It's Sunday and I'm staring at my son's long
fingernails. I'm not supposed to cut nails on Sunday in England. "It
brings bad luck," explains Matt. Despite of the ban I pick up the
scissors. After all it's school day tomorrow and I've let him off long enough
already.
It's easy with my daughter though, she likes to
pull the nails off herself. And despite of the fact I've forbidden her doing
that, she still does it. I wonder where she's getting it from, ignoring what's
told?
Another superstition I'm failing to follow is not
pointing my finger towards the rainbow. It's just pretty hard to say - look up
left or right in the sky, there's a rainbow! Instead I lose my ability talking
in a simple and logical manner. I'm trying to find trees and buildings that could
locate the rainbow and then obviously I have to describe these trees and
buildings, how they exactly look like. By the time I've finished my blabbering
the rainbow is gone, and that IS a bad luck, because rainbows are beautiful and
relatively rare to spot. So instead of feeling confused every single time I see
one colourful beauty of nature I've decided just to point at that, because it's
not bringing bad luck to Estonians. It's not our superstition I've convinced
myself.
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The doomed one. Can't even get the glasses right... |
Actually I'm not really superstitious. I used to be
(superstitious and religious at the same time, a little bit of everything,
right!) and used to spit three times over my left shoulder when I didn't want
something to come true. English people don't do anything so disgraceful as
spitting, they just touch wood. But obviously they have lords and ladies as
well. And the Queen. What have Estonians got? Hmm... I think we just keep
spitting.
To be honest there's one more superstition that
doesn't make any sense. Ok, which superstition does make any sense? But that
one is quite strange. You aren't supposed to open an umbrella inside the house.
Considering the weather here, how are you going to dry your wet umbrella then?
Keeping it closed, this wet thing wouldn't have very nice smell after a while...
I prefer wearing a waterproof now or just a hood, trying to avoid contradicting
myself with all this opening or not opening the umbrella.
So how am I ever going to integrate properly if I
can't even follow these few superstitions?!
Anyway I WAS doomed for the life as soon as I was born. It was a very
unlucky day, the 13th.
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