Serenity
Nothing is so urgent it can’t wait for the tea.
„Nurdistan is wherever we are.“
„It began with a slip of the tongue: someone said „Nurt“ instead of „yurt“ — and from the warm laughter a whole country was born: Nurdistan. Full of joy, yet with deep values.“
The state ticker is warming up …
Born from a slip of the tongue, full of joy — and yet with deep values.
Nothing is so urgent it can’t wait for the tea.
Once a year even official — on the Day of Honesty.
The kettle is always on. The corner of somsa is free.
Nurdistan is everywhere someone is hungry — borders are too hectic for us.
All official, all relaxed. Verified in mild sunshine.
Relaxed Republic
Mishmash
Whatever ends up on the table
All you need is Plov
Friendly, as long as there’s coffee
Wherever we are
The Beetle Waltz
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pleasant
Forecast by the National Beetle Office.
The Dung Beetle
Rolls on — persistent, never in a hurry.
Payment is made in the Nurdi — relaxed, friendly and always exact. One Nurdi splits into 100 Plov (the jingling small change). Change is given in tea if necessary.
Light, friendly, with a dung-beetle watermark. Crumpling expressly permitted.
Jingling encouraged. Also valid as lucky charms and occasionally as game pieces.
The market beetle is determining today's rate …
1 Nurdi
= 100 Plov
official, fixed, incorruptible
1 Nurdi
= 3 bowls of tea
fourth bowl on trust
2 Nurdi
= 3 warm Somsa
corner-piece bonus included
1 US dollar
= far too hectic
foreign currencies are politely declined
What is your money really worth? (Spoiler: usually more tea.)
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Enter an amount — the Finance Beetle calculates at its leisure.
All rates without guarantee. For complaints: breathe deeply, pour more tea.
Adopted at the yurt entrance. Valid for as long as the tea holds out.
All citizens of Nurdistan remain easy-going and relaxed at all times. Haste is considered a foreign concept and is tolerated only in emergencies.
In Nurdistan, people speak openly and honestly. Truth matters more than façade, excuse or dramatic fog machine.
Everyone stays awake, attentive and mentally present. Those who dream may do so — but must know that they are dreaming.
Every citizen owns who they are. No one has to be someone else — except, perhaps, briefly and for fun during the national dance.
Before any major decision, one checks whether one is subject to deception, illusion, confusion or too much tea.
Nurdistan stays well prepared. Tea, Plov, a plan B and a calm head count as the national security reserve.
Every chance is seized. Whoever spots an opportunity may take it — calmly, kindly and without unnecessary drama.
Everyone stays friendly, enjoys life and treats others as if they might be invited to dinner at any moment.
Nurdistan remains unpredictable — to itself and to others. Standstill is avoided; boredom is kindly laughed out of the room.
The highest form of statecraft is non-doing. Those who force nothing leave room for what is right. Whatever falls into place on its own is accepted with dignity.
Nurdistan is wherever we are.
Its borders run not across maps, but around the people who happen to be laughing together, drinking tea, eating Plov or gazing calmly into the distance.
Those seeking Nurdistan need not travel. They need only pause for a moment, stay friendly and say:
„It’s good here. This is Nurdistan.“
„This constitution takes effect immediately — for as long as the flag waves, the tea stays warm and no one forgets to stay relaxed.“
„Nurdistan’s official national sport rests on the dignity of the dung beetle. The aim: to roll the Holy Nubbin as relaxedly as possible into the Yurt Goal.“
Teams
Two teams of 3–5 players
Equipment
The Holy Nubbin
A brown ball of cloth, leather or foam.
Pitch
Sand, meadow or carpet
As long as nobody takes it too seriously.
The ball may only be rolled with hands, feet or dramatic full-body effort.
Whoever guides the ball must walk slightly stooped. Elegance is forbidden.
Rolling into the goal backwards earns two points and the honorary title Top Beetle of the Day.
After every third goal there is a short Plov or tea break.
Distraction manoeuvres are permitted — but only if they are obviously silly.
Once per match a team may do absolutely nothing for 30 seconds. If it confuses the opponent, it counts as a tactical success.
After every collision one says: „Strong beetle, brother.“
The team with the most points wins — or the team that looks the most relaxed.
Traditional battle cry
„Roll the Nubbin ere the sun goes down!“
colloquially: „The Stooped One“
Nurdistan’s national dance is performed slightly bent forward — in the spirit of the dung beetle. One hand balances the tea bowl, which must under no circumstances be spilled; the other rolls an invisible Nubbin. It is danced emphatically slowly, with dignity and preferably backwards.
Musical accompaniment
Nationalhymne „All you need is Plov“
Tempo as you please. Whoever loses the beat never really had it — and simply dances on, relaxed.
One leans towards the bowl and politely asks its permission.
Three steps forward, four back. Backwards counts — just as in Mistball — for more.
Circling hips, as if rolling a sacred ball with dignity across the sand.
Standstill with a smile. Eyes closed, cauldron in mind. Mandatory.
The dance ends by simply stopping and standing there contentedly (cf. § 10).
8 seconds in · 8 seconds out
Breathe along with the figure. If you doze off, you’ve done everything right.
officially: “The Art of Dignified Idleness, Seated”
Where the Beetle Waltz celebrates movement, Nurdi Yoga celebrates the opposite: the perfected art of staying put. It is practised strictly in the shade, with a bowl of tea within reach and the firm intention of doing absolutely nothing. Breathing follows the state rhythm — eight seconds in, eight seconds out. Gravity handles the rest.
On your back, legs in the air, utterly still. The beetle deliberately declines to right itself.
Let the shoulders drop until they hang like the roof of a weary yurt. Lower is always an option.
One hand cradles the bowl in the mind. Spill it in thought, and the mind begins again.
Sit like a pot that knows good plov takes time. Hurry nothing.
The culmination: you simply sit. No thought, no goal, no nubbin. Of constitutional rank — see § 10.
Diplomacy begins with the pour. No conflict survives the second cup.
One pot, one people. Whoever helps cook belongs.
As long as it waves, all is well. In a dead calm, we wave it by hand.
Plans are welcome. They like to change and are celebrated anyway.
Constitutional rank. Unkindness is treated as a technical fault and gets repaired.
The official language is “Mishmash.” A few words to keep up: