#Tsatsa

[theapartmentstore]

Tsatsas Frankfurt

[thegoatsongs]

The Crew and Bulgarian cuisine in Varna

First off, Jonathan. I think he would want to try Shkembe (Bulgarian tripe soup), and love it. Tripe soup isn't common in England, but we know he is open to new experiences and that he is daring. Plus, he used to be poor and it's likely he's been having similar cuts of meat, which was most affordable in England. Tripe soup has variations in Southeastern Europe and the Middle East, but the Bulgarian version adds paprika in particular and, in fact, claims the more paprika, the better. (imo it's up to your spice taste)

Is he trying any in Varna? I say yes. Because tripe soup places are traditionally open all night and morning because they're commonly visited around dawn by graveyard-shift working-class people, sailors, and people who drank the night away. Because it settles the stomach.

After Mina's dawn report, he sometimes goes there to eat, after another night of being up with Mina. He's not been very hungry, but he tries to eat... He needs his strength. He of course asks for extra paprika. He needs to feel somewhat alive.

I see Mina liking fish, and Varna is a sea town. I base this on her surname and her strong affinity with the seashore, mostly. She would really like deep-fried sprats (tsatsa), herring-like fish with lemon and fries. Sort of reminds her of home with its fish and chips. She would like the various Black Sea fishes like shad and goby, and mussels. She avoids going out when she's awake, but Jonathan knows her tastes and brings her seafood.

She tries to eat like a normal human, for him. It gets less and less easier.

Van Helsing may have tried a few Balkan dishes before but I think that he would like local Lozomi Sarmi. Rice/veggie/herb-stuffed grape leaves are a staple starter in the Balkans. I see him in general preferring vegetarian dishes but he'll have some of the ground meat stuffed ones. Dipped in Bulgarian yogurt.

Quincey is a meat lover to me and I can see him loving Meshana Skara, aka assorted meat dish, that includes meatballs, the famous kebapche, steak, and pita. Arthur isn't a lover of the local cuisine but he will try it if his friends are having it. It's what he usually does in their travels. But he eats plenty of Bulgarian yogurt, Kiselo Mlyako. It's sour, and he prefers it that way, than adding honey.

Jack likes trying new things and assessing them, he'll try almost anything once. It's autumn and getting chillier at the seaport, so he opts for warmer food like Gyuvech, a vegetable casserole with beef and potatoes in red sauce.

His insomnia sometimes brings him to overnight restaurants. Sometimes, after dawn, he sees Jonathan there. They sit and eat and smoke together, mostly in silence.

[leeenuu]

Streets are flooded in Kherson, Ukraine, Wednesday, June 7, 2023 after the walls of the Kakhovka dam collapsed. Residents of southern Ukraine, some who spent the night on rooftops, braced for a second day of swelling floodwaters on Wednesday as authorities warned that a Dnieper River dam breach would continue to unleash pent-up waters from a giant reservoir. (AP Photo/Libkos)

Russian rockets are launched against Ukraine from Russia's Belgorod region, seen from Kharkiv, Ukraine, late Sunday, June 4, 2023. (AP Photo/Vadim Belikov)

Volunteers evacuate dogs and goats from the flooded city in Kherson, Ukraine, Wednesday, June 7, 2023. Floodwaters from a collapsed dam kept rising in southern Ukraine on Wednesday, forcing hundreds of people to flee their homes in a major emergency operation that brought a dramatic new dimension to the war with Russia, now in its 16th month. (AP Photo/Libkos)

A woman identifying the body of her 34-year-old daughter, who was killed in an overnight missile strike in Kyiv on Thursday, June 1, 2023. (Nicole Tung/The New York Times)

Local resident Tetiana holds her pets, Tsatsa and Chunya, as she stands inside her house that was flooded after the Kakhovka dam blew up overnight, in Kherson, Ukraine, Tuesday, June 6, 2023. Ukraine on Tuesday accused Russian forces of blowing up a major dam and hydroelectric power station in a part of southern Ukraine that Russia controls, risking environmental disaster. (AP Photo/Evgeniy Maloletka)

People look at a fire on the top of residential building following a drone attack, in Kyiv, Ukraine, Saturday, May 20, 2023. Russian air attacks have escalated to near-nightly raids over the last month. The attacks come at night, when most in Kyiv are sound asleep. The sirens wail across the Ukrainian capital, rousing bleary-eyed residents, who, after 15 months of war, have customized individual routines to cope with Russia’s latest air campaign. (AP Photo/Alex Babenko)

Dead fish are seen on the drained bottom of the Nova Kakhovka reservoir after the Nova Kakhovka dam breached in the village of Marianske in Dnipropetrovsk region, Ukraine, Wednesday, June 7, 2023. (REUTERS/Sergiy Chalyi)

Children attend a group therapy class at the recovery camp for children and their mothers affected by the war near Lviv, Ukraine, Wednsday, May 3, 2023. A generation of Ukrainian children have seen their lives upended by Russia's invasion of their country. Hundreds of kids have been killed. For the survivors, the wide-ranging trauma is certain to leave psychological scars that will follow them into adolescence and adulthood. UNICEF says an estimated 1.5 million Ukrainian children are at risk of mental health issues. (AP Photo/Vasilisa Stepanenko)

Police evacuate local residents from a flooded area after the Nova Kakhovka dam breached in Kherson, Wednesday, June 7, 2023 (REUTERS/Ivan Antypenko)

Ukrainian emergency workers wearing radiation protection suits attend training in Zaporizhzhia, Ukraine, Wednesday, June 7, 2023. The Zaporizhzhia Nuclear Power Plant, Europe’s biggest, relies in large part on water from the now-emptying reservoir at the Kakhovka dam. The U.N.’s International Atomic Energy Agency reported “no immediate risk to the safety of the plant,” whose six reactors have been shut down for months but still need water for cooling. (AP Photo/Andriy Andriyenko)

[mahayanapilgrim]

Tsatsa are small plaques with decoration in relief, made in moulds with clay or rammed earth, but sometimes other materials such as metal may be used.

They can be made for several reasons, including:

1. Removing obstacles

2. Increasing lifespan

3. Generally to benefit beings through interdependence

4. To place as zung (precious filling) inside a larger stupa

5. Act as a support for practice on a shrine

6. In a specific ceremony with the ashes of the deceased to benefit them

Once you have the clay or other appropriate material, it is often mixed with medicinal herbs or dutzi (optional). Then, some printed or written dharanis and mantras are rolled in a specific way, painted and inserted into the clay before it hardens. Then the tsatsa itself is painted and consecrated.

Proper instructions on how to do all of this are significant and ideally, an in-person transmission is obtained.

[les-larmes-d-eros]

Série À quoi ont-ils pensé quand tout est devenu noir ? par Marie-Pierre Cravedi

Cette série intime a été composée à la suite de cinq fausses-couches.

Interview par Lou Tsatsas pour Fisheye

[cyber-fucc]

Tsatsa & Kovu

[esoteric-images]

ragaraja tsatsa

[lespensee]

For TSATSA

[theorymin]

Tsatsas Launches Anis Bag: Minimalist Aesthetics Meet Maximum Elegance - The Impression

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[theapartmentstore]

Tsatsas Frankfurt

[maramcna]

I should give Tsatsa & Giselle a fc so I can have starters from the grumpy old man's pets for shits and giggles

[svyat0s]

Okay, we got the flash mob, I like to be called out on them. Okay, it's fm #singingbooks.

Bring up book excerpts, where your characters sing.

I'll post pieces separately, probably today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow))))

I won't call to flashmob anyone, but who will join - I will gladly read everyone))) just poke me.

Well. I have the singing in three books at a glance.

In "Extra puzzles.To where you are waited" (a strait to the portrait of the hero, to confirm the psychtype), in "I am here" (plot-forming), well, and in "#Bottomless" of course, my averche sings, the book is all about him, and he sings. For me, of course, he does it the best. Well, because he sings for me)))

- Sing! Sing![1] - the passing Germans shout sun-drunkly.

It's a sunny day. Averche smiles at me, I sit so that he can see me with his side vision.

"What are they shouting?" Asen asks.

"Sing," I translate.

He shakes his head. He plays very well, but no one notices, as I said, usually, because people only see Mariyan, come up to shake Mariyan's hand, thank Mariyan, ask Mariyan questions. They want to touch the beauty. And Mariyan accustomed. Accustomed to the admiration that everyone needs. So much so that he stopped appreciating it.

I was surprised at first, because where he and I come from, we are taught the laws of life, we are taught to be grateful, we are taught not to push away an outstretched hand and to give it to the one who has fallen, we are taught to appreciate the attention given to us, and even more so, admiration. And so I looked at the way Mariyan behaves with people and thought - why are you so queen, my boy! I wondered for a long time. And then I realized, after Munich, already. All my life I have been yelling at every corner with a stream of admiration that he is the most beautiful. And all the garbage stuck, wanting to suck on the stream itself. Like, if they're near, maybe they'll get part of admiration addressed to him, or maybe it'll just taste good. Because for all eternity my averche was not needed by anyone but me. And suddenly all need him, furore tsatsa[7]. Although, of course, as a person, with all the flaws, doubts, fears and failures, he is still only needed by me. Pay attention, if someone suddenly begins to be liked by everyone, it means he has someone who needs him sincerely, and everyone else already likes someone's love for him itself. Because we love admiration so much and want to relate to it in any way we can.

"Sing something," I say, still smiling.

He nods and starts "Bella ciao[2]" for some reason. I marvel, I didn't realize the guys knew that song. I nod approvingly and smile. Well of course, as you would expect, Averche doesn't know the lyrics. He only sings the chorus, but they know how to play the melody, and the Germans gather, start singing along, someone knows the lyrics, the crowd sings along, someone dances. Seeing the anti-fascist joy in the center of Munich, couples dancing in front of the Feldherrnhalle[3], is very gratifying. Remembering the terrible and precise words of Ilya Ehrenburg[4], it is always a joy to see the celebration of life.

There is a song by Yaroslav Yevdokimov, "May Waltz," a dizzying royal voice, words by Mikhail Yasen. The author of the words was there, in Vienna in the forty-fifth year, so when you listen to the song, you can perfectly imagine how it was. And now, in Munich, to "Goodbye, Beautiful", I saw May of the forty-fifth for real.

Of course, we can hold any mood we want, I and he. Sometimes we schlep the hell out of that game at the Elephant[5] Café, stealing moments of our joy from the physical universe. Mariyan looks at me, smiles, stops repeating "Bella ciao" and spills out the anti-fascist, only Bulgarian, song "Nikola"[6]. The Germans, as if realizing that the idea of the song is the same, they smile and continue dancing. Someone wipes their tears. After the song, everyone claps. Someone comes up to him, says something, he answers in English. Someone switches to English. Someone comes to me, I smile, explain and answer in German. The Germans are joyful, they ask me questions. We laugh. Mariyan, periodically, warily and angrily looks in my direction.

A German woman comes up and starts speaking in Russian. She has a nice accent, it's obvious that she hasn't spoken it for a long time, but she speaks well. Mariyan also switches to Russian. He wonders how she knows the language so well. She's from East Germany. She was an intern in Moscow, studied Russian at the University. She has been living in Munich for many years now, and has a rich husband. She tells us with longing how good it was in East Germany, there was sense, she says, there was friendship, there was hope that there would be no hostility.

"But now everything is fake and there's nothing to live for," she waves her hand. "But let's live, maybe we'll live to time, eh?"

"Of course we will. Eternity is long," I say in German.

She laughs, shakes my hand, buys a disk.

We do not have such a culture, for a hundred years of human life, the desire to humiliate another has been etched out of people who stand farthest from the monkey. In the young USSR there were signs: "don't insult a catering worker with a tip". I'm ashamed to tip street musicians. I'm ashamed to tip waiters. I get, I get everything, that the shame should not be on me and not on the person I am tipping, the shame should be on the governments under which people are forced to rely on handouts. I get really well that under capitalism it is considered normal to humiliate a person with a handouts. I have watched in horror as people teach their children, barely able to walk, to handout. I'm not ashamed of myself, of course, I'm ashamed to humiliate a human being. I wouldn't want to get a handout for my labor. I would like to get payment for it. So, of course, I didn't handout Mariyan. I called him back into my life and told him he could use everything I had.

As she walks away, Mariyan looks at me in amazement.

"What kind of people... where do people like this come from? I mean, these are different people, completely different. It's like they're made differently."

"It's the red gene," I say. "Such people are the furthest along in evolutionary development from apes to human."

"Why are they like that? How did they get like that here?" Mariyan continued to smile with familiar admiration. It is our joyful surprise when we meet a human being with a spark of Human.

That's where our moment ends. His eyes are fading. "Don't go away..." - I turn away so he won't hear. Because otherwise he couldn't leave.

On the collage is the Feldhernhalle itself, and the place nearby where we played)) and the singer himself))))

[1] Sing. - sing (ger.)

[2]An Italian folk song of members of the Resistance movement in the Modena Mountains during World War II, which gained worldwide fame in the late 1940s.

[3]Hall of Bavarian warlords. The Feldherrnhalle carried considerable meaning under National Socialism.

[4]But among the fifty million victims of the Second World War there is not one: fascism. He survived May 1945, he ached, he moped, but he survived.

During the war years, I repeated day after day: we must come to Germany to destroy fascism. I was afraid that all the sacrifices, the exploits of the Soviet people, the bravery of the partisans of Poland, Yugoslavia, France, the grief and pride of London, the furnaces of Auschwitz, the rivers of blood - all this could remain the Bengal fire of victory, an episode of history, if low, impure politics prevailed again.

I wrote in 1944: "The French writer Georges Bernanos, a militant Catholic, rejecting with indignation the attempts of some democrats to stand up for fascism, wrote in "La Marseillaise": "Before the war, a large part of public opinion in England, in America, in France justified, supported, praised fascism. I repeat - not only allowed fascism, but promoted it in the hope, I say foolishly, of controlling this plague, of using it against its rivals and competitors... Munich was not mere foolishness. Munich was the dastardly denouement of a speculative scheme..." Unfortunately, there are still people who want to keep the contagion "in reserve", only diluting the broth in which the plague bacteria breed... We must remember: fascism was born from the greed and stupidity of some, from the cunning and cowardice of others. If humanity wants to end the bloody nightmare of these years, it must end fascism. If fascism is left somewhere to be divorced, rivers of blood will flow again in ten or twenty years... Fascism is a terrible cancerous tumor, it cannot be treated with mineral water, it must be removed. I do not believe in the good heart of people who cry over the executioners, these supposed do-gooders are preparing the death of millions of innocents."

Ilya Ehrenburg.

"People, Years, Life."

[5]A touching love scene from the movie 17 Moments of Spring, when the Soviet spy, undercover - Stirlitz meets his wife, they are not allowed to approach each other, cannot talk, can only look at each other. They haven't seen each other in a very long time.

[6]Nikola Kostadinov Parapunov was a member of the Bulgarian Communist Party, a partisan commander, and a figure in the anti-fascist movement.

[7] Russian slang, it means arrogant person, who express their arrogance brightly.

#Bottomless can be read here: https://albireo-mkg.com/product/bottomless

It's in Russian, but in English coming soon

[adriennjozan]

I am honoured to have my Summer Cancelled series published by Fisheye, with a great accompanying text by Lou Tsatsas.

29-May-2023

[mahayanapilgrim]

Tsatsa are small plaques with decoration in relief, made in moulds with clay or rammed earth, but sometimes other materials such as metal may be used.

They can be made for several reasons, including:

1. Removing obstacles

2. Increasing lifespan

3. Generally to benefit beings through interdependence

4. To place as zung (precious filling) inside a larger stupa

5. Act as a support for practice on a shrine

6. In a specific ceremony with the ashes of the deceased to benefit them

Once you have the clay or other appropriate material, it is often mixed with medicinal herbs or dutzi (optional). Then some printed or written dharanis and mantras are rolled in a specific way, painted and inserted into the clay before it hardens. Then the tsatsa itself is painted and consecrated.

Proper instructions on how to do all of this are significant and ideally an in-person transmission is obtained.

[tibetantique]

Old scorpion tsa tsa amulet in eastern Tibet Buddhism religion. Mindrolling monastery midi tsa tsa amulet, handmade 16Th century . super powerful for practice/ #small #samller #size #practice #body #tsatsa #nice #beatiful ##tibetan #tibetanantiques #tibetanart #himalayanart #rudraasianart #vajrayana #buddhism #buddhistart #vajrayanabuddhism #tibetanbuddhism #guge #vajra #ritual #tibetanritualobjects #antiquevajra #antiquetsatsa https://www.instagram.com/p/CVM68TsPOZ9/?utm_medium=tumblr

[traveloperatorbhutan]

TSA TSA Tsa Tsa or miniature stupas are cylindrical cone shaped structures made from red clay using a metal mould containing sacred images. Tsa Tsa can also be considered as a small chortens or stupas but nevertheless they evoke the same powers and benefits as the largest stupas. There are two types of Tsa Tsa, smaller Tsa Tsas contains the impression of eight stupas and larger Tsa Tsas with hundred and eight stupas. #bhutan #bhutantravel #bhutandiaries #bhutantourism #bhutantrip #amedewatoursandtrek #wander #wanderlust #thimphu #paro #punakha #stupa #stupas #tsatsa #color #happinessisaplace https://www.instagram.com/p/CLEfbwjAGnQ/?igshid=1ddboq76777vv