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GARUVA – 06 NOVEMBER 2017 – TRAVEL DIARY

07 Nov 2017

GARUVA – 06 NOVEMBER 2017 – TRAVEL DIARY

We woke up, had our coffee while our children played with Giovanna, Jean and Tatiana’s younger daughter.

We said good-bye and hit the road again with destination: Florianopolis.

First stop was in 15 km for a sandwich and a little work on the car. Yes, our ‘70 car doesn’t run too long without a little pampering, nice talking, otherwise it gets upset and won’t start again.

As I am not a big fan of getting dirty, I dressed up like a doctor: rubber gloves bought by Lavinia from the pharmacy for changing the plugs. I didn’t put also the mask on because Volkswagen is endowed by birth with antibodies so no need for that 🙂

The surgery was a success, the car roars like a Ferrari so we get in happy and we roll.

The rolling part didn’t last very long because after only 40 km the police pulls us over and asks why the kids don’t have their seat belts on.

I answer that we bought the car without the seat belts, probably weren’t invented yet for the passengers in the back, at least not for this model.

“Mr policeman, I didn’t take them off, it was like this from the beginning.”

He looks at us, hesitates for a second and then asks through the radio station! The answer is prompt: no, there weren’t any seat belts for the back passengers in 1970.

I am relieved for a second, but the look on mr policeman’s face still inspires uneasiness. I wonder if I don’t have any traumas from the communist times when everybody feared authority, but the policeman puts a stop on my psychological rambling by communicating the decision:

“You leave your family here, go to the nearest town 30 km away, put seat belts in the back of the car and then return and have your family drive safely.”

He had a satisfied smile on his face as is he had just saved my family from death.

I try to justify myself:

“Sir, we have been driving through this wonderful continent for 8 months and have been in no less than 6 countries and drove 14.000 km. We didn’t have any problems so far.”

Nothing!

The law is the law and he is saying he is not corupt!

Wait a second, I was just trying to explain that I consider his decision a little extreme since our highest speed is 60 km / h. Besides, this top speed is not attained as often as you’d think and sometimes bikers are faster than us. And they don’t have any straps.

No way he was going to give in.

Well, sir, I haven’t planned to put seat belts in the car today, I understand the law, but I am not going and at least not today!… Maybe tomorrow!… Today I have to publish a post, to write another one, to give a graphic proposal for a site I am working on and then some e-mails. We shall leave the seatbelt stuff to tomorrow!

I am hungry, a bit tired so I’ll eat now, sleep a little and then work some.

He was shocked!

After a few seconds he asks if I understand Portuguese well, if I understood what he said, but as he doesn’t get to an conclusion, he says: “as you wish!” and walks away.

So I am writing this post from the police parking lot on BR 376 highway at kilometer 56, planning to watch a few movies, read and then go to bed early.

Tomorrow we will have the seat belts!

And now a little on laws and society laws!

Laws are meant to be like a written common conscience.

I consider that laws should evolve accordingly with the expand of our consciousness.

Too bad we don’t have machines to measure this consciousness, where it comes from, how we connect to it and how it evolves.

Maybe Paradise is the ultimate stage of our evolving where there are no laws, only our pure awareness as one consciousness! 🙂

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Ne-am trezit de dimineata, ne-am baut cafeaua in timp ce copiii s-au mai jucat un pic cu Giovanna, fata cea mica a lui Jean si Tatiana.

Ne-am luat ramas bun si am purces mai departe, cu urmatoarea destinatie: Florianopolis.

Primul popas l-am facut dupa primii 15 km pentru un sandwich si reglarea masinii. Da, masina noastra din anii ’70 nu merge prea mult fara sa o mai mangaiem, sa o mai bibilim, sa-i vorbim frumos, altfel se supara si nu mai porneste!

Cum nu-mi place sa ma murdaresc m-am pregatit precum doctorii cu manusi chirurgicale cumparate de Lavinia de la farmacie, pentru  “operatia” de schimbare a bujiilor.

Nu mi-am pus masca la gura pentru ca stiam ca Volkswagenul are din nastere nu stiu ce anticorpi, asa ca nu! 🙂

Operatia a fost reusita, masina “rage” ca un Ferarri asa ca ne urcam fericiti,noi cei 7 si-i dam bice!

Treaba asta cu bicele nu a durat foarte mult pentru ca dupa numai 40 de kilometri ne opreste politia.

Ne intreaba de ce nu au copiii centurile puse.

Eu raspund ca asa am cumparat masina, probabil ca in acel an inca nu se inventasera centurile pentru pasagerii din spate, cel putin pentru acest model.” D-le, politist eu nu le-am scos, asa era! “

Se uita, ne cantareste din priviri….sovaie o secunda apoi intreaba prin statie!

Raspunsul vine numaidecat: “Da, asa este, in 1970 nu erau centuri de siguranta in spate!”

Respir usurat dar privirea militianului imi transmite in continuare neliniste. Ma intreb daca nu cumva mi-or fi ramas sechele de pe vremea comunismului cu frica de autoritate, dar imi opreste domnul politist incursiunea printre ganduri, comunicandu-mi decizia:

“- Lasati familia aici, va duceti pana in primul oras care este la numai 30 de kilometri, va montati centuri de siguranta, dupa care va intoarceti sa va luati familia in siguranta!”

Zambea satisfacut ca si cum mi-ar fi salvat familia de la moarte.

Incerc sa ma justific: “Domnule politist, noi de 8 luni strabatem acest minunat continent si am trecut  prin nu mai mult nici mai mutin de 6 tari si 14.000 de kilometri. Pana acum n-am avut nicio problema! “

El, nimic! Legea e lege si-mi spune si raspicat ca el nu este corupt!

Stai frate ca nici nu incercam ceva, doar iti explicam ca eu consider decizia cam extrema si ca masina are o viteza maxima de 60 km/ ora. In plus  maxima nu o atingem atat de des precum ati crede si de cele mai multe ori biciclistii sunt mult mai sprinteni decat noi. S-apoi ei nu au centuri!

Ei bine zic, domnule, sa stiti ca eu nu aveam in program astazi sa pun centuri la masina, inteleg cum e cu legea, numai ca eu azi nu ma duc!

Poate maine!

Astazi trebuie sa public un post, sa scriu altul, sa trimit o propunere grafica pentru un site ce-l am in lucru si sa raspund la niste mail-uri.

Stiti cum facem?!

Lasam pe maine treaba asta cu centurile!

Mi-e foame, sunt obosit un pic asa ca o sa mananc, o sa trag un pui de somn si dupa care o sa lucrez.

S-a blocat!

Dupa cateva secunde, ma intreaba daca eu inteleg bine limba portugheza, daca am inteles ce a vorbit cu mine pana acum si cum nu o scoate la capat cu noi, zice sec: “Cum doriti!” dupa care se intoarce si pleaca.

Asa ca eu va scriu acest post din parcarea Politiei de pe autostrada BR 376 de la km. 56, urmand sa ne uitam la cateva filme, sa citim ceva dupa care sa ne culcam devreme.

Maine, ne punem centuri de siguranta!

Si acum cum e cu legile si cu modul de functionare al societatii, cu regulile ei!

Legile se doresc a fi o varianta scrisa a constiintei comune. Probabil s-au creat inca din antichitate fel si fel de reguli, pentru a nu ne omora intre noi!

Consider cu tarie ca legile trebuie sa evolueze in raport direct proportional cu evolutia constiintei.

Bine, prost este ca nu avem inca aparate sa masoare aceasta constiinta, de unde vine, cum ne conectam la ea si cum evolueaza.

Poate ca paradisul este stadiul ultim al evolutiei noastre in care nu mai avem legi ci doar o constiinta!:)

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