I hope I got the Italian right in the title of this photo essay.
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It was a gorgeous day outside yesterday and I couldn't help myself.
In Russia and Ukraine, the old ladies congregate in front of apartment blocks to uncover crimes committed by the local residents. Most girls are determined to be "prostitutes". A friend was found out as an "alcoholic" and his brother a "bandit".
They also feed stray animals, and there are many stories of Russian people's connection with cats, such as a stray cat leading someone to an abandoned baby, a family cat who kept his humans alive during Siege of Leningrad, etc..
Excellent piece! A welcome change-of-pace. Here in the US, your "umarelli" have long been referred-to as "sidewalk superintendents" -- almost always in an endearing way... sometimes less so.
I love it. Makes me think about how the elderly are treated here in the US. On the one hand, we really don't respect them in general, which is heartbreaking. Nursing homes are truly terrible places, where we stuff and send to die the parents who raised us and provided for us and who we are supposed to provide for and take care of if/when they can no longer do so themselves. But on the other hand, as a young adult myself, let's just say I don't know very many elderly people who are worth learning from, who are worth sitting at the feet of to absorb their wisdom and experience like a sponge. I love and respect my grandparents, buy boy do I not want to turn out like them.
I hope I got the Italian right in the title of this photo essay.
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It was a gorgeous day outside yesterday and I couldn't help myself.
Nice photos and explanation of a fun concept. Can we consider umarelli to be the more endearing male European version of the Karen?
Also: if you make it here to Split this year let me know in advance so that we can meet up.
I spent two days with two couples from California here this past week. Great time.
Hilarious- and true!
Though I initially thought it was the glass cube that was awaiting its long-delayed and well-deserved demolition
Umarell Nationalism Today
I love it. Makes me wonder how my dad will fare in retirement.
In Russia and Ukraine, the old ladies congregate in front of apartment blocks to uncover crimes committed by the local residents. Most girls are determined to be "prostitutes". A friend was found out as an "alcoholic" and his brother a "bandit".
They also feed stray animals, and there are many stories of Russian people's connection with cats, such as a stray cat leading someone to an abandoned baby, a family cat who kept his humans alive during Siege of Leningrad, etc..
Excellent piece! A welcome change-of-pace. Here in the US, your "umarelli" have long been referred-to as "sidewalk superintendents" -- almost always in an endearing way... sometimes less so.
Loved this
This is a beautiful piece of writing, thank you!
What a lovely piece for Sunday morning.
Thank you!
I love it. Makes me think about how the elderly are treated here in the US. On the one hand, we really don't respect them in general, which is heartbreaking. Nursing homes are truly terrible places, where we stuff and send to die the parents who raised us and provided for us and who we are supposed to provide for and take care of if/when they can no longer do so themselves. But on the other hand, as a young adult myself, let's just say I don't know very many elderly people who are worth learning from, who are worth sitting at the feet of to absorb their wisdom and experience like a sponge. I love and respect my grandparents, buy boy do I not want to turn out like them.
Very nice!
Very nice story. Great pictures. My father was also a crane operator. Thank you for sharing!