Lodchjo's blog/

La maniero estas simpla: se vi duŝas ĉiutage, simple metu sitelon en la duŝo, ekzemple sub la krano - kie vi normale tamen ne povas meti la piedojn. Dum vi duŝas, la sitelo pleniĝas kaj la kolektita akvo povas servi por tralavi la necesejon aŭ lavi aŭton (se vi posedas - mi ne), aŭ por similaj celoj.

Se ĉiutage vi duŝas kaj kolektas 10 litrojn da akvo tage, en 1 jaro, vi estos kolektinta 3650 litrojn da akvo!!

Uzante tiun trukon, mi eĉ rimarkis ke en la komenco, la sitelo estis ĉiam plenplena, tiel ke akvo superfluis, sed post 1-2 semajnoj, la sitelo fariĝis jam malpli plena, kio signifas ke mi malpli longe duŝis. Bona kromefiko, ĉu ne?

Se vi trovas la necesejon ne sufiĉe tralavita - tio foje okazas - vi povus iomete manumi la kutiman tralavbutonon se vi uzas sapkubeton (bonodora desinfektilo) por allasi iom da akvo tien el la akvujo, aŭ eventuale mane aldoni iom da detergento, kompreneble se ĝi estas medi-milda.

Kelkaj aliaj akvoŝparaj trukoj:
- sitelo sub likanta krano
- metu plastan akvobotelon, plenigitan per sablo en la neceseja akvujo; tiel, malpli da akvo estos uzata dum ĉiu tralavo (pluraj litroj tage, do minimume 1000 litroj jare da ŝparo)

Ankaŭ post ĉiu bano, vi povus plenigi sitelon aŭ du por la sama celo!

My last evening in Walthamstow (North part of London), i was waiting for the bus, bothering noone, just quietly passing time by taking some pictures when i was sudenly stopped and interrogated by two pigs, they even radioed my ID-card to find out if i was wanted. A wanted criminal or potential terrorist i suppose. Man the paranoia! So on the other side of the radio they found 12 people with my name, fortunately none of them was wanted. (Should i write them a card to thank them?) What if 1 of my name-sharers were wanted, would i have been in shit? Anyway, they held me there for almost half an hour, making me bloody miss my bus home, just 'cause i was taking pictures of a stupid British double decker bus!! As if anyone couldn't just f*cking google them!?!

(Actually, they hadn't looked very well, cause just a second before, i had spotted - and photographed - 3 surveillance camera's around a pole, right underneath 4 lamp heads, which clearly would have been a lot more suspicious. Fortunately they didn't check my camera's contents!)

So I asked them what they did with tourists (tourrorists-terrorists) (dyslexics of the world unite - maybe join the freakin police) around *uckingham Palace with tourists taking pictures over there? Well, The Palace wasn't near a train station, so that would have been alright. WTF!! The Palace has got a **cking Queen inside, while there is nothing in Walthamstow!!!

Okay, lodchjo, calm down, they were just doing their job!! So let's imagine the conversation with the spouse at home:
- So, honey, caught any potential terrorists today?
- You betcha, hun, today we stopped a very suspicious subject...
- No??
- Yeah, i swear: he was taking pictures of a bus.
- No shit?
- I aint lyin' to you babe, he was out there taking pictures of a bus!
- Where was he from? Middle East? Or maybe he was a South American drug King?
- Nah, he was from Belgium - you know where that country is?? He had short brown hair, wore a blue denim jacket, blue jeans, red shirt, brown boots.
- So you locked him up?
- No, we had to let the sly guy go, we couldn't find anything on him. But we'll keep an eye on him!

(The description i copied almost literally from the "stops and searches form number 5090" i was given a copy of, after i had signed the declaration!)

Then they even asked me for my SDE (Self Defined Ethnicity), so nowadays police don't recognize Ethnicity anymore either. i thought it was obvious i was caucasian, but i had to specify it - they asked it 3 times - even ran over the whole damn list (from Indian to Caribbean, Chinese, White and Black mixed, British, Irish, Any other white background) - man, they weren't only dyslexic, but blind too!!

Okay, i'm making a lot of fuss over nothing, but hell, what about my personal freedom? I hadn't been checked like that since my trips to Eastern Europe 15 years ago!!

Anyway, i got over it, just until the afternoon of the next day: going home, by train from England to Belgium, i had to pass border control, and guess what: yep, i was checked again!! GRH#@!&&!!*UCK!!

i had to open my backpack and they took it all out. But here i did have a silent laugh of sweet revenge: my backpack was - apart from a few books in a little plastic bag (Joyce's Ulysses, Swift's Last Order, some classic Henri James stuff, a book on Haiku, and a complete book by Master Basho) - but my backpack was full of dirty laundry: dirty socks, underwear, sweaty t-shirts - YEAH, Go smell'em baby - stick yer nose in!! - ... and a Swiss pocket-knife (oh, why me??!!!) - but they gave it back to me. they didn't even take the books out of the little bags... and you guys know how to hide things in books... well, seems custom officers don't... it could've been filled with brown sugar!

if i had been checked only once, no big deal, but twice in 2 days is too much for me!!

well, now i said it, i wish you all a good night's sleep and i hope you'll be careful while taking pictures!!!

(i'll upload a scan of Form 5090 tomorrow - i hope that it's not a fellony!! and the suspicious pictures)