By Margaret Atwood
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
In W.G. Sebald’s book The Rings of Saturn, he talks about Polish writer Joseph Conrad and how his father, Apollo Korzeniowski, was sentenced to exile in Vologda, a god-forsaken town somewhere in Russia. Apollo wrote in the summer of 1863:
“There are only two seasons: the white winter and the green winter. For nine months the ice-cold air sweeps down from the Arctic sea. The thermometer plunges to unbelievable depths and one is surrounded by a limitless darkness. During the green winter it rains week in week out. The mud creeps over the threshold, rigor mortis is temporarily lifted and a few signs of life, in the form of an all-pervasive merasmus, begin to manifest themselves. In the white winter everything is dead, during the green winter everything is dying.”
OK, winter is not that bad here in the sunny coast of Spain, but winter is winter. And now it’s over, so HELLO Spring, let’s soak up the sun!
Lots of confetti + lots more confetti + music + people + more confetti + costumes + beer = Cós Blanc
In the small coastal town of Salou it snows only once a year, always on the first Saturday in February. But the snow in Salou is not as we know it, it’s much better.
Cós Blanc is a surreal experience, and I can think of no better way to start my new blog. On this night 20 tonnes of confetti shoot out of 20 cannons along the main street while a parade of carnival floats and bizarre costumes takes place. Thousands of people come to watch and throw confetti at each other. Expect to find confetti on your clothes for the next 4 months and on the floor of your house for as long as you live there. Also, be warned: if you buy a giant litre of beer you WILL get confetti in it and you WILL drink it anyway!