{"id":3029,"date":"2019-04-09T10:20:43","date_gmt":"2019-04-09T08:20:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/csinta.hu\/blog\/csintalandia-elso-resz\/"},"modified":"2019-04-09T10:20:43","modified_gmt":"2019-04-09T08:20:43","slug":"csintalandia-part-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/csinta.hu\/en\/blog\/csintalandia-elso-resz\/","title":{"rendered":"Csintalandia \u2013 Part One"},"content":{"rendered":"

Before we start the story, everyone should grab their favorite kids' snack bar! <\/span> It could be now, or it could have been long ago, in a sea of forests, fields, and seas\u2014perhaps right where you used to live\u2014you popped in for a moment; there was a country or a continent, its length and breadth endless. Its name was Csintalandia, this place with no end or beginning, full of raspberries, pears, and strawberries, full of children and adults, each more mischievous than the next. Here, anyone could walk down the street on their hands without anyone else thinking they\u2019d lost their mind. They could fool around or bellow as the mood struck them. Here, everyone wore different clothes; there was no fashion to follow. If someone spotted a piece of clothing they liked on another person, they\u2019d run over to them, take a good look, compliment them, and by the time they got home, they\u2019d come up with a version that suited them perfectly. Of course, there were conflicts here too, but for the most part, the residents of Csintalandia lived in peace and contentment. But it wasn\u2019t always this way\u2026 There was a time on this earth when Csintalandia wasn\u2019t Csintalandia. Back then, people lived very differently. For example, if they saw someone on the street humming to themselves, they thought that person was crazy. Or if someone\u2019s sock had slipped down, they would point and laugh at them. Some were teased because their skin was lighter or darker than others\u2019; some because they prayed at night, and some because they didn\u2019t. Well, it was a strange world, I have to say. And there were those places where the children went day after day\u2014I could even say they spent most of their days there\u2014where they were told what to do every single minute, where every child had to write, say, and draw the exact same things. These places were called schools. The kids spent hours getting dressed in the mornings to make sure they looked exactly the way they were supposed to at school, so they wouldn\u2019t be teased. In fact, their mothers even packed them exactly the same snacks for lunch as the other kids brought. (maybe a Csinta kids' snack<\/a>? )<\/span> Well, it really couldn't have been easy, could it? You can imagine how difficult it must have been to shape all the unique qualities hidden within each person into something so similar. It was as if they had all hidden their treasures under one big shawl and shown only what others also had. The one thing that was the same then as it is today was nature. The trees bloomed and bore their many delicious fruits just as they do now. Strawberries ripened in the spring, sour cherries and apricots in the summer, and plums and apples in the fall\u2014just as they do today\u2014and if you looked closely in the orchard, you could see the Mischievous Sparkles flitting about. These were colorful creatures\u2014and of course, they still exist today\u2014who flitted about in the orchards and forests, but often in villages and towns as well. The all-knowing ones say they are born from the scent of fruit, or from a sweet laugh, a loving embrace, or when two pairs of eyes meet. So wherever the sweet scent of strawberries tickles your nose, or if you\u2019re rolling on the ground laughing, pay close attention\u2014you might just spot them. These little creatures watched the world\u2019s many strange things in wonder, but of course, most of all, they watched the children\u2014they found them most like themselves\u2014and, of course, the childlike spirit within adults, because they saw that too. It was here, among them, that the many little stories unfolded that have inspired me to write this now. The one that touched my heart the most began with a little girl. Szilva was a little girl with big brown eyes and curly locks; her round little face was full of love, her arms open for hugs and caresses, and her voice like a tinkling bell. She sang almost before she could speak; she knew ancient secrets, the language of plants and fairies, and the Csillang\u00f3k had been her best friends since she was a toddler. But when Szilva started school\u2014you know, that place where all the children had to do the same thing\u2014something changed.At first glance, this renowned school seemed like a wonderful place, and I have to say that compared to other places of its kind that were around back then, the one Szilva started attending was truly marvelous. It stood on a hillside surrounded by beautiful forests and mountains; wherever she looked, fireflies were flitting about. Her classmates there were all lively or quiet little children just like her. But one day, when she wandered off with the others to a place she shouldn\u2019t have gone, the teacher appeared, and it was as if an icy gust had swept through the landscape, freezing the air. Szilva was punished. Oh, what does \u201epunishment\u201c even mean? Back then, adults thought that if a child didn\u2019t do what they were told, or what had been agreed upon, it was best to make them do something they didn\u2019t want to do, something they didn\u2019t enjoy\u2014because then, next time, they\u2019d do what was expected of them. This is, of course, very sad, and I can hear from your sighs and see in your puzzled eyes that you\u2019re asking, \u201eWho did this benefit?\u201c Well, you\u2019re right\u2014of course, no one. The poor adults felt sorry for the children and were sad themselves. And the children even more so. So, to get back to what I was saying, Szilva was punished. She had to walk with the teacher during the time when the others were allowed to play together. You might think this is no big deal\u2014it could have happened to anyone else, or even worse\u2014which is true. But let\u2019s see what happened to Szilva. Suddenly, she felt as if an invisible veil had been cast over her, as if she\u2019d been locked away in a place where she couldn\u2019t hear the whispers of the breezes or the twinkling of the stars, the birdsong\u2014the melodies of life faded from her ears, and the world\u2019s loving, radiant glow was left outside. Those who didn\u2019t know her didn\u2019t really notice anything different about her\u2014perhaps she had just become a little quieter, and the ideas, melodies, and ancient knowledge she had brought from old worlds remained shrouded in obscurity. His loving nature still radiated warmth, but anxiety had taken hold of him. Perhaps you, too, have felt this\u2014as if a tingling sensation were coursing through your body, preventing you from acting. Just as the Sparklers are born from the scent of fruit, the Grumbling Zurgs are born from this tingling, anxious sensation. These tiny, invisible, elf-like creatures make us forget our true selves, our joy, and our ideas. They constantly whisper in our ears and make threats. They don\u2019t really mean any harm, but since they were born of fear, they\u2019ll do everything they can to make us do things dictated not by our hearts, but by our fears. This might be hard to understand, but maybe you\u2019ve heard a Grumbler whispering in your ear, too. For example: \u201eYou\u2019re definitely not going to succeed at this; the others do it much better\u2014don\u2019t even start,\u201c \u201eDon\u2019t do it because he\u2019ll get angry,\u201c \u201eYou\u2019re clumsy,\u201c and things like that. If you hear voices like these, you can be sure that a Grumbling Zsurg\u00f3 is perched on your shoulders. Well, a little Zsurg\u00f3 like that moved onto Szilva\u2019s shoulder too and kept talking to her. When they were forming letters, it would say, \u201cIs this the letter \u2018o\u2019 for you? Is this an egg?\u201d When they played tag, it would say, \u201cOh, you\u2019re so slow\u2014everyone\u2019s going to catch you. It\u2019s no fun playing with you!\u201d You can imagine what it was like to listen to this all day long, especially since she couldn\u2019t even see these strange little figures. Still, when she got really absorbed in playing with her friends, luckily the room was filled with such loud laughter that the Zsurg\u00f3k\u2019s voices couldn\u2019t be heard. Then, when she was left alone\u2014even for just a moment\u2014they would often whisper in her ear, and this made her days quite sad. One day, when Szilva was sitting in her room drawing, surrounded by socks, yarn, and piles of clothes, her mom, Cinnamon, quietly peeked in. Seeing the girl sitting amidst the chaos, she gave her that disapproving look that made it seem as though she took the jumble of clothes as a personal insult. Szilva looked up at her, startled. And, sure enough, the usual line came: \u201cDidn\u2019t you say you were going to tidy up your room today?\u201d Szilva curled up, lowering her tousled head; her face gave nothing away. Cinnamon had long since regretted saying a single word and not leaving her lost in her painting, in the middle of the mess, if that\u2019s how she liked it, but it was too late\u2014she could see that, too. And though she knew nothing about the Zsurg\u00f3s, she could hear the grumbling voice of the Zsurg\u00f3s perched on Szilva\u2019s shoulder: \u201cHere we go again\u2014you promised, but you can\u2019t be counted on. It was the same yesterday\u2026\u201d\u201cAnd so on and so on\u2026\u201d Cinnamon hesitantly tried a sentence or two more, but finally gave up and left Szilva alone, hoping she\u2019d go back to painting and calm down. But she was wrong\u2014Zsurg\u00f3\u2019s words had cut deep into Szilva\u2019s little soul, and she began to sob, curled up in a ball. Eventually, she fell asleep while crying. In her dream, she was awakened by a velvety voice; someone was singing. She hadn\u2019t opened her eyes yet; she was just enjoying it. Someone was rocking her, and it felt so intimate and warm that she had to savor the moment. Then, carefully so as not to be seen, she peeked out from between her eyelashes. It was a very strange old woman holding her in her arms. She was so wrinkled that, even with the best will in the world, Szilva could only compare her face to a prune. This almost made her laugh, but then she closed her eyes instead and began to listen to the song: When the Csillang\u00f3 sings softly, prick up your ears, little one, for it tells a tale or sings a song to lift your spirits. A sigh, a moment\u2014the Zsurg\u00f3k\u2019s voice falters, for the simple folk understand what weighs on your heart, and that\u2019s enough for it to drift away carefree, until it finds another target to grumble at and pester, until the moment comes when they can understand themselves. Hand in hand, the Zsurg\u00f3 and the Csillang\u00f3 create, so that we may understand what the cry or even the silence conveys within us\u2026 \u2013 Csillang\u00f3, oh, who could these be?\u2014she sat up excitedly. \u201cThose winged beings whose voices shine within me.\u201d \u201cOh, how poetic you are,\u201d laughed Aranyom, the Dried Lady, in her trembling voice. Her voice was quite different from when she sang, but Szilva liked it just the same. \u2013 \u201cShe\u2019s like a witch,\u201d she thought, but that was a compliment in her eyes. She considered witches and wizards to be her kin; perhaps she knew that one lived within her as well : ) \u201cWho are you?\u201d Szilva asked, looking into the eyes of the witch with the prune-like face. \u201cI am Aranyom, the Prune Lady, the second-oldest resident of Csintalandia.\u201d \u201cWho\u2019s the oldest?\u201d Zs\u00e1lya interrupted. -\u201cWell, it\u2019s the Wise Bio. Don\u2019t tell me you haven\u2019t met her yet\u2014we\u2019ve heard a lot about you, though.\u201d -\u201cAbout me?\u201d Szilva asked in amazement. \u201cBut\u2026 and what exactly is Csintalandia?\u201d \u201cOh, it\u2019s a long story: I know him and I don\u2019t, I\u2019m familiar with him and I\u2019m not\u2014he\u2019s half a stranger, yet I find him within me.\u201d \u201cWhat? Why are you mumbling so incomprehensibly? I know him and I don\u2019t, It grows within me, it doesn\u2019t grow\u2014I\u2019m rambling, rambling\u2026\u201d Szilva joked, even surprising herself, because she was usually rather reserved and well-mannered around strangers, but this woman was like an old acquaintance, almost a relative. \u201cBe quiet for a moment, close your eyes, and listen\u201d\u2014Szilva closed her eyes, and then Mrs. Aszalt repeated the previous little verse: \u201cI know it and I don\u2019t, I recognize it and I don\u2019t, half a stranger, yet I find it within me.\u201d At that moment, two sparkling, flitting figures appeared before Szilva\u2019s closed eyes. They somersaulted through the air, full of joy. Szilva couldn\u2019t help but grin\u2014they were so silly. \u201cGo ahead and open your eyes,\u201d said Mrs. Aszalt. Szilva opened her eyes, and lo and behold, the two funny figures were grinning at her from the woman\u2019s lap. \u201cThey really do exist\u2014I thought I\u2019d just made them up when I was little.\u201d \u201cBack then, I used to tell everyone that they were flitting around the garden, in the orchard, and everywhere, and everyone would gently pat my head,\u201d she mused, \u201cand I don\u2019t think they really believed me.\u201d \u201cWell, it looks like we are,\u201d and they pinched Szilva\u2019s cheek so she could feel it. \u201cThey certainly exist, but not everyone\u2014or not always\u2014can see them, because the veil of thoughts often obscures the image.\u201d I\u2019ll teach you a little magic spell. When you want to see the sometimes invisible world at work around you, say this to yourself: To see what is visible, it\u2019s not enough just to look. My hands and head move together, my heart beats in time with them, my ears and eyes are open\u2014I believe what I see. Recite the spell aloud. See what enchants you all around. \u201cCan I try it?\u201d Szilva asked excitedly. \u201cWell, I don\u2019t think you need it right now, but try to learn it, because when you wake up, you might need it.\u201d \u201cWhat?\u201d Szilva looked around in surprise. \u201cAm I asleep right now? Is this all a dream? You\u2019re not even real?\u201d Her voice faltered, and her mouth turned down at the corners. \u201cSzilva,\u201d she said quietly, \u201cmy dear lady\u2014learn the magic spell, and then you\u2019ll have nothing to grieve about!\u201d And then the two little Mischievous Sparkles fluttered around Szilva and, for about a quarter of an hour, hummed, sang, and whispered the magic spell into her ear. \u201cI believe what I see,\u201d came the cry. Szilva jumped up from where she was lying, looked around to see where the voice had come from, and then realized she\u2019d woken up to her own cry; there she sat, right in the middle of a pile of socks and a heap of clothes. She tried to recall the words. \u201cI believe what I see.\u201d \u201cWhat was that?\u201d she wondered. \u201cThere was someone in my dream\u2014more than one person.\u201d \u201cOh no, I didn\u2019t do what I promised again. There were people in my dream\u201d\u2014dream and reality became jumbled in his head. He closed his eyes and saw the figures so clearly, as if they were right there. She opened them again immediately. She didn\u2019t know what to do. Could she be sick and having visions? That thought frightened her so much that, forgetting that her mom might be angry with her, she ran out to her and snuggled into her lap. She curled up in her warm, soft lap and looked up with her big brown eyes at Cinnamon\u2019s smiling face. It seemed as if something had glinted, but she didn\u2019t pay any attention to it\u2026 During such a long story, you must have happily nibbled on your favorite, healthy<\/a> Your kids' snack bars! <\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Miel\u0151tt belekezd\u00fcnk a mes\u00e9ben mindenki vegye mag\u00e1hoz kedvenc gyerek snack szelet\u00e9t! Lehet most , de lehet r\u00e9gen, erd\u0151k mez\u0151k tenger\u00e9ben, tal\u00e1n \u00e9pp ott, hol te lakt\u00e1l, egy pillanatra betoppant\u00e1l, volt egy orsz\u00e1g vagy f\u00f6ldr\u00e9sz sz\u00e9lte hossza v\u00e9gtelen. Csintalandia volt a neve, ennek a v\u00e9ge se hossza helynek, tele m\u00e1ln\u00e1val k\u00f6rt\u00e9vel \u00e9s eperrel, tele csintalanabbn\u00e1l csintalanabb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3029","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized-hu"],"yoast_head":"\nCsintalandia - els\u0151 r\u00e9sz - Csinta - Csak gy\u00fcm\u00f6lcs snack<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/csinta.hu\/en\/blog\/csintalandia-part-1\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Csintalandia - els\u0151 r\u00e9sz\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Miel\u0151tt belekezd\u00fcnk a mes\u00e9ben mindenki vegye mag\u00e1hoz kedvenc gyerek snack szelet\u00e9t! 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