The Tale of New Rain....

The Tale of New Rain....

How wondrous and amazing! To smell and taste the fresh fragrant of the first drops of rain in September. The first month of Fall (Autumn) is always filled with new beginning and starting over. Kinda like a second chance is given to you to make right for all the wrongs you might have been doing all year long, since the beginning of the current year. But when Septembers enters the threshold of our households, it's like you are somehow reborn again. Like the second first day of the year, one might say. And you know it's really here when you smell that wonderful and glorious franrance of the wet earth. Oh how lovely that smell is to my odorless nostrils. And how amazing it feels to be able to smell that. To think that some people forget to marvel on these simplest glorious gifts of our planet makes me feel ashamed for our kind. Instead of giving in to these unique and all so simple gifts of Nature, we refuse them and forget to pay attention, since nowadays we are busy and occupied with other things.

As I was walking my dog tonight, I could smell the wet soil around me and I got to thinking; how mankind simply disregards this natural smell all the time. Since it's the first raindrop here where I am, I feel a bit overwhelmed always when these first raindrops visit a country which is scorching most of the time. As my land is located in the Mediterrenean, to see rain is such an amazing feeling and an exhilaration, at least for me. This odour which I always happen to smell whenever I am in the rainy West, but which I only begin to appreciate when I am here in the East, since it is offered to us so rarely.

How bizarre of Mother Nature to create all this...This unique but for many insignificant fragrance which comes every September is among the nicest things I always enjoy whenever I am here. To feel the wetness on my feet and my body, and smell the wet land (which is mostly soil instead of grass-soil) is an overwhelming experience which is given freely to man, yet is so underappreaciated. No one turns to just pause a second and smell this thing I'm talking about; probably most people think of this as something silly and pointless, but yet it is Nature's way of saying that in this land the Season has changed and a New Dawn is upon us, therefore be weary of your body and your mind to this change of atmospheric epoch.

And thus I welcome this New Rain...this New Dawn....and the New Chance which accompanies September....Sweet Yellowish September....

The tale of being afraid....

Everyone at one point or another during their 'human' life has experience that terrible feeling which makes you feel nautious, dizzy, about to vomit, with palms and forehead sweating or getting ice-cold.

The feeling's name; FEAR. One tiny word, but with such a significance to it. Fear of rejection, fear of death, fear of love, fear of professional or personal failure, fear of heights or other etc etc etc etc. I could go on and on. But instead of boring you people with naming all the kinds of fear that are out there, I'm simply gonna write about the fear which haunts me these days; the fear of moving to another country by myself, with no money, no family and a 'possible futre' in the film industry (not as an actor, but more on the backstage of film kinda job).

My head battles with my heart for weeks now trying to see which one is going to overrule; fight for your ideals even if you fail miserably and come back like a scared dog (=with your tail between your legs) or just stay put to a country where there's no real professional future, career-wise, since the film-industry is still in Zero Ground in my birthplace.

So what would you do if you were, hypothetically, in my shoes? Would you take the leap of faith, or better not risk it and stay put?

Now, don't hurry to answer right away, cause if you're really sane about the matter and not a 100% idealist you would put things down and think about all the factors which would influence such a decision; money, acommoddation, cost of living, entourage etc etc.

Such a dilemma to take such a leap of faith....but what if one does not risk and misses the greatest thing that ever could happen to him...or the worst?! Of course one might say, it's all about how strong a character one is, if you can take the physical and psychological harshness which is going to come your way, whether you make it or not. But if you never do risk and just jump on such a decision, sadly you'll never know whether your life might have been different or not. And as 90% of the western population in our time, people over 40s-50s they tend to reminsce about their life, and look back on that cross-roads, that moment where they could have gone one way or another and always wonder; "what if I chose to go there, or what if I chose to do that? how would my life be now (methinks)." No one can answer that of course.

But who can really say at this stage of my life, in following this way you'll gain everything you've always wanted or if you go this way you'll end up destroying your life for good? And this is where I say like a shakesperean hero in distress: "Aye me, what is a man to do? Take in control of thy destiny and deny the shadows of the past. Look forth for there there lies the unkown; the unknown is your future; whether happy or sad, it is there awaiting for your leap of faith!"

Many leaps of faith....they are the ones which put FEAR out of business.

What is your leap of faith? Do you ever regret having leaped or not?........

The Tale of the Impaler (Ασκαλοπιστής)

Vlad Tepes
aka
Count Dracula

I have always found the story of Vampires and Vampirism in genral quite intriguing, but my interest in the real story of the "Vampire" who started it all increased when a copy of Elizabeth Kostova's novel The Historian reached a couple of years back. I was so engrossed by the horrific true tale of The Impaler aka Vlad Tepes aka Count Dracula of Wallachia and Transilvania, that I wanted to find more about the real person beyond the story. His tale, his world, his actions. His truth.

The most logical place to start would be by dusting off every book I managed to grap from my Uni's library whilst I was studying to get my Degree in Literature. But finding the historical material was not enough to apease my hunger for learning more about Vlad; this mysterious warlord from the Balkhans who spread so much chaos and death among his subjects during his reign.

Thus another book reached my hands; this time it was a novel with purpose and more wit; a novel filled with dakrness and mystery; a booked filled with horror and blood. The author? Bram Stoker. The book? Dracula. The novel who turned the warlord to a real inhuman monster. The book who set the bar on what means being undead and unreal to the rest of humanity. An author managed to turn the story of this mythical ruler into a bedtime horror story for the public of the late 19th century.

Dracula, although gripping and horrific as it may have been wirtten to draw the readers, presented only a hint of the reality of the Real Vlad Tepes though. All that Sotker created was a fraction of how the real Vlad was in real life. Through my ow researching from all the dusty old books and the documents I managed to read through online I came to the conclusion that Vlad must have a really harsh childhood thus resulting to his vile character when growing up. All his actions would be psychoanalyzed today, if he was living in present day. I'm most assured that Vlad's household, which was filled with domestic violence and lack of love and lots of indifference from his parents, was a catalyst to Vlad's monstrous nature, no matter how much he tried to escape the horros being done to him as a youngster by the Turks, he could not escape his past, thus making him into the 'blood-sucking' ruler that he was shaped by others to be.

Indeed in our time, many novelists, screen-writers and filmmakers have indulged on this idea of creating the world of the 'undead' which sprung from our dear old historical figure of Vlad Tepes. Why is that? In reading about it I came across to this section where it mention that Vlad's grave was re-opened some time after his death, but his body had vanished. Some spoke of moving onto the world of the 'undead' where he would drink the blood of his subjects still and haunt the living. Whether that is true indeed no one can be sure about it. All we have are some of the Wallachian myths, being re-told by each generation to generation in order to either frighten children into sleeping at night or frighten foreign invaders from stepping on that particular land of Transylvania.

Some of Vlad's attrocities though have taken on a serious hit, when first reading about them. I am posting some 'anecdotes' as a webstie called them of some of such acts. Please be warned, they are quite vile and nasty:

1. The Golden Cup

Vlad Dracula was known throughout his land for his fierce insistence on honesty and order. Thieves seldom dared practice their trade within his domain, for they knew that the stake awaited any who were caught. Vlad was so confident in the effectiveness of his law that he laced a golden cup on display in the central square of Tirgoviste. The cup was never stolen and remained entirely unmolested throughout Vlad Dracula’s reign.

2. The Burning of the Sick and Poor

Vlad Dracula was very concerned that all his subjects work and contribute to the common welfare. He once notice that the poor, vagrants, beggars and cripples had become very numerous in his land. Consequently, he issued an invitation to all the poor and sick in Wallachia to come to Tirgoviste for a great feast, claiming that no one should go hungry in his land. As the poor and crippled arrived in the city they were ushered into a great hall where a fabulous feast was prepared for them. The guests ate and drank late into the night. Vlad himself then made an appearance and asked them, "What else do you desire? Do you want to be without cares, lacking nothing in this world?" When they responded positively Vlad ordered the hall boarded up and set on fire. None escaped the flames. Vlad explained his action to the boyars by claiming that he did this "in order that they represent no further burden to other men, and that no one will be poor in my realm."

3. The Foreign Ambassadors

Although there are some discrepancies between the German and Russian pamphlets in the interpretation of this story, they agree to the following: Two ambassadors of a foreign power visited Vlad’s court at Tirgoviste. When in the presence of the prince, they refused to remove their hats. Vlad ordered that the hats be nailed to their heads, such that they should never have to remove them again.

Note: The nailing of hats to the heads of those who displeased a monarch was not an unknown act in eastern Europe and by the princes of Moscow.

4. The Foreign Merchant

A merchant from a foreign land visited Tirgoviste. Aware of the reputation of Vlad Dracula’s land for honesty, he left a treasure-laden cart unguarded in the street over night. Upon returning to his wagon in the morning, the merchant was shocked to find 160 golden ducats missing. Then the merchant complained of his loss to the prince, Vlad assured him that his money would be returned. Vlad Dracula then issued a proclamation to the city—find the thief and return the money or the city will be destroyed. During the night he ordered that 160 ducats plus one extra be taken from his own treasury and placed in the merchant’s cart. On returning to his cart the next morning and counting his money the merchant discovered the extra ducat. The merchant returned to Vlad and reported that his money had indeed been returned plus an extra ducat. Meanwhile the thief had been captured and turned over to the prince’s guards along with the stolen money. Vlad ordered the thief impaled and informed the merchant that if he had not reported the extra ducat he would have been impaled alongside the thief.

5. The Lazy Woman

Vlad once noticed a man working in the fields while wearing a caftan (shirt) that he adjudged to be too short in length. The prince stopped and asked to see the man’s wife. When the woman was brought before him he asked her how she spent her days. The poor, frightened woman stated that she spent her days washing, baking and sewing. The prince pointed out her husband’s short caftan as evidence of her laziness and dishonesty and ordered her impaled, despite her husband’s protestations that he was well satisfied with his wife. Vlad then ordered another woman to marry the peasant but admonished her to work hard or she would suffer the same fate.

6. The Nobleman with the Keen Sense of Smell

On St. Bartholomew’s Day in 1459 Vlad Dracula caused thirty thousand of the merchants and nobles of the Transylvanian city of Brasov to be impaled. In order that he might better enjoy the results of his orders, the prince commanded that his table be set up and that his boyars join him for a feast amongst the forest of impaled corpses. While dining, Vlad noticed that one of his boyars was holding his nose in an effort to alleviate the terrible smell of clotting blood and emptied bowels. Vlad then ordered the sensitive nobleman impaled on a stake higher than all the rest so that he might be above the stench.

7. Vlad Dracula’s Mistress

Vlad Dracula once had a mistress that lived in a house in the back streets of Tirgoviste. This woman apparently loved the prince to distraction and was always anxious to please him. Vlad was often moody and depressed and the woman made every effort to lighten her lover’s burdens. Once, when he was particularly depressed, the woman dared tell him the lie that she was with child. Vlad had the woman examined by the bath matrons. When informed that the woman was lying, Vlad drew his knife and cut her open from the groin to her breast, leaving her to die in agony.

8. The Polish Nobleman

Benedict de Boithor, a Polish nobleman in the service of the King of Hungary, visited Vlad Dracula at Tirgoviste in September of 1458. At dinner one evening Vlad ordered a golden spear brought and set up directly in front of the royal envoy. Vlad then asked the envoy if he knew why this spear had been set up. Benedict replied that he imagined some boyar had offended the prince and that Vlad intended to honor him. Vlad responded that the spear had, in fact, been set up in honor of his noble, Polish guest. The Pole then responded that if he had done anything to deserve death that Vlad should do as he thought best. Vlad Dracula was greatly pleased by this answer, showered him with gifts, and declared that had he answered in any other manner he would have been immediately impaled.

9. The Two Monks
   There is some discrepancy in the telling of this anecdote. The various sources agree, however, as to the basic story. Two monks from a foreign land came to visit Vlad Dracula in his palace at Tirgoviste. Curious to see the reaction of the churchmen, Vlad showed them rows of impaled corpses in the courtyard. When asked their opinions, the first monk responded, "You are appointed by God to punish evil-doers." The other monk had the moral courage to condemn the cruel prince. In the version of the story most common in the German pamphlets, Vlad rewarded the sycophantic monk and impaled the honest one. In the version found in Russian pamphlets and in Romanian verbal tradition Vlad rewarded the honest monk for his integrity and courage and impaled the sycophant for his dishonesty.

In passing the first shock, one has after reading all this, we cannot but wonder; who was Vlad Tepes after all, and who was the Real Dracula?

My heart's opinion: "Of course the world of the 'undead' exists. So does Vlad or Dracula lives on and they really do live among us by feeding on blood, human or other. I'd be so flabergusted if passing onto such a world; of course it would be scary but also thrilling, and who wouldn't like to experience the eternal life of the 'undead/blood-sucker' world?

My head's opinion: "Don't be daft. Of course there's isn't such as a thing as a vampire or a blood-scuker. That's a made-up nightmarish tale which sprung from the villagers in Wallachia to scare of children or people in general. It's like urban-myths. Hollywood took it on board and created blockbusters through it (Underworld, Dracula, Van Helsing, True Blood etc) and many best-selling authors (The Twilight Series) thought it a good idea to expand on this idea of vampirism. So why should I believe in this nosense that there's another world out there, that of the 'undead' who just can't wait to find me in a dark alley and suck my warm human blood out?!"

So what do you think? Does the Real Dracula exist out there, who in fact is the 'undead' Vlad Tepes? Or is it all just a made-up nonsense told to children by generation to generation to keep the memory of the real Vlad alive by creating this mythical monstrous creature...the vampire...Dracula (=Devil in Wallachian).

Tell me your thoughts on Vlad Tepes...Dracula.....