Monday, 29. June, 2009

The Kind of Heavenly Marriage

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After a year of simple Britain’s procedures when it comes to any official stuff, I almost forgot, how messy it can get around our native governments and laws.
First bad news which stroke me today was the fact that it’s definitely not simple to legalize a British marriage in Czech, although both countries are members of EU and parts of Hague Convention, hence it shouldn’t be a real pain to do stuff between each other – but oh well, at least they don’t insist on dragging my husband from Kuwait to Czech… now. Just tones of papers, translated, stamped and legalized – and than travel to Brno and hope that everything will go through.
Second bad news stroke me a while after that. Well, my paperworks are really just a tiny problem compared to this – Kuwait government refused to legalize British civil marriage. The judge refused the paper, although it was done as the Kuwaiti embassy in Britain demanded; and replied, on my husband’s wonderment, how to make them legalize it after this, that the only way is to sue them.
Yay us. Abood decided to do so – and my holidays in Kuwait swiftly moved to next year – well, hopefully at least that – and my stay in Czech got suddenly prolonged to 2 months. The court process won’t get cheap neither, and there’s still this tiny possibility, that even that ruling will go against us…
My husband seems to reach his boundaries at this summer already, and we are still not even a half way through.
Every time we think, oh, finally, we got it over with, something new stands up and stick right in the middle of our way, and doesn’t make it easy for us to avoid it, jump over, go under, whatever…
So now, what is left? Hope. And our, recently very popular, yet with a bitter taste, saying, that everything, what goes with difficulties, has a greater reward for us… in this case, our marriage is getting heavenly.

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Sunday, 28. June, 2009

Humidity

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This is, officially, our third day in Czech so far. Well, if I may count in the day of our arrival, as it was really just few tired hours before the next day came, indeed. But, oh well – third day.
Dori, my daughter, seems to adapt very quickly, at least when it comes to knowing who will spoil her and allow more things than her bad, bad mama, who tries to say very loud and strict “No,” on most of her demands, such as chocolate during the day just like that, cocoa milk for breakfast instead of our normal custom when she gets it just after the dinner, if she was behaving nicely the whole day and ate her whole dinner; also she knows that random outbursts of crying will now bring her intended attention from at least two people in the house; hence during last ~50 hours I became the least favourited member of the family, who is used only for feeding, peeing and occasional drop of a kiss – so the peeing and feeding won’t accidentally stop.
The three days of our stay are all extremely humid, though. The weather is just like another summer in Czech, with randomly coming storms, shorter or longer ones, often circling over the small area of the little town we are living in, coming to and fro as a mad swing in the wind, so sometimes we have the same storm three times in a row within quite a short period of time, like one or two hours; forcing us to switch on and off our computers and stuff we won’t wanna get fried if so happens that the lightning will hit right our house – or the neighbours, which is, in the end, the same building. It’s been said to me that right few days ago a lightning hit one of the houses in the town and completely burnt all the electronics in the house, and going through cables destroyed even few more PCs, which were still in the net. Hard to know, where lays the real truth, since this is really just a small town and all those sayings and fames spread rather quickly and you know it, one adds that and second this, and the end receiver has a completely different story, a true remake, version not really much believable and true to the original event. So lets say that at least one PC got fried due to an unfortunate yet normal natural event. Keep on reading »

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Friday, 26. June, 2009

Child on Board

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Finally! After a year, well, almost a year, we are back in Czech. Not back as forever, of course – just holidays.
For my luck and un-luck Easy Jet finally and definitively withdrew the direct flight from N’Castle to Prague, so any more direct and simple (and quite short, to be perfectly honest) routes weren’t available. But … although paying more and having to go through Heathrow, London, I gotta say, that when the transit is within survivable period of time (ours was 2 hours), it is ok. The difference between charter flights and BA is simple – you can choose seats before boarding, hence no more elbowing, kneeling and drop kicking of other travellers trying to get seated at a nice spot; and food and drink is freely served at every flight of BA, by smiling and comfortably helpful staff. No more 3 pounds per cup of faucet water.
Well. How was the route, anyway? We were departing from Newcastle International Airport at 12:00 GMT, being 2 hours in advance on the airport itself. Not having any kind of liquids in my bag now (even I can learn after few tries, that it’s better to spend 1 pound for a small bottle of water at the lounge of the gate, than to get into hand of some eager staff member and get stripped from clothes and have the whole handbag unpacked in front of other people, shaming and bloody annoying, really), Dori having lotsa fun looking on the big air crafts leaving and landing and turning and trying to get as close to the building as possible. She made, more or less, approximately 12 new friends in those several hours, English ones as well as some American ones (Aboody: “Why can’t I be on a flight with many American girls heading to some sports event?”), and made my head almost explode from the amount of people turning to me with the inevitable question in their eyes: “What the heck is she talking about?”, helplessly pointing on the unstoppable mouth of the little daughter of mine.
With a little delay we landed in Prague at half past six pm, my father already waiting for us in the arrivals hall.
We spent another 2 hours in the car travelling from the Capital of Czech to the town where I used to live in southern Bohemia / Moravia, depends who you ask, where the town lays exactly.
We arrived at 9 pm, that’s about 11 hours after leaving our flat in Mowbray Street, sitting in the taxi heading to the airport and thinking, how much will I miss my hard-headed, hot-blooded Kuwaiti husband.
He’s leaving to Kuwait today, so I keep him in my thoughts all the time, hoping his route will be as easy it can be, considering a long flight from Britain to Dubai and than to Kuwait. And I took his PSP!

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