Romanian prostitutes and Irish musicians. Cultural differences. Again.
Hi everyone, here’s the transcript of my new episode. Short but to the point.
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Hello beautiful people.
Hello and welcome to the ‘World according to Gemini’. First of all, apologies for the sound quality. I am in my working place. One of my students called and said that she cannot come. She had a big argument with her cat. Cat ran off, so she’s now talking to other cats complaining about their owners. And my poor 12 years old student is sitting home. She’s badly scratched and deeply traumatized. I have no idea about the nature of the argument, but I’m sure I will hear this overly dramatic story next week when she’s in with her little violin.
And so suddenly I found myself with 30 minutes with nothing to do. And I am in this beautiful room. And what do we have here? We have some sweets over from Halloween, about 7 kilogram, which I all have to eat. We have a beautiful piano and I have my iPhone. So that’s what I’m using to record this episode, or at least the first part of this episode. And if you hear any noises, it’s rain. Of course it’s rain. It’s Ireland, for God’s sake.
So my last episode, I was trying to build it according to the wishes of the people and I failed miserably. I got a lot of criticism. One beautiful lady told me that apparently I have an ADHD. Then another person said that it is very difficult to follow my train of thought. I said that I have no train of thought, just a bunch of random topics. And so she was very negative about that. Uh, then somebody else told me that I did not deliver what I promised. She said, ‘You promised to insult Greta Thunberg and you didn’t’. Yes. I’m sorry. Guilty as charged. I am going to insult Greta Thunberg in this episode. I’m not going to insult her personally. This lady, or girl or whatever you want to call her, she ceased to be a person a long time ago. She is more like a symbol right now. She is a symbol of what’s happening with our ethics, with our morals, with our vision of reality and our ways of addressing this reality.
So I’m not going to insult her personally. I’m going to insult her as a symbol. I’m a good person. I tend not to insult people in their faces unless they are Spice Girls. I have absolutely no problem being highly critical of them because the stuff they produced caused enormous damage to the minds of young and undeveloped. Well, I mean, they were undeveloped to start with, but their IQs went down to single digits. Not that it was much start with… So, our first topic is Romanian prostitutes or cultural differences. When I say prostitutes, please don’t think that I’m meaning anything negative. Not at all. Prostitution is a profession, very old and an honest profession. It’s straightforward. You know what you’re buying. You get what you paid for. There are no lies, no deceit. And this profession probably is very difficult. I’m just guessing, I never tried it myself. It is definitely harmful, and it can be very dangerous. And anyway, the people of entertainment, like prostitutes or musicians or journalists or politicians, we all do the same thing. We’ll sell our abilities, our bodies, ideas, our souls to get paid. And in any case, prostitution is much more honorable and dignified if you compare it to being a politician, for example Politicians in my book are somewhere at the bottom and prostitutes and musicians are somewhere at the top. You might agree, you might disagree, so anyway, this story, a very dramatic story, is about a cultural differences because prostitutes and their clients, they are people, and when there are disagreements or problems with people, very often it has to do with cultural differences. And so, this particular occasion is about cultural differences between a Romanian prostitute and an Irish musician. Now, this musician, I’m not going to tell you his name, obviously, but if you are an Irish musician, I’m sure you’ll recognize this person immediately because he is quite a character, shall we say. And by the way, absolutely brilliant musician. He has this tendency to get involved in certain kind of stories. Anyway, we had a gig five or six years ago with this gentleman. I came in to the venue. I went up to the stage to say ‘Hi’ to everyone, and I walked up to….uh, we’ll call him Jack, just for the purpose of this episode. So I walked up to Jack to say hi. I shook his hand. And then I noticed that Jack has a big purple bruise on his forehead. I said, ‘Jack, what happened?’ So he gave me this story. He said, ‘Well, you know, yesterday I had this Romanian bird in my house. She’s nice, she’s smart and funny, and she’s not expensive. And she lives nearby, so it’s very handy. So we did our business and then she asked me for money. And I forgot that I was skimmed. I was broke. So I went to the sitting room. I had this big jar of copper coins sitting on my fireplace. And it was a big jar. There was like 100 quid in there, easily. I gave her this jar. And she got mad and she took this jar and smacked me on the head. And she broke the jar. And then she ran away. I mean, mad, isn’t she?
I said, ‘I don’t know. probably?’.
I kind of see both sides of this story, and I didn’t want to laugh because he obviously took it very close to his heart. I mean, he paid, after all.
I will leave the moral of the story out, because there is no moral. I think it’s just a brilliant story. A story about cultural differences. So now, as I still have about 25 minutes left in my beautiful room, I think I will just go make myself a cup of coffee and prepare for the next lesson. I will see you very shortly when I’m home, when I have a proper microphone and no noise. And so the sound will be much better.
See ya.
