු වහලුන් තබා ගැනීමට කුඩා කාමර කිහිපයක් විය. 

මේ කාමරවල ඉදිරිපස තිබූ ලී වේදිකා මත කළු ජාතික කාන්තාවන් සහ ගැහැණු ළමයින් කිහිප දෙනෙකු මම දුටුවෙමි. සුදු ජාතික පිරිසක් කාමර ඇතුලේ සිටියහ. 

වේදිකා දෙක මැද තිබූ ඉඩ වහලුන් මිලදී ගන්නට පැමිණි  තැනැත්තන් සඳහා වෙන්කර තිබිණ. 

චතුරස්‍රයේ තවත් කෙළවරක කලූ ජාතික පිරිමින් සහ ළමයි කණ්ඩායමක් පැනයාම වැළැක්වීමට කකුල් වලට මාංචු දමා සිටියහ. ඔවුන් අසල වැදගත් පෙනුමක් තිබූ සුදු ජාතිකයකු පයිප්පයක් උරමින් පුටුවක ඉඳගෙන සිටියේය. ඔහුගේ විස්තර අපට දැනගැනීමට නොලැබුණු නමුදු ජෝර්ජියානුවකු වන ඔහුගේ අයිතිකරු මිය ගිය නිසා ඔහු විකිණීම සඳහා ඉදිරිපත් කර ඇති බව පමණක් දැනගන්නට ලැබුණි.

නමයට පමණ  වෙළඳපොලේ ප්‍රධානියා පැමිණි අතර එහි කටයුතු පටන් ගැනුණි. මුලින්ම කළු ජාතික තරුණ කාන්තාවන් දෙදෙනෙකු  විකිණීම සඳහා ඉදිරිපත් කරන ලද අතර ශබ්ද නගන්නකු ඔවුන් රැගෙන ලන්සු කෑගසමින් වෙළඳපොළ තුළ ගමන් කළේය. යම් ගැනුම්කරුවකු ඔහුගේ මුදල කෑගැසූ පසු වෙළෙන්දා ද එම  ලන්සුව ගැනුම්කරුවන්ට කෑ ගසා කියන අතර  වෙනත් කෙනෙකු  ඊට ඉහළ ගණනක් ඉදිරිපත් කරන තුරු එසේ සිදුවෙයි. 

කෑ ගසන්නන් කිහිප දෙනෙකු මෙම කාර්යයෙහි යෙදුන අතර ඒ සෑම කෙනෙකු පසුපසම වහලෙකු ගමන් කළේය. 

අවසානයේ වයස දාසයක පමණ රූමත් සුදු තරුණියක් විකිණීම සඳහා ඉදිරිපත් කෙරුණි.

ඇය කුමන මිලකට ඉල්ලීම් ලැබුවාදැයි මම මුලින් නොදැක්කේ අප සිටින පැත්තට ම ඇය පැමිණියේ ටික වේලාවකට පසුව නිසාය. 

lambrino නමැති අපගේ පරිවර්තකයා ඇය ඉදිරියෙන් යන කෑගසන්නාගෙන් ම ඇයට දැනට මිල වී ඇති ගණන කීයදැයි ඇසුවේය. පියස්ට්‍රේස් 1200 ක් බව ඔහු කීවේය. 

මෙයින් කෝපයට පත් වූ තරුණිය  "බල්ලෙක් වැනි මුහුණක් ඇති ඔබට ැති ප්‍රයෝජනය කුමක්ද" යනුවෙන් අපගේ පරිවර්තකයාගෙන් ඇසුවේය. ඔහුට ඇත්තෙන්ම එවැනි මුහුණක් තිබුණ නිසා එතන සිටි පිරිස අතර සිනහවක් පැතිර ගියේය. නමුත් ඇය රැගෙන ගිය වෙළෙන්දා ඇයගේ ඉක්මන් කෝපය පෙන්වීම පිළිබඳව කෝපයට පත්ව  ඇයට බිය වැදුණේ, එයින් ඇගේ මිල පහත වැටෙන බව සිතූ නිසාය.

ටික දුරකින් හාන්සි පුටුවකට වී දුම් පයිප් එකක් උරමින් සිටි වයස හතලිහක පමණ තුර්කි ජාතිකයෙකු ඔවුන් කැඳවා ගෙන ඇය පරීක්ෂා කළේය. 

මුලින්ම ඇගේ අතින් අල්ලාගෙන උරහිස තෙක් පරීක්ෂා කළ ඔහු  පසුව ඇය කිට්ටුවට කර ඇයගේ ගවුම ඉදිරියෙන් විවෘත කර ඇයගේ පපු ප්‍රදේශය පරීක්ෂා කළේය. මේ පරීක්ෂා කිරීම පිළිබඳව තරමක් කලකිරීමකින් මෙන්  සිටි තරුණියට, ඔහු පියස්ට්‍රේස් 1300 කට ඇය ඉල්ලූ විට නැවත ත් එම කලකිරීම නැති වූ බව පෙනුණි. ඔහු ඇයගේ මුහුණ වසා තිබූ දුහුල් රෙද්ද ඉවත් කර න්න ඇයගේ මුහුණත් සහ දත් ද  පරීක්ෂා කළේය.

මෙලෙස අශ්වයන් මෙන් ම මිනිසුන් විකිණීම බලා සිටීමට නොහැකි නිසා අපි එතනින් ඉවත් වූයෙමු."