A travel diary
Wed Sept 29th, 2010 - Thurs Oct 7th, 2010
Written by Robin Renitent
for www.rebellogblog.com / dev
(朝鲜民主主义人民共和国)
Today, the 05 October 2010, begins with a program point, we had even proposed. We had wanted to visit a farm. I wanted to see how does agriculture, which machines and equipment you use, knowing that we are in a specially selected Vorführfarm would be.
So we drive, in glorious weather, 30 minutes on the highway and visit the Chonsam-ri cooperative farm. Now, we are now well trained to keep our version, yet when all the farms in the country look like this, one need not worry about the DPRK to make. Our Tourarrangeure therefore say that we of the view from the car window teaches nothing else, we left our minds in Beijing in the case.
We keep a very large, very clean, very clean and equipped with flower beds, forecourt. Here he is again, Kim Il-sun, this time with 3 children the great leader who knew a lot of agriculture. Chonsam-ri is the way, if I understood it correctly, people management. Since we are right, we see hard-working teachers cultivate the weed the lawn, the plants. Right next to the magnificent buildings that surround the square, we see a series of greenhouses. I look inside, tomatoes, cucumbers, storybook-like, exemplary. There is nothing wrong. The greenhouses are subject to a brigade of 50 people, the farm has 10 brigades, a total of 2,500 people live here. I am reminded of the fleeting thought that with us for the operation of such a series of greenhouse perhaps only 2-3 people would be employed, but then I repressed the thought. We have so many resin IV receivers that there is probably not, could learn from the DPRK so we.
Compared with sloping glass roofs a snail farm is located. We see a number of tanks with snails nibble on the leaves and on a bases we check to see eggs. must Well, very nice, but how to enable large-scale really want success to me explain again, perhaps later on a trip.
Now we go to a community center, or a kind of cultural center, an unusually large farm, a theater space of every German town and would do honor to behold: Just in this moment is, Geue bt. Once we were there we are greeted with clapping, our 6-man delegation takes place, begins alone in this big auditorium and a demonstration. At its best! Absolutely great! Only, I can hardly believe that it is part of the Farm Cooperative. The ensemble looks so well kept, Sun Nappies from working otherwise really in agriculture? And such talent in a farm. But I have my doubts aside and accept: The DPRK has the good fortune to have an unusually large number of talents. Anyway, we have again the absolute "Putin feeling," we, the artists and no one else ... Our thanks to the leaders of the cooperative!
But now we really want to see how the country's population lives in normality. It leads us to a typical farmhouse. The people are not there, they work of course, but the grandmother, is on loan as a picture book in the entrance gate of the walled enclosure, clean the house. It sorts dried fruit lying on a tarp. We must look into the house and. We can take pictures. We find very nice because we can say how clean and tidy, it looks like. The spotless kitchen, the smoke floor so clean, almost never used, very decent people. In the living room, covered with clean, Doilies, television, computer, stereo. Man, my first parents were farmers in Denmark. But then the saw is not enough. My first mother in law has not understood how to keep order. On the walls pictures of both Kim's and other family members of those really good family. We would still like to know other family members, but as I said, work comes first. After we have recovered in the face of this almost seemingly typical North Korean capitalist country version of our budget, we say goodbye warmly by his grandma and go by bus through a long tunnel to the other side of the mountain. Here, once got out, we stroll along a well-kept and made of smooth concrete leading to work through the rice fields. Nix with mud, slush and mud. Clean the freshly cut rice is piled in the fields. On the street next door drive modern tractors and trucks. In the fields, some farmers, men and women who work. My questions are answered. Then to see a brigade, very clean and dressed unusually colored, and begins on the already harvested fields to bend over. What exactly do they open up to me, not even they look a little urban. Likely to receive support from the city, we can see in the Soviet Union and East Germany. Slowly we go back to the bus. As we turn the group finished its work, it's really warm in the sun. Us also.
visit to this farm Cooperative has me thinking: Do we really get it right in the West? I have no idea what the 10 brigades of 50 people working here in detail, but if they work, and I presume they are busy. Hard working. In contrast, many of us stuck in the queue and obtain support. Yes, and in harvest time, we need to stand by Poland, the asparagus and bring in the grapes.
But now it goes on: We drive to the "Mt Ryonggak for picnic lunch and ascent to summit for panoramic view of Pyongyang. " An enchanting landscape, a good view and a little uphill climb. People are not here, except for one brigade, which tear off an old outhouse and repairing the roads. We enjoy the view, stay on the mountain top, then it's another step down to a fantastic picnic park. An approximately 30m long stone dragon winds through the picturesque landscape, are at his bedside, at different levels, created stone picnic tables and benches. A wonderful place, we repair alone, only about 50m away some of the workers way. Such a place I would have liked in Germany. But now the ultimate surprise: 2 tables are covered, cloth tablecloths, dishes, table grills, countless bowls of ingredients and large plate of various meats. 2 pretty young waitresses, not in gray work clothes, but in Pinkanoraks serve us and our meat grilled at your table. Very nice. Imagine that: With a second car, the young ladies extra reassigned from a restaurant in the city and drove her here. With all due Klimbim. It is fabulous. Good people: as far as organization, the North Koreans almost as good as we Germans Äähm, probably even better ...
In the countryside we do it, why not. Our children like it very well. Who would not be dropped so it looked after. That this can be but in the DPRK is a twist of fate, we've a.) paid and we b.) do not change yet. We still make our own thoughts, but not at this moment. The food is rich and we have enough time. Never entssteht the pressure, which we always read. Then we run to the tail of the dragon, which ends in a lake. Here is a beautiful parkland close to water tanks, figures, and an artificial island. Could it in the Residence of Kim Jong-Il look better? Hard to imagine.
is so saturated it back to town to visit a middle school. Also, a desired point of our program. The bus stops between school building and schoolyard. A teacher welcomes us and leads us into a classroom. Here we see the class best, the best school, the students earned the past, the walls are filled with photos and diagrams. Our children listen attentively. Then it goes up one floor in the biology room. On the cabinets and the floor are small stuffed animals of indigenous forests, in large glasses can we "inserted" Oktopussy's and even see a small shark. The stuffed animals from sehehn already taken something, but also with us is no money in so many schools. Then it goes through glass windows in the doors, we can see how to work in the classes, then the door: The English class.
We enter the student to jump, clap lasting (why, nor do we have nothing geeistet ...) then says the most obvious bombed a greeting us with questions. Our children are a bit befuddled, such a flow of words they had not expected. The questions are about: "What is your favorite subject," or "What did you do in your spare time?" Just harmless student questions. But really no conversation is going, which may be due to our children, who are a little shy and have not been long in front of a class. Therefore, I take an occasional and fill in the answers or ask questions yourself. Then I ask because I notice now coming to the end of the time, "He who has younger siblings?" And when some of the report show about 12 years old, I give children my best, "There are 2 pigeons sit on a roof" trick. The always goes down, breaking every ice and here are the kids excited. So we divorced, again accompanied by thunderous applause.
Now it goes into the music room: Already in progress are children lined up in school uniform and greet us with loud applause, then, the room itself, a teacher at a mixer and a school orchestra. What comes now is simply fabulous: Captured play for 30 minutes and the orchestra sings for us. Services that I do because I'm looking for can not compare with the services in other countries. Canada may be forgotten completely. The bring about anything, from very few exceptions apart. But not because of music education is, but rather at which ground-breaking talent of the individual. Even in Germany they would have longer, though not quite as long to search for comparable perfection found. We are all pretty impressed. As the concert ended, I thank you and assure the children that "they can be grateful to have such music teacher. Since radiation-all, even the teachers, and to thunderous applause, we will adopt here.
Now we have some time and our tour guides finally want my desire for a Redeem walk through normal residential streets. Sun all the works, not by her side already, but I felt NORMAL residential streets. But if we walk in the street, very representative, is to just renovated the Russian Embassy. Sure, there are houses. Very good looking, beautiful facades, excellent construction, flowers on the balconies, "a beautiful Jejend det is here." I have my doubts that it looks like that everywhere, but I know they will always show us the best. I think that's pathetic ... and I do it at my house visit so no different. Through streets where young, well-dressed People already practicing for the party, we come finally to the School Children's Palace.
With perfect timing and a super organization meet here all the other tour buses one of these days and now the palace is visited, and work is the usual, but is on Tuesdays "Open Day". We go from room to room and see kids like them, depending on Ausbildzungsstand, make ink drawings, embroidery, create or learn in different rooms, different music instruments. I was particularly impressed the room with the piano, or wings, where the children play at 4 wings and synchronously. The self get out only a few adult pianists. Never like this before seen or heard. Also see a Taekwondo class when we practice. Then, against 16 clock all the tourists gather in the theater. This is quite large, the whole building is, as usual, huge, and expect a performance. What now has to be experienced. A complete music and theater show at its best. I have never seen greater perfection. Absolutely outstanding. A high point "chases" the other. Oh, I forgot, no, these are not adults, are all the children. Trained to doom trained would say, one may well be only one such system. But the benefits are there, do not be talked away. The beaming faces at least I can see, the applause, the numerous bouquets of flowers delight the children. They see themselves recognized. Meanwhile, back
stomach growl. We are going to a Duck Restaurant (ie duck) and once again we eat with our guides. It goes on and we missed a barbecue duck at the table. It is clear that we thank them for their care, their superb organization. We raise our glasses and long echoes in space's more:
North Korea, long live!
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