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About a month or so ago I undertook a radical cleansing, sort of ‘life detox’. In the process I disposed of all unnecessary, non-essential and otherwise superfluous ‘things’ … those objects we accumulate throughout our existence and, in the process, convince ourselves that we absolutely need and must have all of those ‘things’.
That our lives are simply not possible without the certain number of square meters occupied by those ‘things’ … ranging from piles of clothing, footwear, electronics, ornaments, games, boats, sporting gears, cars … oh yes cars too!
That’s right; among the ‘things’ I decided are not essential was my car too. There were several reasons for this, (not the least that I was always somewhat of a rubbish driver … my searches for destinations are quite legendary in some circles -:)), but after some weeks without it, I am convinced it was a right decision!
For a start; cost of running the car is very high when compared to an average earning in my part of the world, then there is of course stress of finding a park in the city (and in my case never quite remembering where have I actually parked the jolly thing -:)), stress of causing or being part of an accident, … I am sure there is a very good reason why truly reach people have professional drivers to drive them around and take care of their vehicles!
I am of course aware that there are places and circumstances were a car really is essential. When my child was little, that was my situation too. We lived in a very small country town without a public transport and a car or a taxi was the only option apart from walking. For years the main, if not the only, use of my car was to drive to and from pre-school, child-care, school, various out of school activities … and of course finally letting the child learn how to drive the very same car (yes, it was an old but well looked after car).
However, since I am now childless as child has flown the nest, and carless as there is no longer anyone to drive to and from, I have taken to walking around this city which I arrived to almost 12 months ago. And what a joy that is!
Once you start and discover first few secluded streets and alleys … you realize that the only true way to claim a place for yours is to walk it.
Take a look:
And then if I continue walking down towards the CBD, after some ten or fifteen minutes I come upon the New Zealand Parliament Buildings of which the Beehive is the most famous and some say the ugliest building in Wellington … I would not go that far – I think just ugly would suffice -:)!
Wellingtonian’s owe the Beehive to a Scottish architect Sir Basil Spence who provided the original conceptual design of the Beehive in 1964. The Beehive was built in stage between 1969 and 1979. The building is 72 m high has ten stories and four floors below ground.
Here it is in all its glory:
And now of course I am in the CBD, the compact but vibrant place.
It occurred to me that there only two cities in which I have been both; carless and childless; Zagreb, the city in which I grew up and Wellington the city to which I came once I ceased to be a day-to-day, hands-on parent … while there are oceans between those two cities, and the whole sea of my own life in between, the both cities made me walk through them to get to know them.
And so here is the little snippet of Zagreb … this is the Croatian National Theater in the Zagreb’s CBD. The University I attended is just across the road from it and the my bellowed Upper City not far either.