Srečno vsem, ki praznujete Dan mladosti in srečno vsem, ki praznujete Towel day – Dan brisače.
Dan mladosti je bil v času države SFRJ praznik jugoslovanske mladine. To je bil dan, ko se je praznoval rojstni dan takratnega predsednika države Josipa Broza Tita in ga poimenoval Dan mladosti. Na ta dan so potekale razne športne prireditve, proslave v šolah, kjer se je prepevalo in recitiralo. Štafeto so lahko nosili le mladi, ki so se izkazali pri učenju, družbeno političnemu delovanju ali dobri športniki. To je bila velika čast, še posebej za tistega, ki je predal štafeto Titu. Predajo štafete so spremljali skoraj vsi preko televizijskega prenosa. Vse je potekalo pod sloganom bratstva in enotnosti, ki je dolga leta povezoval sicer zelo različne narodnosti znotraj Jugoslavije.
Slogan bratstvo in enotnost je med tako različnimi narodi in kulturami skoraj nedoumljiv, takrat pa je bil kot posledica ideološke vzgoje zelo sprejemljiv in verjeten. Toliko o dnevu mladosti.
Tako, dan mladosti poznamo vsi, če ste pa brali štoparskega vodiča pa poznate tudi bistvo in pomen brisače. Ker veliko miljard ljudi na svetu ne ve za naš dan mladosti so 25. 05. preimenovali v “dan brisače“.
Kako lahko sodelujemo? nosite vašo brisačo zraven, kamorkoli greste, kot znak sodelovanje in žalovanja.
Kdaj? Danes, 25. maja
Kje? Vsepovsod!
In zakaj brisačo? citat iz knjige “štoparski vodič po galaksiji“:
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value – you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you – daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Torej: Vesel Dan brisače & Dan mladosti :) Kar dva praznika na isti dan, pa nismo doma. Očitno se izničita ;)
