Moving des trucs to Blogger
P.S. I have been told I should stop complaining... average flat hunt in Geneva is 'normal' to last 5 months. Next month I'll start complaining then.
P.S. I have been told I should stop complaining... average flat hunt in Geneva is 'normal' to last 5 months. Next month I'll start complaining then.
While recently discussing ESC rights violations decomposed on gender, marriage and Swiss politics, I have been told that married women in Switzerland do not receive tax return slips. One might wonder if married women in this country are exempted from paying taxes. It’s true that such affirmative action might wash away ‘some’ of the incommensurate shame brought by the gender record of the Appenzell Innerrhoden canton. This marvel-of-direct-democracy-canton managed to ‘grant’ women the right to vote – only after it was ‘helped’ by a decision of the Federal Supreme Court – as early as in 1990 !!! (I cannot help noticing that the name of the mentioned Canton contains the word ‘[H]oden’ which in German means ‘testicles’… any link to the manly cantonal politics?!)
So, you ignorant wishful thinker, of course we have discrimination but not the positive sort. Sadly, at stake is the continuation of the gendered societal model which requires that a joint tax return be submitted in the name of the husband; thus, a wife has no separate existence as a taxpayer. As pointed out earlier, this is not surprising but it remains disgusting. Some food for thought for women on the point of getting married in this great Saudi Swissyland!
I am working for some time now and particularly intense this week on economic, social and cultural rights. As a visual intro in my new topic ESC rights trucs see this movie. If it does not challenge you – it should!!! – than at least it’s funny!
But, why am I throwing words away on this issue?! Common sense tells me Mr. Frattini is not an ignorant. Well, he must be acting in mala fide. The one of the most disgusting sort: post-electoral mala fide…
My hope, no, in fact my belief is that institutions – be they national or the European ones – will compensate human ‘failure’ and humans themselves will overcome scapegoatish temptations and continue building institutions.
Below you can find an article on pollution with lead near Bucharest and the consequences on children’s health. Beyond the seriousness of the problem, I found the following aspects interesting:
· the ‘complex’ links between the ministry of economy and the presumed polluter.
· the choice of the researcher – to tell or not to tell – when, as is hinted in the article, his/her job might be at stake.
· the ‘reputation’ of Romanians as unreliable or in other words lasa-ma sa te las.Le Courrier, 24 Avril 2008
Let’s try to do a (tragic) mental exercise. Imagine that one day in Europe all the kebab places suddenly close their doors. All! Two weeks gone and sill no kebab is being served. No, no, no… do it for real! Close your eyes and feel it, one entire long month without kebab… Love goes through the stomach or so the proverb says. I wish this was true, hence love for the people selling the kebab would be as big as the love for kebab itself. I wonder how immigration laws coming from such loving people would look like…
& beauty...
Shortly after the revolution in Romania – before/after the revolution is my personal Before Christ/Anno Domini time scale – I went to Austria for the summer. My first time outside the still grey Romania. Once there, I frenetically collected plastic bags; I remember I brought a tone of such colorful bags back home. There was nothing more chic and stirred more envy than going 'shopping' at the bakery around the corner with such a 'cool' plastic bag. A sort of unofficial beauty contest was going, who has the coolest plastic bag from dincolo (that means literally beyond/on the other side and is to be understood as abroad). Fascination for plastic bags; everyone was collecting them and repudiating the ‘old’ bags made out of fabric. And then I just gave them up at one point. And it hit me years later, while watching this, that in my mind plastic bags were symbols of the West and fabric ones of the grey communism. And yes I stopped dancing with the plastic bags because I had stopped believing in this symbolism.
Finding a – bigger in my case – flat in Geneva is proverbially a nightmare. I am living it for 3 months and still have no hopes to get out of the bad dream-stream soon.
A 3 rooms flat in Geneva means 2 ‘real’ rooms and 1 kitchen. As I have been told, ‘the kitchen is furnishable, so you can live in it!’. The symbolistic of this innovative interpretation of the kitchen space should suffice to grasp the coordinates of the housing issue in Geneva . In 3 months, we found around 10 apartments that would suit our needs – and we are not picky, no no no, I am far from adequate housing concepts, I am talking about roof- over-the-head and 45-50m2 criteria for two people with many many books. We applied to all 10 – complicated stuff to apply, fill in form, send salary slips, official proof that you have no debts and pray if you are not an atheist. We got 6 refusals. What’s the deal?
Acc. to a prof. of mine only 5% of the market is mobile, the rest is owned by financial institutions which prefer to keep the apartments empty rather than renting them(?). Almost nothing is being build – no, no, you are not right, total permanent immigration declined ‘somewhat’, however the demand for flats continues to be huge. So the regies, the wonderful private firms that administer the buildings with the very few dream and not-so-dream flats are the key actors here. And they are many, many, so so many that it takes me 2 hours per day to check the websites of aprox. 30% of them. You would expect the competition to give them incentives to treat you, the customer, decently. Wrong, huge demand and tiny offer, a sort of oligopoly where not the sellers are few but the sold products. And you as a customer are a huge-immense-absolute nothing!
So what’s my problem? I want the state – make it cantonal cos we are in Swissyland – to regulate. I want them to make sure that the mighty regies inform you about the status of your application and the criteria they used to reject it. I want to know that I am not rejected because I am a woman or an – I hate this horrible so-much-telling word – Ausländer. And this call for regulation comes from someone that gets close to physically violent when she hears words such as 'comrade', a true Eastern European that is grateful for having lived during communism to understand how absolutely deeply she values market economy.
And the perspective…
I am in the HR ‘business’ so I am aware of the many many homeless people around the world. Still that did not give me the perspective. On Sunday however a friend, 28, healthy, had a heart attack and died. And yes, my housing worries become suddenly superfluous. Nonetheless, today on the day of his funerals, I am searching the 20 or so regies' websites… maybe a new apartment appeared in my nightmarish immobilier market economic hell. I don’t have the same zeal though…