Taj Mahal

A truly lovely building, the Taj Mahal in Agra, India. Yet… already when I was working on the replica, I had my doubts…
Love or madness?
Then I found this poem of Sahir Ludhianvi (1921 – 1980, India),
who seems to have had some of the same doubts, as he wrote:

आपके लिए, प्यार, ताजमहल सबसे बड़े प्यार का प्रतीक है
और आप सुंदर बगीचे की बहुत सराहना करते हैं।
फिर भी मैं कहता हूँ: जानेमन, अब से किसी दूसरी जगह मिलते हैं!

Luckily, I also found the corresponding translation and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did, when I read it!

For you, Darling, the Taj Mahal is a symbol of the greatest love
and you appreciate the beautiful garden very much.
Yet I say: Sweetheart, let’s meet in a different place from now on!

Isn’t it strange that poor people visit royal resorts?
Strange that lovers walk hand in hand on paths
on which once mighty rulers strolled along?

Look behind the facade, Love, and you will see
the signs of imperial power,
well protected and shielded.

You, who enjoys the graves of the dead kings,
should remember the narrow apartments
that you and I grew up in.

Countless men of this world have loved. Wasn’t their love great?
But no memorial is erected to their love.
Because they, like you and me, belonged to the common people.

These structures and tombs, these ramparts and fortresses,
relics of the mighty dead, are no more than canker sores on earth.
Fattened on the blood and bones of our ancestors.

The workers must have loved too, Dearest,
they, whose hands have created all this beauty.
They chiseled and shaped this marble monument so gorgeously.

But their loved ones lived and died
unknown and not being honored.
No one even lit a light on their humble graves.

These banks of the Jamuna river, this building, these groves and lawns,
These walls and doors, arches and niches.
An immeasurably wealthy emperor seems to have played a cruel joke on us.

So I beg you, lover of mine: meet me in a different place.

!


So recited Sahir Ludhianvi
and Tosha Tyran wholy agrees with him.
You find the Taj Mahal on the region with the same name.
Wear comfortable shoes… it’s a varregion!

The Great Nations: a Tuareg Poem

By Souéloum Diagho, a Tuareg poet from Tessalit in the North of Mali. His father is Tamashek, his mother Fula. He writes in the tradition of the controversial eighth century Arabic poet Ghaylan ibn ‘Uqbah. His poetry gives us a view of the Tamashek as they see themselves: a more useful thing than another reduction of recent events.
Souéloum Diagho writes and publishes in French. This poem was translated by Blaisep

Tuareg Tent

There are the Great, America and Russia,
And the small, never spelled out.

Fishing Grounds

There are nations where water flows,
And others dreaming of their own share of the world,
There are the talkers, pushing their agendas
And those seeking to escape.

Sahara Sands

There are Indian and the Tuareg,
The Pygmies and the children with cholera.

Tuareg with cattle

There is peace and rage, constantly boiling
In a pot, a stew of misery,
In it are the guts of the discontent,
The people abandoned by those who call themselves Great.

Timbuktu, among the houses
Timbuktu, marketplace
Timbuktu, the restored library

There is this little country surrounded by a desert landscape,
All it shows for itself is oil flowing from a rock
A spring of living water to quench the thirst
Lasting for many moons,
it does not compete with the Great Nations
And their satanic pride.

The oasis

The Great grow Greater
The small again become even smaller,
We need a third way, the chance to reconsider the status quo,
Such as the UN, but with more freedom,
And greater justice in the Hague that considers
The statements of those oppressed in their thousands.

Mangroves at the Niger delta

We write poems in the sand
then they can be carried with the wind
or they remain a secret
that is so
what I write in the sand
will be carried with the wind

(Unknown Tuareg poet)

Now, if you want to visit Timbuktu, the “lost place” in the desert, type the region’s name (Timuktu) into your map and then – be sure to visit the grand library where you can find some detailed information about the the history of the city.

Tosha Tyran
(Laying in the warm warm desert sand)

The avatar that ran away III

(Versione Italiana)

This is just what I mean – you get it? Susanna is really sweet but she treats me as if I had no sense at all. For her I will never grow up, she thinks I am unable to understand the word “freedom” and much less the meaning of it. And hey, what does she want to tell you (and me!) with that: ” After all: she is an avatar! What can she do without me???”

You will find out, Susanna, you will find out! And me too!

I do not want to be the cute little big-eyed girl with braids anymore! I want to roam around in this world, meet people, discover new things, make my own experiences even if they are bad occasionally. And those braids, those freaking braids! How I hate them!

But ok, I don`t want to leave Susanna completely worried so I will try to get word to her once in a while and I sure would appreciate your help with that.

Will I ever return? I don’t know, time will tell…

How can you possibly help me?

Come with me on my way around Craft, help me to solve some strange problems and answer questions for and with me.

You will find a first notecard on the floor of the kiosk on the big dance floor at the region Oymyakon Siberia (168, 19, 22), on my facebook-page (remember, my name in facebook is Clearly Anderson!), and on the Craft-World facebook-page on the 27th of January. And, if you are a member of the Craft Group, you can also find it there.

Once you have found an answer or a solution, you should take it back to the same off-shore kiosk at Oymyakon Siberia, dropping the answer, the notecard or the item found into the book inside the kiosk.

If your answer is correct, I will give you my next question – probably on the following day. But if your answer is not right, I fear you must go back and keep on searching…

Every notecard is in English and Italian.

Of course you can bring some friends along. I will be glad for every little hint and we all know: 4 eyes see more than 2!

I promise, I will not pressure you – help me as you can and wish and have the time. Really there is no hurry and I am more then curios as to where my paths will lead me.

You might want to read on my facebook page once in a while. So – if we do not meet inworld – that will be almost as good, won’t it? As I mentioned earlier, I had to change my surname, because when I wanted to register with my real name (Clearly Anonymous) facebook reacted kind of hysterical, so I decided to call myself – for the sake of peace – Clearly Anderson there.

I have already found two nice friends that are always helping me: xSiberiax Ilfreddopurifica (strange name, but nice guy) and Tosha Tyran. And they told me that it would be a good idea to thank all of the sim-owners, that let me stroll on their lands and give a special thanks to Licu Rau (whoever that may be) for his generosity!

Please, consider it done herewith…

I hope you will have fun

xoxo Clearly


L’Avatar Fuggito III

Questo è proprio quello che intendo, capisci? Susanna è davvero dolce ma mi tratta come se fossi inanimata. Per lei non crescerò mai, pensa che non riesca a comprendere la parola “libertà” e tanto meno il suo significato. E cosa vuole dirvi (e dirmi!) Con quel: “Dopotutto: è un avatar! Cosa può fare senza di me ???”

Lo scoprirai, Susanna, lo scoprirai! E anch’io!

Io non voglio essere la ragazzina dai grandi occhi con le treccine! Voglio andare in giro per questo mondo, incontrare gente, scoprire nuove cose, fare le mie esperienze, anche se a volte potrebbero rivelarsi sgradevoli. E queste trecce, queste maledette trecce! Quanto le odio!

Ma ok, non voglio che Susanna si preoccupi troppo, quindi proverò a lasciarle mie notizie di tanto in tanto e sicuramente apprezzerò il tuo aiuto per poterlo fare.

Tornerò mai? Non so.. sarà il tempo a decidere.

In che modo puoi aiutarmi?

Vieni con me in giro per Craft, aiutami a risolvere alcuni strani problemi e rispondere a domande per e con me.

Troverai la prima notecard sul pavimento del chiosco sulla grande pista da ballo nella regione Oymyakon Siberia (168, 19, 22), sulla mia pagina facebook (ricorda, il mio nome in facebook è Clearly Anderson!), e sulla pagina facebook Craft-World il 27 di Gennaio. E se sei un membro del gruppo Craft in world, puoi trovarla anche li.

Quando trovi la risposta o la soluzione, dovresti portarla al chiosco di Oymyakon Siberia, inserisci la risposta, la notecard o l’oggetto trovato nel libro all’interno del chiosco.

Se la risposta è corretta ti darò la domanda seguente – probabilmente il giorno successivo. Ma se la tua risposta è errata, temo che dovrai tornare indietro e riprovare…

Ovviamente puoi collaborare in gruppo con altre persone. Sarò felice per ogni piccolo aiuto e come si dice: 4 occhi vedono meglio di 2!

Prometto, non ti farò pressioni – aiutami come e quando vuoi e puoi. Davvero, non c’è fretta e sono più che curiosa di scoprire dove mi condurrà questa avventura.

Se ti va puoi leggere la mia pagina facebook di tanto in tanto, così – se non dovessimo incontrarci inworld – potremmo comunque stare in contatto, non credi? Come dicevo prima, ho cambiato il mio cognome, perchè quando ho provato a registrarmi con il mio nome reale (Clearly Anonymous) facebook ha avuto un attacco isterico, così ho deciso di chiamarmi – per amore della pace – Clearly Anderson.

Ho già trovato due amici gentili che mi stanno aiutando: xSiberiax Ilfreddopurifica (nome strano, ma bravo ragazzo) e Tosha Tyran. Loro mi hanno detto che sarebbe una buona idea ringraziare tutti i proprietari di sim, che mi permettono di girovagare sulle loro terre e dare un ringraziamento speciale a Licu Rau (chiunque sia) per la sua generosità!

Consideratelo fatto!

Spero vi divertiate.

xoxo Clearly

The avatar that ran away I

(Versione Italiana)

Hello everybody out there!

My name is Clearly Anonymous and I am the avatar of a dear friend of mine in Real World, of Susanna Fliparound to be exact.

Susanna is a nice lady, really, and we have been friends for many a year. She always treated me well, saw to it, that I look nice, even got me some real cool animations, so I would not walk around like a duck, and she has, in my oppinion, a good taste in clothing me.

So, everything seems fine, right? And yet… do you know the feeling? Always the same routine… I come online whenever she wants, I dress the way she wants, I use the make-up she likes, I have the friends she chooses for me and I go offline whenever she feels like it.

Time has passed and I started feeling more and more unquiet. I was desiring to feel free! To live my own life! To discover my own style! To travel at my own leisure! To come online when I feel like it! To make my own friends! To get offline when I am tired!

With other words: I wanted to discover my own personality and my very own freedom!

Then, the other day Susanna read to me a posting, that it will be the 10th anniversary of Craft soon – and my longing to go and roam around on my own got stronger and stronger. So while Susanna was getting a sip of water, I found and read the above poem by Robert Frost on her monitor and suddenly I knew what I had to do: Get out of this straitjacket, free myself of my ties to Susanna, take all the courage I could summon and make my way alone! Plunge into the glossy, moon colored water, fly through the haze and reach for the stars!

I wanted to celebrate the anniversary of Craft in freedom!

And though I knew Susanna would be sad and maybe even cry a little, I just left without as much as leaving a word!

My first day at freedom: new hair cut and tattoo. The shirt I found at the beach somewhere.

For sure I am a little shaky but I also feel wild and free, daring and unconcerned, light hearted and happy, happy, happy!

But of course, I am sure I will need some help on this great adventure of mine – help from all of you! Though you might never see me, please be so kind to be my guardians and lend me a hand, when things get difficult for me!


L’Avatar Fuggito I

Salve a tutti!

Il mio nome è Clearly Anonymous ed io sono l’ avatar di una mia cara amica in Real World, di Susanna Fliparound per l’ esattezza.

Susanna è una dolce signora, davvero, e siamo amiche da molti anni. Mi ha sempre trattato bene, si è presa cura di me, del mio aspetto, mi ha procurato delle animazioni molto realistiche, in modo da non farmi andare in giro come un’ anatra, e secondo me ha anche buon gusto nel vestirmi.

Quindi, sembra tutto perefetto, giusto? Ma… conosci la sensazione? Sempre la stessa routine… Sono on line ogni volta che lei lo desidera, vesto nel modo che lei vuole, uso il make-up che piace a lei, ho amici che lei sceglie per me e vado off line a suo piacimento.

Il tempo passa ed io mi sento sempre meno tranquilla. Desidero sentirmi libera! Vivere la mia vita! Trovare il mio stile! Viaggiare senza pressioni! Essere on line quando voglio! Scegliere i miei amici! Andare off line quando sono stanca!

In altre parole: Io voglio trovare la mia personalità e la mia libertà!

Qualche giorno fa Susanna mi ha letto un post, presto sarà il decimo anniversario di Craft World – desidero fortemente andare e vagare liberamente. Così mentre Susanna stava prendendo un bicchiere d’acqua, ho trovato e letto la poesia di Robert Frost sul suo monitor ed immediatamente ho capito cosa fare: Togliere questa camicia di forza, liberarmi dal legame con Susanna, farmi coraggio e prendere la mia strada! Immergiti nell’acqua lucida color luna, vola attraverso la foschia e raggiungi le stelle!

Voglio festeggiare l’anniversario di Craft in libertà!

So che Susanna potrebbe essere triste e forse anche piangere un po’, sono sparita senza dire una parola!

Sicuramente sono un po’ tentennante ma anche selvaggia e libera, audace e indifferente, spensierata e felice, felice, felice!

Certo, sono sicura che avrò bisogno di un po’ d’aiuto in questa grande avventura – aiuto da tutti voi! Anche se non mi hai mai vista, per favore sii gentile, tienimi d’occhio e dammi una mano quando le cose si faranno difficili!

A trip to a sim where we learn all about cicisbeismo and other strange (Italian) customs…

These days I have heard quite a few questions about the school-regions on Craft-World and I thought to myself: if I post some info here about them, the questioning will stop and people will be happy and informed.

The thought was followed by the act – and off I was to the first school-region I found on the map: Settecento.

Oh… hmm… was I informed wrongly? I thought the teachings sims are here to actually show the kids how different learning can be. This however looked like something I had seen in school long, long ago (though not in Italian, I admit)

But a second look calmed my nerves – nope, never seen something like this in MY class rooms! I said a very stern “sit!” to the horse, it obeyed and I hopped onto it trying an elegant and appropriate lady’s seat. Judge for yourself – I did almost perfect.

Taking a look inside of the plush coach I found a couple of nice looking guys and started a polite conversation with them. But I guess they left their manners – well, I don’t know where! They did not respond to any of my chittering and just stared at their shoes. Maybe they were just shy. (Shy Italians? Well, who am I to tell?)

And then I found what seems to be the essence of the sim: Cicisbeismo! You don’t know what that means? Read this:

This practice (of cicisbeismo) was widespread, especially in the aristocratic families of Genoa, Nice, Venice, Florence and Rome. The selection of a Cicisbeo followed a fixed arrangement (cicisbeatura or cicisbeismo) that was supposed to prevent erotic relationships between lady and servant. He was chosen by the family of the lady from the family or closest circle of friends and it was even subject of marriage contracts. The mostly younger Cicisbeo had to be single and was not allowed to maintain any other relationships with women outside the Cicisbeats. Even clergy could fill this function.
Over time, the cicisbeismo also gained a frivolous connotation. If the Cicisbeo originally served more as a ‘watchdog’ for the lady, he could also play a key role in erotic escapades, especially since he was allowed to visit the lady unrestricted and without registration in her private rooms. Even a sexual relationship between lady and Cicisbeo could take place relatively easy.

Hey teachers! Are you sure this is a kid’s sim? To prevent further outrage I just stayed a while and then called Siberia to see his reaction to this somewhat strange custom of his ancestors.

As I had imagined, he did not stay quite as calm as a good Sicilian should in such a situation!

Ok, ok, I didn’t behave too stoically either and after some screaming and ranting…

… and chasing the poor guy around…

… I took a cold shower to cool off…

… tidied up again and asked the boys in the saloon if I could help them with their hairdoes. And look – they accepted. I truly think they look a lot better now! Those stiff wigs are really not very sexy.

Ok, cutie, now I have to kiss you and leave you to find my raging Sicilian, who does not seem to know nothing about CICISBEISMO!

This was a visit to a school sim. These regions in Craft-Word are closed and only teachers, students and assistents have access to them – so don’t even try to find them!

Ts-ts-ts
says Tosha and does not quite know if to giggle or feel indignant.

My view: Tosha reads Dante

A not too serious travel through the darkness of hell and the purgatory which ends – yuhuuuu – in heaven!

One odd morning I woke up and found myself – not in my bed but in a dark and scary forest. Trying to get out of that place, I found a huge wooden door with a rather well known sign:

“All hope abandon, ye who enter in!”
Now, it really took a while for me to overcome my fear, too much I was reminded of school – each time I had to write an exam: all hope abandon…
As soon as I had passed the door, I regretted it deeply! I was surrounded by running white, somewhat esoteric looking “people”. I soon learned, they once were people, they had passed to be souls by now – darn, what was I doing here? Turning around seeking to escape this hell, I found the door firmly locked. So much for that. Now all I could do was to go on. Run! To escape those terrible wasps that were everywhere.
Oh dear, oh dear.. now I had to stand in line waiting for a trip across those dark waters!
Crossing the waters with this kind looking guy? I had no choice…
The other side proved not much better. A horrible looking black dude was sitting there and wrapped each and every one up in his equally horrible tail and with a swift movement he indicated each of the poor lost souls which way they had to go. To me he only grinned and said: you young lady, that have intruded here, are bound to go to each and every station of this hell!
What did I do????
To be on the save side I decided: “When in Rome, do as the Romans do” while waiting my turn for the next horror…
I have seen people with 2 faces… but dogs with 3 heads? A cold fear was taking possession of my heart…
Blubb-blubb-blubb… I liked diving in the mud when I was a kid. But then the rain never was black and I was surrounded by screaming and laughing friends and not by moaning and groaning souls…
At the next door a not really surprising scenario waited for me: An arrogant guy sitting high on a rock – yeah, make yourself bigger then you are, man!
I lost my good humor soon enough! those rocks having to be rolled up the hill to no avail were just too heavy. I desperately needed to get out of there!
Well, you can knock me down,
Step in my face,
Slander my name
All over the place.

Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh,
Honey, lay off of my shoes
Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.

Sigh, I guess Elvis would not have survived this. My beautiful red suede boots a mess! I was sure, I could never get them cleaned again!
Here I was comfortable – but was I safe?
Horses? Men? Both? Neither? Oh noooo, Centaurs!!!!!!!!!!!!
By now my teeth were chattering so strongly – words failed…
Help! My head!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wonder if Mary Poppins ever flew over a stream of blood… I kind of doubt it.
Gold can be nice – until you are stuck inside of it!
Arms and legs gone… at least I kept my head…
Arms and legs are back – so run, Tosha! But yikes! What are those red dots all over my skin?
Ok, ok, so you are the biggest…
An ice cold hand has gripped me…
SATANAS!
Uff, I am being purged…
… blinded…
… left alone in the dark…
… tied together as a package…
… starved to death …
… and finally send to walk on red hot coals through a wall of flames …
Wow! Now this feels like paradise!

On my way to heaven!

Hurrah! I am not the only one!

Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she’s gone.
Tosha in the sky with diamonds

Dante’s “Divine Comedy” is a scenario for schools, accredited teachers and school kids on Craft-World. It was build by Siberia Ilfreddopurifica (Heaven) and Tosha Tyran (Hell and Purgatory). The avatars for the roleplay were created by Eva Kraii.
It is – with rare exceptions – closed to the public.

Ah, I hope all the Dante lovers and convinced teachers will forgive my somewhat ironic way of seeing the things…

Tosha Tyran (in the sky with diamonds now)

Chocolate Party at Craft-World – a preview

Chocolate sheer, hard, soft, liquid – to eat, lick, smear, drink, chew – in milk, cookies, cakes, brownies, ice cream…
Chocolate for each taste, in different colors and with ingredients from fruity, juicy, sour to sweet and even spicy.
Chocolate for the kids, the young, for adults, for the old and the very old.
Chocolate to nourish you, to please you, to heal you, to tickle you taste and to feed your soul.

 

We have found some more uses for chocolate: To build with, to walk on, dance on, stand and run and slip on. We build mountains of pure chocolate, rivers and lakes overflowing with sweet milk and grounds without the smallest bit of grass – too thick are the layers of chocolate everywhere.
Houses and huts are covered by chocolate bars and candies, doughnuts and meringues grow on trees. On some cakes you can sit and rest or go for a short trip or – well, be surprised…

We have cookies flying through the air, humming and bumping into each other and into you if you come too close.
Don’t fear to run out of your favorite sweets – little gingerbread men are busily running to and fro bringing new supplies.

This is the perfect place for those among us (like me) who are insurmountably lazy and like to lay down comfortably and have the food fly into our mouths. No cooking, no shopping, no cleaning – just lay there and have candies swirl through the air, unpacking themselves while they aim at our mouth. Doughnuts that fetch a glass of milk on their way to us. Gingerbread men that not only work for our well being, but also taste good if we bite into them (no worries – they don’t mind).

Sigh – like all wonders and miracles also this one is an “almost lie” and has a very short life – one day and one night – and woosh – it disappears again. So the least we can do is party our Cockaigne, our Schlaraffenland, our Land of Milk and Honey, our País de Jauja… Let’s dance, play, discover strange and funny and senseless things, let’s talk and whisper and sing along with the music.

When? November the 6th, 2018, 12:00 pm SLT,
___________________________ 9:00 PM Rome/Berlin,
___________________________ 3:00 PM New York,
___________________________ 6:00 PM Sao Paulo,
___________________________ 7:00 AM (Nov. 7th) Sidney
Where? The region Chameleon, Craft-World
Excuses not to come? Not one!

 

El mundo es un lugar bastante pequeño


Ο κόσμος είναι ένα αρκετά μικρό μέρος
Μη σκέφτεσαι το μέλλον
Δεν θα αργήσει
Χανόμαστε
Δεν πειράζει
Βρίσκονται άλλοι
(Νίκος Ερηνάκης)

(…)
El mundo es un lugar bastante pequeño
No pienses en el futuro
Que no tardará en venir
Perecemos
Pero no importa
Habrá otros
(Nikos Erinakis)

Hay un lugar nuevo en Craft: La sim Honebu, junto a la grande dama “The Black Angel”, el crucero de Licu Rau yTao Quan con un sinfin de rincones sorprendientes – de cabinas lujosas a una suite de luna de miel, una discoteca y sitios para relajar y – vamos, ¡demasiado para contarlo aquí!Ahora, en Honebu hay un pueblito griego en el mar, con un puerto pequñito, un bar llamativo, un hotel de cinco estrellas y con piscina de agua de mar. Partiendo del crucero llegas directamente por un caminito lindo al hotel sí así deseas o te paseas un ratito en la promenada del pueblo con palmeras y flores llegando al Μπαρ από το λιμάνι, el bar del puerto. Y – naturalmente – al mismo puerto con sus molinos de viento tradicionales.Ten cuidado de no tomar demasiado, porque una gran parte del pueblo está en la montaña – es decir ¡escaleras, escaleras, escaleras! Escaleras demasiado peligrosas para subir y bajar borracho…Pero antes de atacar las escaleras igual daremos una vuelta por el centro del pueblo. ¡Acción salva-piernas! y veremos que se puede discubrir aquí.Empezamos en la plaza central con el Δημαρχείο, el ayuntamiento de nuestro pueblito.Ah, casi me olvidé: También en el centro del pueblo hay una que otra escalera…Y gatos… Porque según nuestra amiga Maria los griegos aman a los gatos porque les protejen contra los serpientes. ¿Será verdad? Yo por lo menos soy mas familiar con los gatos que comen ratones. Pero como todo el mundo sabe: lugares diferentes, maneras diferentes. Bueno, y ahora ¡al ataque! 


Os deseamos una feliz y divertida visita en una Grecia sin problemas económicas, sin bancos internacionales y sin governadores corruptos… algo es algo!

Tosha Tyran y xSIBERIAx ILFREDDOPURIFICA

PS: Dentro de pocos días todas los artículos, que por supuesto son todos mesh,  de Honebu serán libres de copiar par quien sea.