Što će drugo mali zeko nego hopsat vamo-tamo? Hop iz šume
u Belgiju, hop iz Belgije u Englesku, hop iz Engleske u Belgiju i hop iz
Belgije u šumu. I još jedan kratki hop, iz Brisela u Frankfurt na par sati. Hop
hop hop.

Zezali smo se na poslu da se vidimo slijedeći put na
našoj tjednoj konferenciji. Inače imamo jednu veliku konferenciju godišnje, i
možda jednu manju uz to. No ove godine smo pretjerali. Imali smo dvije manje i
jednu veću, u vremenskom razdoblju od 2,5 mjeseca. A najveća nas dočekuje za
tri mjeseca. U najmanju ruku bi se moglo reći da je zeko izmožden, s
podočnjacima i krvavim očima, ali se blesavo smješka iza tih očiju iz kojih se
ne čita puno.  

Zeko voli hopsat, čak i kada ga to jako umori. Sretan
zeko hopsa, skačka, trči. Okolina je uvijek svježa, cvijeće uvijek miriše
ekstra, prijatelji hopsaju s njim tu i tamo. I odhopsaju dalje svojim putem.

Šta da vam dosađujem krutim činjenicama, da sam bila tu i
tu, i jela to i to što ne poznate, i družila se s tim i tim ljudima koje ne
poznaju svi koji čitaju?

Zato što je zabavno! Dakle, neke svjetlije točke
recentnih putovanja su slijedeće: ugodna večerica s francusko-belgijskim
prijateljima kod kojih sam za desert donijela suhe smokve i orahe – staviš u usta
i jedno i drugo istovremeno, sažvačeš i uživaš! Koncert islandskog benda Of
Monsters and Men koji je bio skroz laganini. Publika je većinom bila trijezna, bilo
je čak i tinejdžera s roditeljima, ekipa općenito mlađa od 25, ali svi
pristojni i generalno nekako dragi. Zatim nova voćka koju sam usvojila, zove se
Khaki, poput kakice. Engleski kolačić (scone)
s gustom mliječnom kremom i marmeladom. I jedna kratka, ali slatka večer
provedena s dvije nevjerovatne dame, jedna Belgijanka, druga Egipćanka – doduše
na povratku kući je puhao orkanski vjetar i bus nam je kasnio sat vremena, no
ništa to nije pokvarilo provod, baš je bilo krasno!

No vratimo se zekonji. Kada je uslijed svega ludila jedan
zbilja cijeli, potpuni, od jutra do navečer slobodan dan došao, zekinoj sreći
nije bilo kraja. Postoji hopsanje i hopsanje, i hopsanje. Nije svako isto. To
jutro zeko je spavao duuugo, i doručkovao nakon vremena ručka! Taj isti dan
zeko je iz Engleske posjetio drevnu Mezopotamiju, Indiju i Meksiko (u muzeju,
naravno, zeko nema materijalni vremeplov, samo duševni).

Veselo hopsanje se nastavilo na večeri s produženom
zekinom obitelji, koja je prije par godina dobila bebu zeku koju nisam još bila
upoznala. Večer je završila s predstavom koja je ličila na kakvu TV emisiju,
vozeći se noćnim busom kući. Ljudi su pili, smijali se, bili ozbiljni,
svađalački nastrojeni, sretni, pričljivi, jedna veća grupa je zapjevala i
zapljeskala u ritmu flamenca par stanica. Baš je bilo ludo!

Jutro je donijelo kratku vožnju smrdljivim vlakom (tzv.
Eurostar) nazad u Belgiju.

Belgija je donijela druženja, iako s premalo mrkve. Da je
bilo malo više obilja, malo više vremena… Da nije grad u kojem smo imali
konferenciju bio u opsadnom stanju, druženje bi se produžilo. No, ipak je zeko
stigao pojesti poznati pom-frit, koji dobar keksić i provesti par dragocjenih
minuta s kolegama zekama.

Konferencija održana u Europskom parlamentu na temu
«Koliko smo uistinu bogati?» je dotaknula sve teme koje nas unesrećuju i
usrećuju: novci i jesu li oni najvažniji u današnjem svijetu, priroda i kako se
prema njoj strateški odnosimo, ratno stanje u Europi, potreba za širokokutnim
obrazovanjem, etično poslovanje i kako ga primijeniti.

Zaključci se mogu pročitati ovdje: http://wfeb.org/media-brussels/

Kad su sve druge konferencije u parlamentu taj tjedan
bile otkazane, naša je dobila prostor da se održi. Kako? Ima jedan čarobni
zeko… Ali to je već druga priča.  

Što je važno u životu jednog zeke? Da bez obzira na umor
u nogama osjeća da zna zašto toliko skače. Tu je cijela mudrost postojanja – da
znaš zašto nešto radiš, da osjećaš da je temeljni razlog zašto se ustaješ
ujutro iz dana u dan veći od tebe, da te čini mirnim iznutra, ponosnim izvana.

Volim ovaj život koji mi je dan, koliko god grbav teren
se nekada činio, jer mi često poslužuje mrkve. To što ih ja uvijek ne vidim je
nešto sasvim drugačije. Živjela živa bića, živjeli zečevi!

Kad smo već kod života, netko blizak meni je izgubio
nekog bliskog. To me potsjetilo tako živo na kratkoću života, i kako može
završiti bilo kojeg trena i da i hoće jednog dana. Ako bi živjeli svaki
trenutak kao da nam je posljednji, ne bi bilo mjesta za žaljenje. Uistinu bi tada
živjeli u svakom trenutku potpuno.

Smrt nas podsjeća na to koliko smo živi. Koliko si ti?

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What else is there for a bunny to do but hop here and
there? Hopped from the forest to Belgium, hopped from Belgium to the UK, from
the UK back to Belgium and from Belgium to the forest. Another hop happened in the meanwhile from
Brussels to Frankfurt, a half-a-day hop. Hop hop hop.

We had an internal joke at work how we will see each
other on our next weekly conference. Normally we have one big conference per
year,  and maybe one smaller one along
it. But this year we have outdone ourselves by having one big one and two
smaller in a period of 2,5 months. The biggest one is yet to come in
three months.

One could say at the least that the bunny is exhausted,
with bloodshot eyes circled by dark yellow shadows. But behind those tired
eyes there is a smile that does not reveal much.

Bunny likes to hop, even if it tires it. A happy bunny
hops, jumps and runs. The environement is always fresh, the flowers always
smell great and friends sometimes hop along. Then hop along their own ways.

Why should I bother you with dry fact, how I was here and
there, ate that and this what you might not know about and spent time with
people you know not?

Just for fun! Sooooo, my hightlights were a super cosy
dinner with some French-Belgian friends, where I brought walnuts and dried figs
for desert – to be put in mouth at the same time, chewed and enjoyed! The
concert of an Icelandic band (Of Monsters and Men) that was super mellow.
People were mostly sober, there were teenagers accompanied by parents and a
crowd mostly under 25, but polite and generally well-dispositioned. A new fruit
I adopted, called Khaki, like poo. English scones with clotted cream and
marmalade. And a short but sweet night out with two incredible ladies, one
Belgian, one Egyptian – at the end of the evening a huricane wind was blowing
and our bus came only after an hour, but it did not matter, it was just lovely
to be with them!

Back to rabbety boop. Once in amidst the craziness an
entire day presented itself as a free-from-work day, and there was no end to
bunny’s happiness. There is hopping, hopping and hopping. Not all are the same.
That morning bunny had a lie in, and had breakfast after
lunch time! The same day bunny went from England to visit Mesopotamia, India
and Mexico (in a museum of course, bunny does not have a material timemachine,
only one of the spirit).

The joyful hopping continued to an evening spent with
bunny’s extended family that got a baby wabbit a few years back, that I had not
met yet. The evening ended in a full blast TV-like show while riding on the
night bus home. People were drinking, laughing, being serious and quarelsome,
irritated, happy, talkative, and a large group sung and clapped in a flamenco
rhythm for a few bus stops. It was something else!

The morning
brought a quick and uneventful ride back to Belgium in a smelly train,
the famous Eurostar.

Belgium delivered some hanging out, but with too less
carrots. If there was just a bit more, a little more time… If the city in which
our conference was held was not like under siege, the hang outs
would have been more. But still, bunny managed to have some frites, a significantly good cookie here
and there and spend a few minutes here and there with some of the bunny
colleagues.

The conference held at the European Parliament, on the
topic of «How rich we really are?» spoke on all topics that makes us be happy and
unhappy people: money and is it the most important thing in the world today,
nature and how to we strategically care for it, the European war-zone, a need
for a broad education, ethical conduct in business and how to apply it.

Some conclusions can be read here: http://wfeb.org/media-brussels/

When all other conferences in the EU parliament were
cancelled that week, our was given the space to be held. How? There is this one
magical bunny… But that is yet another story.

What matters in the life of a bunny? That no matter the
tiredness in the feet, it feels it knows why it keeps jumping so much. In this is
contained the entire wisdom of existence – to know why you do something you do,
that you feel that the reason for you to get up day in and day out, is greater
than just you, that it makes you calm on the inside and proud on the outside.

I love this life that is given to me, no matter how rough
the terrain might seem, because it serves me a lot of carrots. The fact that I
do not always recognise this is yet another thing. Hurray for life, hurray for
rabbits!

As per life, someone close to me recently lost
someone close to them. It makes me remember so vividly how life is so short and
it can end any time and it will surely end one day. If you would live every moment as if it
were your very last, there would be no space for complaints. You would truly
only then live in every moment fully.

Death reminds us how alive we are. How alive are you?