I AM STILL ALIVE 7.5.2020
ONE SELF PORTRAIT EVERY DAY in 2020 : 128
Emil’s new passion is bird watching: every morning we have a walk in Nunhead cemetery and look for birds. Emil has a book of birds, binoculars and a note pad and we look up and wait. I can’t tell the difference between a finch and a tit but I must say that it is a pleasurable experience. For a start, until now I really never looked up to notice how beautiful the trees are.
Today I brought my camera. I did not manage to photograph any birds (apart from a duck in a pond, more later) because I am too slow, by the time I have composed and focused, they’re gone.
There is a story I want to tell that has something to do with ducks, so maybe I can tell it now, on the day when I saw a duck?
For my birthday about 15 years ago, Katarina bought us tickets to go on a duck tour. These were tourist rides on amphibian first world war trucks, you would drive around a bit in the London traffic and then in Vauxhall, go down to the river and enjoy a bit of a boat trip.
Katarina got it right as this kind of absurd experiences should have been completely up my street.
The driver was very jolly and said ‘before we start, I would like to let you know that we have one rule and it’s that every time I say “DUCK!”, you all have to say “QUACK! QUACK!”. I ignored this.
After a couple of minutes, he says “DUCK!” and everybody says “QUACK! QUACK!”. By everybody, I mean everybody apart from me. The driver noticed I hadn’t joined in but let me off.
A few minutes later: “DUCK!” and everybody apart from me “QUACK! QUACK!”. He stop the truck and turns to me: ‘You didn’t say “QUACK! QUACK!”’.
“Sorry, I’m afraid I won’t be saying that.”
“go on, we’re just having a bit of fun”
I refused to say “QUACK! QUACK!” and the more he insisted, the less chance I would say it.
He then says “I won’t start the tour until you say “QUACK! QUACK!”. I tell him that he could do whatever he wanted but there would be no chance I would say “QUACK! QUACK!”
In Croatian, Katarina asks me to please say “QUACK! QUACK!”. I say, “Sorry, no!”
After 5 minutes of stand off, the other tourists start pleading with me, please can I just say “QUACK! QUACK!” so that they can carry on with the tour. I crossed my arms and was prepared for the long haul.
After another 5 minutes or so and with the other tourists annoyed with both, me and the driver, he gives in and starts the engine.