Spring time in my garden

The spring in full - and temperatures nearly like in the summer . So I have visited my garden at last - there was nothing to do during winter time . But in the warm rays of the sun - that's different place now . And a green place - needs only some clean up .

 

Progress and the loo

 Some futuristic predictions 30 years ago claimed that 21 century would  be the era of technology and gadgets. So in everyday use robots , people would commute using  propelled space-suits and talk to each other using special walkie - talkie , like mobiles nowadays . Of course that was only forecast how future would be look like. In reallity not so much has changed , but defenitely one thing occured true ; 21 century is the era of gadgets .
For more and more people gadgets are the measure of high technological advance . Interesting artical has been published in " The Times "  about an impact of modernisation on rural society in India . 54% of population in rural areas use mobile phones , comparing to 4%  ten years ago. But access to sanitary amenities has increased  in the same population during last decade by only 10% . In fact , it's easier to deliver a mobile phone than to build a proper sanitary network , like sewage system and  running water.

Possibly the same situation is in many places on the glob. So far , for the couple of last centuries , the improvement in the sanitary system  enabled us to develope higher level , better living .
Now there is another priority ; to have all these electronic gadgets which makes life easier and more important than having loo .

The art of the joy

A couple of days ago I saw a documentary , which told a story of hunting a crocodile. The whole story took place in a small village in Madagascar. This was a crocodile killer  who settled down in the channel running to the village ; the place very useful to villagers and where children used to play , in the water. Because the monster caused death , the local authorithies gave permition to kill the animal. So professional , armoured hunters came and started the hunt. After a few days of seeking, observing and choosing right tactic, the hunters decided to kill the crock at night , when the reptile goes hunting. Nearly four metres long , it wasn't an easy task , as they had to shoot from the boat . But the mission was succesfull.
In the morning , the hunting crew took the crock from the water and started show ; everybody had to see that crocodile was death , unable to make any more trouble to people of the village. And villagers were extremely happy ; everybody was crowding to see and touch the crock ; even small children were allowed to clap scaled body. But that wasn't the end - as the monster was being carried from the bank to the village, the crowd was cheering , dancing and singing. And the hunters themselves were happy that they could be useful and made people happy. There was a sheer fiesta , village people were spewing the joy and relief . No more fear , the water was for use without limit . No fear the crock could kill again.

I thought to myself that their spontaneous joy was something amazing - unimaginable for dwellers of modern, industrial areas. If this reptile was killed , let say on Florida or somewhere in Australia , people would say "good job" and everybody would get back to everyday chores. But for these villagers that was the reason for a big celebration . More important than hundreds matters of our world. And what was remarkable , for them it wasn't  another case of victory over the world of dangerous animals and elements. They weren't revengful to body of crocodile - only joyful.