Right time – wrong place

Beginning of this week I had the opportunity to participate in my 1st Telepresence Meeting ever. A bit similar to the video conference facility, so the participants not only hear but also see each other, but in Telepresence you have several grandiose screens, making it possible to invite many parties at the same time, and everyone hears and sees everyone. Picture quality is marvellous, you see each others’ face in real life size – and as for the sound, well, if someone turns pages in her documents in Prague, from the mere sound I am able to tell in Brussels which page she is at.

5 countries are present on our meeting, in which I am demonstrating talents as the organizer – so it is important enough things go smooth.

Originally I invited a 6th county, too, but there the colleague had an urgent call so she excused herself. For this reason her meeting room is shown empty on the big screen.

The meeting has started. We are just discussing a key topic, when I (also all other participants) see a lady entering the room of the 6th county. I immediately realize she is not our invited colleague, so it crosses my mind the invited colleague must have quickly delegated this meeting to another local colleague, very nice of her, so far so good.

Then this lady goes to the meeting room table, and takes out something from her pocket… which is a cloth ….. ohnoo she is starting to dust the furniture!

In the other 5 participating countries there are more and more colleagues who are unsuccessfully trying to suppress their smilies, and I am just about to raise my voice and inform the lady that here we are having a meeting actually – when she steps to the door – and leaves the room.

So I conclude also smiling in myself that, thanks God, the reputation of our Utmost Serious Meeting has been retained, and that even the best script writer wouldn’t have been able to think of a funnier intermezzo….

when the door re-opens, the same lady enters, but this time not alone: she is dragging something heavy with herself….. oh noooo…. cannot be…. this…. is….. an….. INDUSTRIAL VACUUM CLEANER!!!!!

She is switching it on.

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Have I mentioned you already the perfect sound quality of Telepresence meetings….

where even the sound of papers…..?

I black out.

Curtains.

Chaplin

I am on the railway station going to work. We had some snow some parts in Belgium, and have had rain since then, so the sidewalks are often dangerously slippery by the ice.
So I thought I really chose a challenging outfit for today – a black dress with matching high heels – until the moment I see the lady, who is also going to the station 
– in high heels, AND
– balancing a huuuuuge musical instrument (I guess it is a chello) on her back, AND
– in one hand hanging her handbag, AND
– in her other hand holding an open cup of coffee, AND
– apparently she did not leave home in time as she has been r.u.n.n.i.n.g.
Chaplin not dead.

This is also Belgium

I just love multiculturalism.

On Sunday I had a discussion with a papa, whose daughter goes for chess in the same club with my son. The man is originating from India, and we often see each other in the cafeteria.

He: ‘Are you Flemish? I can’t tell – you look like one, but you speak English here..’

Me: ‘I am Hungarian. ..Were you already born in Belgium?’

He: ‘No, still back in India. So, Hungary…well, sorry, all I know of the country is that it has its own unique language, and used to belong to the communist block…’

Me: ‘No worries. In exchange, all we know about India is that it is 1 country…a nice big country, though..’

He: ‘That’s right. The size of Europe. I, for example, have never been in our capital.. I see you are also a fan of clichés.. ‘

Me: ‘Absolutely. Anyway, what do you work in Belgium?’

He: ‘I am a space engineer, working for the European Space Agency.’

Me: ‘Oh, you must then be frequently visiting the Mars.’

He: ‘Not so often any more, I don’t have much free time, so only at the weekends. Where do you work?’

Me: ‘At a bankinsurer.’

He: ‘Then you must be terribly rich!’

Me: ‘ Oh, don’t even mention. We’ve just recently changed at home our gas heating for burning paper – in order to get rid of the piles of banknotes.’

He: ‘Okay, I see chess has finished, the children are returning. Continue next Sunday?’

Me: ‘Fine, see you next Sunday.’