Today in the morning, the cleaning lady in my office showed me pictures from a wedding in a small village somewhere in Serbia she had just returned from. A very amusing experience.
Cleaning lady: “This is me and this is my husband, my son, daughter, cousin, mother of the bride….”
Ana: “Oh, mother of the bride looks young!”
Cleaning lady: “Yea, she’s 37 – got married with 16.”
Ana: silent shock (Aaaaaaaa, if the bride was 1 year younger I would be mother of the bride!!!!!! I cannot possibly be mother of the bride!!!!!! Even worse – I could already be a grandmother!!!)
What a nice way to start a week.
I hope you had a better one.
I was sitting in cinema, watching inception. It’s PG 13, and I think for good reasons. There was a group of kids with a guy (=father?). The youngest was still in diapers. The others somewhere between 5 and 7. Not in Serbia. Not pulling out some DVDs while the parents are away, but brought there by them.
That movie was even tough for me to watch (I liked it but it was too long and had too many action scenes). How did a baby survive it???? After this experience, it will also get married at 16.
The youngest ones did not even look at the screen. One mother went out of the cinema with one that could not even walk yet after 2/3rd of the movie. All those who would be able to sit still in front of a cartoon for more than 60 minutes basically watched the movie.
I somehow hope they pester their parents the rest of the week with questions like: Did you ever kill someone? Does it hurt to get run over by a car? I always kill people in my dreams, is that normal? etc. Maybe then the parents rather take them to appropriate movies.