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Easter with dyed eggs

It was my first time, celebrating Easter with dyed eggs. It turned out to be very excited, dying, rubbing and crushing the eggs according to the Orthodox tradition. Last Sunday, I discovered this unusual activity and I loved it. Moreover, knowing that is not vague. Hristo, my accomplice, guided me in this. He explained me that the first egg has to be painted red -actually, ours, got pink color- and simbolizes the egg that Maria put below the cross and got painted for Christ's blood. Sound interesting, right? Then, when you have the egg ready, dry and pretty, you rub it in the face of your loved ones, making a cross and wishing them health and strenght. Then when you have all your art placed on the basket ready at the table, you have to select one egg to fight with other person's egg, haha, seriously. Well you just chash them gently, but the strongest, that one remains intact, simbolizes healthiness during the next year. Hristo told me these eggs have to been eaten with a ceremonial sweet bread called kozunak, according to the Bulgarian tradition. I love the multicultural exchanges, the diversity, how the universe extends, knowing other uses and customs.

Invention for Viki: Sailor's Romance

Sailor’s romance is an adventurous Italian drama about the relationship in the ship’s life of two young dreamers, crewmembers in a cruise line. Tanita, part of the show met Francesco in the crew talent show. This good-looking officer, passionate of music didn’t miss any show just to admire that Asian beauty at the stage. She started to notice that crush, but it was not until she prepared a dance for the crew talent-show where the white uniformed one stopped before the stage, just to wish her: "break a leg" and grab her with a snatched kiss. Is not that cute? I bet you visualize it. Well don't loose your time and watch it, here, on Viki. Desde esa noche, este par no ha dejado de navegar en un vaivén amoroso lleno de aventuras que va desde un carnaval colorido en el exótico caribe hasta unos sueños contados en largas noches estrelladas del último piso del barco. Sin olvidar mencionar su compartida pasión por el escenario. Tanita y Francesco te envolverán en un fabuloso drama excepcional. No te lo pierdas y síguela en Viki.

It is amazing to inform you that you can already download the screensaver of Sailor’s Romance, made it for Dominico Masciopinto, art director of this Italian hit. ¿Sabias que el actor Rodolfo Valentino, quien caracteriza a Francesco se sometió a seis meses de entrenamiento físico para adquirir ese cuerpo tan escultural? Sin embargo Jeeja Yanin, sólo se tiñó el pelo para protagonizar a Tanita.

Get in! and wear nautical, like your Stars in Sailor’s Romance: Tanita worn this nails design the last chapter of the first season, during the nautical music show. And Francesco is using this cool bracelet. Don’t lose any chapter of this amazing drama!

Un poco de barco a la deriva/ A bit of drift boat

Me levante poco antes del announcement como si un presentimiento me alertara de lo que pasaba. Lo primero que hice fue checar mis mensajes en facebook, desde mi kndl cerca de mi almohada, y justo leí de mi madre: - Que dios te proteja. Como una intuición de madre efectiva. Entonces el “Alpha Team, Alpha Team-Engine Room” sono. Estaba a punto de explicarle a mi madre lo que pasaba. Pero ni siquiera yo estaba segura de ello. Solo reconocí que era un fuego pero yo no debia hacer nada al respecto sino mantenerme alerta. Entonces quise escribir: –Gracias mamita. Pero ahí, no hubo más señal. No puedo negar que me asuste, mas sabiendo de donde se originaba, pues precisamente ahí, tiempo atrás, las fallas, se veían viniendo. Y claro, por la hora que marcaba: era cerca de las 6 AM. Definitivamente no era cualquiercosa. Bueno, después escuche que la cruise director menciono que se evitaran las escaleras 50, aquellas de la parte trasera del barco. Y después, que el área del piso cero estaba sin acceso. Empecé a escuchar ruido de mis vecinos. Me cambie rápido. Agarre mi lifejacket. Me asome al pasillo: Mire cuellos alargados. Todos en espera al siguiente anuncio. Se dijo que el fuego estaba bajo control que no era necesario ir a la Master Station, aunque algunos crewmembers ya lo habían hecho, pero con eso, solo acrecentaron el pánico. Claro, y mas cuando de pronto el power se apago. Trate de despertar mi roomate, pero tardo en reaccionar. Con el tiempo se supo por algunos jefes de departamentos vecinos que el humo había llegado hasta el piso ocho. Entre vecinos nos preguntábamos que hacer en caso de “Abandon the slip”: Ir directo a la master station? Ir a auxiliar a los guests? Yo pensaba en mi emergency duty… Chinn estoy en el piso 1 en la escalera 100. Muy cerca de donde el fuego. Me dijo una: Que quieres ser una heroe? O salvar tu vida? Y pensaba, bueno cual es el camino mas rápido para llegar mi master station? Bajando al cuarto, tomo el starboardside y luego bajo uno. Cual es el número de mi life raft? -26 Bueno el tiempo pasaba y la cruise director y el capitán nos mantenían al tanto, como la situación se iba superando. Hasta que nos convencimos y decidimos volver a la cama. Todavía me preguntaba a que hora reanudaremos actividades? Me tocaba estar en Photogallery en un par de horas. El supervisor es mi vecino de enfrente y me dijo. Vete a dormir, no hay power. Así no se trabajara. Bueno cuando desperté el barco se sentía ladeado hacia el lado izquierdo. Y eso me preocupo. Aunque después los constantes announcements de la cruise director nos convencía de que no era nada importante. Ese día en su transcurso: los vanos dejaron de funcionar. Recuerdo un announcement que decía. Para hacer del dos use las bolsas rojas que los stewards dejaran en sus cabinas y en el caso del uno, porfavor use la regadera. Las cabinas estaban oscuras, solo siguen iluminadas por los pasillos. Imaginate la travesia. Como se era de esperarse los recursos se agotarian y recibimos ayuda con algunos supplys de Elation alrededor de las 6pm. Y hoy día de Conquest, alrededor de medio día. La gente ha hecho tenderetes en los pasillos, en los open decks. Hoy abrimos Photo Gallery y repartimos fólders y bolsas para que todos se sirvieran de fotos gratis. La gente ya esta tranquila. Ahora sabemos que el jueves llegaremos a Alabama y que ahora mismo February 11th alrededor de las 9pm somos jalados por dos remolcadoras. No tenemos señal, solo cuando los hermanitos de Carnival se han acercado. Ya pude mandarle un mensaje a mi familia y enamorado. Cuarto día de barco a la deriva. Estamos casi al fin de esta decadencia. Afortunadamente no ha sido tan mala como cuando en el Splendor, nosotros tenemos baños y electricidad funcionando a medias. Ellos no tenían absolutamente nada de esos servicios, tengo entendido. Los pasajeros comen y toman comida para “al rato” por gula, con locura. Eso, para el crewmember ha sido muy resentido. Ayer vinieron, dos helicópteros a traer más provisiones. Estos dos días últimos, el departamento de fotografía hemos patrullado del piso uno al cinco. El horario fue de 6pm a 12am. A mi me toco el deck 4 junto con Mignon. Ninguna anomalía, solo uno que otro fumando. La gente jugaba cartas, leía, platicaba, cantaba, se acurrucaba, se quejaba, se chiqueaba. A los clientes se les reembolsara un crucero, todo el dinero gastaron durante los tres días de crucero “normal” –antes del accidente- su pasaje de vuelta a casa y $500 dlls por cada persona. Entre los compañeros ha habido una que otra fricción, entendible claro, con la tension creada durante estos días: unas mentadas de madre por ahí, jetas largas por allá. Pero por otra parte, al principio se llego a sentir una unión, una complicidad. Recuerdo una charla en el Dreams Studio, un lugar agradable que pareciera parte de un departamento de alguien, muy chic, y que en estos dias lo hemos utilizado como refugio y cine casero; Yo dije: - Dicen que las situaciones catastroficas unen mas a las personas: a los amigos, a los enamorados... Luca, un exyugoslavo, dijo: Si lo creo, cuando mi país estaba en guerra, y yo tenia que huir de las bombas juntos con mis amigos, cuando yo era un adolescente, se convirtió en algo que nos hizo mas amigos, porque nos marco a todos en una misma etapa de vida. Yo me quede, plup! Decías algo Leilany? Bueno, aun no se sabe que será de nosotros, si nos transfieran de barco, si nos manden a casa, quienes se quedaran en drydock. Lo que mas me pregunto es como esta mi familia? Que han de estar imaginando? Y lo que mas grito internamente es: ESTOY BIEN! Bueno, también se dice que los momentos de crisis son momentos de cambios y oportunidades. Ya quiero ver cuales son los efectos. Hoy llegaremos a Alabama alrededor de las 4pm. Nos han pedido nuestra colaboración para gestionar la salida, pues imagínate que se espera de cerca de 3000 pasajeros desesperados por salir. Y nosotros, aun en intriga: no sabemos si pasaremos la noche en el barco o en un hotel cercano. Veremos. Aun recuerdo, una noche anterior al accidente, cuando salude a uno de los oficiales de engine room: -Como estuvo tu día? Como va todo en el engine room? -Busy, busy, pero yo le doy una semana para que todo funcione a la perfección. Ayer se lo recordé, me dijo: Bueno, así es la vida, cambia de repente. Seriously!? Vaya ironias. ______________________________________________________________________________________ I woke up before the announcement, like a 6th sense alerted me about what was happening. The first that I did, was to check my messages in Facebook, from my Kindle, close to my pillow, and I just read from my mom: -God protects you. Mom’s intuition proved right. Then the "Alpha Team-Engine Room" sounded. Alpha Team is the code for fire, which is the most dangerous disaster on a ship. I was about to explain to my mother what was going on. But I was not even sure about it. I just recognized that there was a fire but I should not do anything, just stay aware. I wanted to write: “Thank you, mom”, but there was not any signal. I can not deny I got scared; moreover, knowing where was the origin of the fire. Precisely there, not long ago, was where the failures were coming from. And of course, the time was 6 AM. Definitely, it was not anything. Well, later on, I heard the cruise director mentioned to avoid stairs 50, those ones from the back of the boat. Then, that the area of deck 0 was without access. I started hearing noises from my neighbors. I got changed quickly. I grabbed my life-jacket. I went out in the corridor: I saw long necks. Everybody was waiting for the next announcement. It said the fire was under control and it was not necessary to go at the Muster Station, however some crew-members were already there, but this panicked even more guests. Furthermore, the panic increased when the power suddenly turned off. I tried to wake up my roommate, but she was slow to react. With the time I was known from some heads departments that the smog reached until deck eight. Between neighbors were asking us what to do in case of "Abandon the ship": Go directly to the muster station? Go to help the guests? I was thinking about my emergency duty... I am in deck one, stairs 100, very close from the fire. Someone told me: What!? Do you want to be a hero? or Save your life? And then I thought “What is the fastest way to get my Muster Station?”. Get down to the forth one, then starboard-side and go down until one. Which is the number of my raft? 26. Well, the time passed and the cruise director and the captain were keeping us posted, and how the situation was getting under control. Until we convinced and go back to bed. Still I was wondering What time are we going to start activities? I have to be on Photo-gallery in a couple of hours. The supervisor was my in front neighbor. He said: Go to bed, there is not power, so no work. Well, when I woke up, the boat was leaned towards the left side. And I got worry. However after the frequent announcements about it, They said It was nothing important. That day the bathroom did not work anymore. I remember one announcement from the hotel director: "To do number two, use the red bags, the stewards will leave them in your cabins. To do number one, please use the shower". The cabins were totally dark, only the corridors were illuminated. Imagine the sailing. As it was expected, the resources came depleted and we received help with some supplies from Elation, around 6PM. And the next day from Conquest, around noon. The people slept in corridors and open decks. We opened Photo Gallery to give folders and bags for everybody so they could take their pictures for free. People started to look tranquil. Now we know that on Thursday will arrive to Alabama and right now February 11th around 9 PM we are pulled for two tugs. We don't have any signal, only when our Carnival siblings get closed to us. I could sent a message to my family and boyfriend. Fourth day of drift boat We are almost at the end of this decadence. Fortunately It hasn't been so bad as when on Splendor, we half have some bathrooms and power working. They did not have any of those services, I have understood. The guests eat and drink by gula, with craziness. That, for the crew-members, has been very resented. Yesterday two helicopters came with more supplies. These last days, the Photo-department have patrolled from deck one to five. The schedule was from 6PM to 12AM. People was playing cards, reading, chatting, complaining, cuddling... The guests were reimbursed. Between workmates have had some frictions, understood, of course, because the tension during these days:insults from here, long faces from there. On the other hand, we started to feel an union, a complicity. I remember one chat in the Dreams Studio, a nice place that seems like a chic apartment, and these days we had used it like a refuge and a home cinema. I said: It is said that catastrophic situation joins more to people: friends, in love ones... Luca, an ex-Yugoslavian, said: I think so, because when my country was on war, i had to escape from bombs together to with my friends, when I was teenager, It became in something that make us more friends, because It marked to everybody in a same stage of life. I was like: plop! Did you say something Leilany? Well, It is not known What should it be of us? If we are going to be transferred, If we are going to go home, Whose are going to stay in dry-dock? What I most think is How is my family? What are they imagine? y What I most shout internally is: I am OK! Well, also It is said that in the crisis moments are of changes and opportunities. I want to know which are these reactions. Today We'll arrive to Alabama around 4PM. It has been requested our collaboration to manage the exit, just imagine what could be expected of 3000 guests in despair to get out. And us, still in intrigue: We do not if we'll pass the night on board or any nearby hotel. We'll see. I still remember, one night before the accident, when I greeted one of the officers from the engine room: -How was your day? How is everything in the engine room? -Busy, busy, but I give one week to everything work perfectly. Yesterday, I reminded to him. He said: -Well, that's life, It changes suddenly. I was like: Seriously!? What an ironies!

En la nave / On the nave

En la nave, se vive una vida paralela que transita al mismo ritmo que la real, la que esta en casa, donde los lazos mas fuertes se encuentran... aqui es como un sueño, como un videojuego que hay que jugar para alcanzar el mundo que anhelas. Su exótica parafernalia la componen, en su gran mayoria, sus personajes, especimenes curiosos multicultarales que figuran unas hormigas arduas dentro de la torre de babel: -Tarana! -Muyei thumpsei piaare! -Ciao. Come vai? -mui bem. - I'm pissed off -bra bra Es un ir i venir de: ve por eso, levanta, atiende, recoge... soluciona, delega. Mi nave babel flotante en un azul, que no distingue entre cielo y mar... y que por las noches se ilumina con el astro beteado a lado de las estrelllas guiñantes. Y es ahi, cuando el ensimismo se apodora de uno... y la mente recrea peliculas de la vida que paso, transita y se desea. ______________________________________________________________________________________ On the nave, you live a parallel life that transits at the same time than the real one, that one that is at home, where the strong ties are... here is like a dream, like a videogame that is necesary to play to win the longed world. Its exotic paraphernalia is composed by, overall, multicultural specimens that seem ants inside a babel tower. -Tarana! -Muyei thumpsei piaare! -Ciao. Come vai? -mui bem. - I'm pissed off -bra bra It is a going and coming of: go for it, lift, attend, pick up... solve, delegate. My floating babel nave in a blue that doesn't distinguish between sea and sky... and by the nights gets illuminated with the marbled astro together to stars. An then It is there when one gets rapt and mind recreates movies of the life that passed, transits and is wished.

Tom y Muriel/Tom and Muriel

Tom y Muriel a la mesa del comedor. Muriel alarga el brazo con la servilleta para limpiarle la crema de la orilla del labio a su acompañante. Tom le da las gracias con una sonrisa. Muriel sobre ruedas recorre el piso nueve del crucero, mientras Tom le dice al oído y empuja la silla: "He pasado un tiempo muy agradable contigo". Juntos recargados en el barandal de la proa mientras escuchan a lo lejos la musica del bar se dan un beso apasionado como locos adolescentes. "Bravo, Bravo, Portside" se esucha de las bocinas del barco. De Tom y Muriel sólo han quedado sus zapatos y su complicidad enamorada a tráves de largos años, flotando en el aire. ______________________________________________________________________________________ Tom and Muriel at the dinning room table. Muriel stretches the arm with the napkin to clean up the cream in the lip of her partner. Muriel over wheels transits the deck nine of the cruise, while Tome says to her ear, holding the chair: "I have passed a nice time with you". Together, leaning in the rail of the bow, listen the music from the bar and they passionately kiss each other like a young couple. "Bravo, Bravo, Portside" it is listen from the speakers of the ship. From Tom and Muriel, just left shoes and a lovely complicity throught the years, flowing in the air.