Fiction is a whale

Fiction was invented the day Jonah arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.
Gabriel García Márquez (quotation reblogged from Logical Quotes)

I seem to have a problem with fiction – writing it, that is, far from reading it. That’s why here are some examples of non-fiction instead, born in short bursts upon reading your blogs, posted as comments there and slightly edited for comprehension here. You are kindly invited to read the original posts as well, you will not be sorry.

First, a comment on where I was in the 80’s, as spurred by Snow at The Snow Melts Somewhere and Suvi at Destination: Everywhere (with amended last part because I had it wrong):

1987. They started to call me Mexi right about then. As they did my father before me, except that he was Meksi.

I was age 10-20 in the 80’s, so in a way everything happened to me then. I went to school in Ljubljana, Slovenia – then still divinely peaceful Socialist Yugoslavia. Summers we spent by the sea in Croatia, winters skiing in Austria or Italy, New Year Eves in Kranjska Gora, Slovenia. I watched series like “Pippi Longstocking”, “Den vita stenen” (“White Stone”; Swedish), Verano azul (“Blue Summer”; Spanish), whole lot of Yugoslav Partisan series, “How the West Was Won”, “Battlestar Galactica”. I listened to Duran Duran, Spandau Ballet, Wham and Prince. (The Doors came at about age 19.) At 18, university, where two years later I met my first live-in boyfriend, half Croatian, half Italian. That was the end of the easy 80’s. At 23 we ran a school of Italian language together, he was our first teacher. I was the director and I never listened in during the classes we organised, that’s why I still don’t know how to speak Italian now that I live here. 😀 (The last time I heard from him, his message was: “Serves you right!”)

The second short but telling comment I posted under a lovely procrastination story by Judith Sornberger at Brevity’s Nonfiction Blog:

As an English-as-a-foreign-language speaker, I used to think “procrastinate” was a bad word. I never used it, I merely glanced at it from afar. Then I encountered it in such an environment, said with such glee and innocence, that I knew it couldn’t mean what I’d thought it had meant. I needed some more time to realise a) what “procrastinate” really meant, b) that I’d been mixing it up with “fornicate”, and c) that I was guilty of this one too.

And now two comments under two posts by Susanne Fletcher at Wuthering Bites who I always love to read.

First she writes about swimming, and this rolled out after reading her:

A beauty. Throws me right back in the pool when I used to go. The pool belonged to the Faculty of Sports. When I exited once, similarly full of endorphins, I was approached by a young, handsome fellow, obviously a student. He asked for my phone number. Hm? “For the research, on the overweight?” He would help me with my diet.

I didn’t give him my number but took his.

(Then Susanne said she would have pushed him into the pool and I continued:)

Yes, but you see, I was on their territory. Everybody was fit and young there. (He was not being rude, he was offering his services of knowing what was good for me. These people wish to make everybody look like them.) Also, we were already in the parking lot, couldn’t push him…

And then she went to Mexico to write and returned with a warmhearted dog and whale story. And under it I wrote:

You always spur a recollection wheel in my brain. That’s good, I’d say. All I’d need to do now is write it down, but for that I’d need to slay a few demons first. Anyway, here is the memory, just for you: 

Blue dress, goddess sea hair. Duba, Croatia, 2009. Photo: kind person.

I was walking my dog in my long blue dress after swimming, so you can imagine what state my hair was in. Pretty much goddess-like. We were in Piran, which is in Slovenia, my country of origin, and the sea was good. A local elderly fisherman, sitting in front of a bar which I was passing did not quite hoot or whistle but said to himself, pretty convinced that I’m just another foreign tourist: “Hooo, look at that piece of…” Before he could conclude, I stopped, looking him in the eye and asked him in his own dialect to embarrass him more: “Piece of what exactly? Now I really wish to now.” He lowered his head and waited for me to pass while the dog tried to make him his bitch. Just as well.

Featured photo: One Italian-Slovenian dog, no whale.

Photo: © signature mmm

27 Comments Add yours

  1. Loved reading this!! 😍 Your photo from the 80’s is so cool, love the hair! And did you say you ran a school???! I’d love to hear more little stories like this from your past life

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    1. Thank you, SMSW, I’m glad you like the hair. 🙂 I saw that you wished to include a childhood photo too but changed your mind. 😉 I have as many stories as you wish… and what feels like many past lives as well. Nothing wrong with non-fiction, if you think about it.

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    1. Thank you, Maggie! 🙂

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  2. Suvi says:

    Hehe the story on how you managed not to learn Italian is too funny! Summers in Croatia and winters skiing – sounds lovely ❤️ I’d love to hear more 😊

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    1. Thank you, Suvi. No problem, more coming up all the time little by little, just stick close. 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Farmgirl! 🙂 *waves to all your animals*

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      1. Thank you! 😊 🐑🐓🐶🐱

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  3. Truth is really better than fiction!

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    1. Hehe, Claudia, it might also be that I just don’t like to invent, similarly as I don’t like to act and pretend to be somebody else.


      1. I think you are very much yourself and don’t feel the need nor have the ability to be anything else. I say this because I think I am the same way. And I don’t put down people who can assume different roles and so on; that’s just a different inner nature expressing itself. The main thing is, you know who you are, and your voice is very clear. That is valuable to you and to us out here reading your works and seeing your pictures, I think, very much so.

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      2. I certainly hope this is the case. 🙂 Thank you, Claudia! And yes, I can feel we are similar in this regard.

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  4. joey says:

    I always enjoy Susanne as well. She’s a brilliant writer!

    Love the photos. You’re so pretty, and haven’t changed a bit. I think it’s normal to get words switched-up, and sometimes it can be SO FUNNY! 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Joey, and now you’re being very kind. 🙂

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      1. joey says:

        Just pointing out my noticing, as ever.

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  5. lifelessons says:

    Great response to the dirty old man. Proud of you!!!

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    1. Hehhe, Judy, thanks! I tend to do that a lot. I’m rather intimidating in person. Not many dare to squeak. 😀

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  6. Susanne says:

    What a damn clever post idea! I do so love your comments and your stories and your photos, too! Willyalookatthatgodesshair?! You are FABULOUS!

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    1. Ahh, thank you, Susanne, I’m glad you approve. 🙂


  7. Reblogged this on raynotbradbury and commented:
    A beautiful blue girl + Interesting swimming Story + lots of Hungry MadMen + A Dog who want to Learn Italian lol = Fiction? Haha ❤️❤️ really enjoyed the reading 👏👏👏💪💪☕️

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    1. Heheh, I’m happy to see that my little stories make you happy, RayNot. And for sharing my bestia and blue dress. Cin cin!

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      1. 👋 Yes i liked the way you told the story 🙂 ironic & tough but still soft styling. Really nice

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      2. “Ironic & tough but still soft styling” is a good way to be perceived. Thanks so much.


  8. kinkyacres says:

    Great! Thank you RayNotBradbury for re-posting and giving us the opportunity to experience this!

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    1. Yeah, indeed! Hail, hail, RayNot! And I’d love to visit your blog and read something there, alas, nothing there…


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