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'I think I will not hang myself today'
Cheerful find of the week: there are chocolate calendars for Ramadan. I don't know why this pleases me so much, though I think the dreaded word 'assimilation' comes into it.
(The double tenth yesterday, fifteen years ago in Matsue with a double tenth matsuri happening and a troupe of boy sprouts by the castle stairs collecting for something or other, chorussing a genki 'Arigatou gozaimasu!' to the donors and, on double-checking my face, chorussing a genki 'Sankyuu!!!')
(The double tenth yesterday, fifteen years ago in Matsue with a double tenth matsuri happening and a troupe of boy sprouts by the castle stairs collecting for something or other, chorussing a genki 'Arigatou gozaimasu!' to the donors and, on double-checking my face, chorussing a genki 'Sankyuu!!!')
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That cracks me up. Growing up in Germany, advent calendars were one of my favourite things about the Christmas season. Living in Turkey ... I felt vaguely guilty about getting to eat during the day when they did not. But then, revenge was had on the day following Ramadan and we walked outside to utter carnage ... wee calf and lamb corpses as far as the eye could see (which ended up being more disturbing than actually attending a sacrifice -- since I could then gleefully tell everyone I'd witnessed a ritual sacrifice).