[Memes eXodus] Geocaching or the modern "Kukamshefti" (I) and (revised)

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The Road to Perdition...

As experience taught us (and my grandma too), it's never a good idea to 
assume that you would be able to polish your creative work, and post it for 
the public at a late night hour, supposedly, 2:00 AM in the morning. First, 
you must take a good night sleep, giving yourself a chance to look at your 
work at the daytime. The night's sleep is indispensable; re-calibrates your 
overtired senses, sharpens your eyes, and your judgment as well.  But, you 
know what? In our daily active life, we all are pressed for time, and most of 
the cases,  we steal it from our night time meant for sleep. 

Always, I'm reluctant to post any material written in the fire of my creative 
impulse,  in the immediacy of my incidental inspirational impetus, without 
proofreading it first; because during the course of my creative work (may I 
call it so?), as we all do, I believe, I follow my inside rhythm, an 
unpredictable  pattern; back and forth, up and down, often making zigzags and 
changes, sporadically, chipping here and adding there, modifying parts of the 
sentences, while often neglecting the rest. All this process, without any 
doubt, it might upset the delicate balance of spelling and grammar, and 
inadvertently handicaps my inspired work.  

You cannot wash your hands with water as Pontius Pilate did in front of the 
crowd, when it came to decide the fate of our beloved Jesus, and conclude: " 
I'm done with it, I had enough of it, I'm over and through, and that's all. 
It is not my responsibility anymore." It means neglecting, ignoring, the 
underlying base of what is at stake, and why you're creating. The work will 
be your creation, your child forever, and maybe later, it will be transformed 
into a handsome (or maybe an ugly monster) grownup, stalking you throughout 
your creative life and your posterity as well. 

But this is our path; we sin and later we look to find our road to 
perdition.... But in my specific case, it would have been much easier to 
pursue effectively that road, if I was able to afford an editor.

A.T. 


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A new high tech version of Hide-&-Seek game - Geocaching: As with everything 
else of our small planet Earth, the games are going global too. A new version 
of "Hide-&-Seek" or in Zentanian "Kukamshefti" is becoming a popular 
attraction and adventure game for us grownups too. Are you nostalgic of your 
"Kukamshefti" days, so challenging, frustrating, and entertaining altogether, 
when time seemed so deceiving endless, as being a passenger having no sense 
of time, flying under the wings of Eternity itself? I'm sure, oh yeah, you do 
my dear, we all are a little nostalgic, and we do miss part of it.

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We can offer you "that little something," you are missing for years, a high 
tech version of the game "Kukamshefti," a great adventure game, which as with 
all the postmodern things, it has adopted a new name, - Geocaching. The game 
is taking off and spreading very quickly in the Ameritania's East Coasts, and 
the rumors circulating recently are gasping in astonishment everyone; the 
game was introduced accidentally, in the most impossible place to be played, 
in a remote region of Balkans, very far, thousands of miles away, on the 
other side of Atlantis shores, in the country which is designated on some 
maps as Zentana. 

It is quite true, the place is so remote that the GPS(Global Positioning 
System) can be somehow, and in many ways, a lifesaver for a foreigner. This 
instrument, a pocket-size GPS, saved the life of an Ameritanian tourist. The 
amazing thing about all this surreal story is that the Ameritanian tourist 
happened to be a Zentanian-Ameritanian (what a name!) visiting his country of 
origin, almost a decade after his last visit to the country. He simply got 
lost in his birthplace, in the midst of a densely populated area, which is 
his former residence. What adds more to the oddity of the tale, his 
birthplace, his former city of residence, is a highly urbanized place, it is 
the capital of Zentana, - Taubinit itself. 

It is an unbelievable story, with so many twists and turns, as it was the 
endeavor of 
> the poor tourist trying to get out of the overcrowded place. Thanks to a 
> Palm Pilot, and assisted by his GPS device, he was able to get in contact 
> with several of his old folks, few of them still living in Taubinit, and 
> some back in Ameritania, whom working together as a real "NASA team" got 
> him out of the place, safe and sound, but a little bit shaky from the whole 
> ordeal. Nowadays, his former city of residence has grown, and turned into a 
> new, unknown and overpopulated planet. He got out of "the new metropolis," 
> as he calls Taubinit after the event, totally exhausted and in complete 
> disbelief of what he had to endure to get back to his new embraced 
> Ameritanian civilization, and for him only a decade old experience.
> 
> 
> Intermezzo
> It is a well-known fact that Taubinit, as with all the Zentanian urban 
> centers, they all lack a reliable mapping system of roads and buildings, 
> neighborhoods, energy supplies network, sewage and drinking water system, 
> etc. As a matter of fact, actually, Taubinit is going through a facelift 
> unseen before, - it might be a well-intended construction fever, - the 
> construction boom, in most of the cases is unplanned, and so uncontrollable 
> that unfortunately, the situation seems out-of-hand, almost. As one of the 
> Taubinit's resident explained: "You wake up in the morning, walk around you 
> neighborhood, and ask yourself in disbelief, -'Am I in the right state of 
> mind or what?' A new kind of building stands up somewhere, erected 
> half-naked, and you didn't notice it before, even the night before, - ' Am 
> I seeing a mirage or what ?' This is what is happening in Taubinit today. 
> It reminds me of the New Realism zhanre, and specifically the Italian movie 
> called 'The Roof'(in Italian 'IL Tetto'), which we used to watch on our 
> old-fashioned black-and-white MADE IN ZENTANA TVs, at least, once a week. 
> We are going through the same New Realism period of Italy half-a-century 
> ago, devastated by the war; but in Zentana's case, with new twists and 
> tricks. Our devastation was not caused by the war as in Italy, but it was 
> brought upon us by a totalitarian control freak and by some kind of 
> contagious mental sickness of Orwell's Animal Farm proportions originated 
> from its Animal Farm Administration, nicknamed 'Utopia' for reasons that 
> today are self-evident.

The situation in the post-utopia decade has not changed much though; 
contrarily to what was hoped and expected, the things are getting more 
complicated. Because of the shaky database, and the fragmentary information 
provided by the scarce urban maps, any reliable information is almost 
inexistent. Today everything, any tip or firm information on the whereabouts 
of anything or anybody, known or unknown, famous or infamous, celebrity or a 
commoner, confirmed or unconfirmed, dead or alive, circulates underground, 
secretly, murmured in the same old fashion, as the codified gossips of the 
treasures hunters of the folk tales; the information is symbolic, metaphoric, 
hyperbolic and cryptic. 

The few traffic signs do not survive for long, they cannot perform their 
mission being visible and touchable, they simply disappear. You rely only on 
outdated, or in semi-oblivion street names, apartment buildings numbers, etc. 
Now, more then ever the invisible urban signs of this new civilization are 
considered as an integral part of the collective memory of the new 
inhabitants populating the area today and the so-called indigenous residents, 
those that claim Taubinit ancestry, 50 years and up.  The city mapping and 
the address finder system has adopted a new name which reminds you of 
something very remote in origine, - Urban Mapping Folklore.


The above is just an intermezzo to make you more coherent and in a way to 
assist you in understanding the > past and linking it with the present, and in 
> no way was intended as the purpose of the exploration of our entertaining 
> work.


(to be continued)

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