Darkness is not a tangible thing. You can’t sweep it under the doormat or take it out in trash bags, we only wish it would be that easy. It’s a mist, lingering in the house of your life, gets stuck in all the corners and is much harder to get rid of than mold. It … Continue reading Drinking my cup of grief while I stare into the empty space where your soul used to dance
One could say I started this year on a wrong foot, or maybe it’s better to say on wrong both feet and hands. The greyness of Prague sprinkled with typical czech grumpiness doesn’t really help either. Yet another year where I didn’t manage to runaway from this snowless place at least for a short while, … Continue reading Winter melancholy echoes better in hollow places
Pretty sure January’s only job is to be as miserable as ever and this year it definitely got the employee of the year award. Besides the everyday dose of greyness and darkness lurking around every corner there was just something in the air, a slight fog of melacholy, wrapping around small sweatery humans and leaving a slight bitter taste after leaving.
HOME • noun • /həʊm/ • someone’s or something’s place of origin, or the place where a person feels they belong I love how this definition doesn’t constrain you to one home only, but rather gives you the possibility to have a whole list of homes. There are so many cliche quotes such as “Home … Continue reading I’ve made this vastness a home or is it the other way around?
When you’ve been overworking yourself for quite some time and you finally get few days off. Not enough time to grab your runaway bag and fly to the most deserted and forgotten island far away from living souls. Or like 5 souls in total. And those souls run a nice restaurant, bar and hotel under … Continue reading Try running away from problems when you’re out of shape and you’ll end up here…
After exploring parts of Podmoskovie it was time to buy a ticket and follow the train tracks leading to the heart of Moscow. It’s pretty common to commute for about 2 hours to your work, which is something I cannot imagine – especially after living in Slovenia, where you can get to the other side … Continue reading The art of waiting, the charm of leaving
… or how I left these and many others stereotypes at home, next to the pile of things I could not squeeze into my suitcase and yes, I’ve tried numerous times with great effort. As it was my first time going to Russia I did not know what to expect, except a vigorous cold and … Continue reading Off to the land of bears living by the rivers of vodka!
I could never decide on my favorite colour so I’m always trying to avoid this question as it starts a hurricane of thoughts on this particular topic, where I end up defending all the colours and looking for reasons why they could be my favorite one, the one and only. And of course I end … Continue reading A place where everything is a big blue hug.
This little village in the Nicosia district (that has nothing to do with Lasagna from the food cathegory, sadly) was a lovely little gem on the way back. Lately I realized I prefer more and more old, empty, abandon places instead of crowded, busy streets. I was never a huge fan, but this new obsession … Continue reading If you listen to your stomach you’ll end up in Lazania!
The charm of chillin’ at the beach in one moment and hiking up the mountains in the next one – Cyprus definitely has that. Of course Slovenia has that too, but when you live here you get used to things like that and of course everywhere else is more exciting! We grabbed some more coffee … Continue reading Mountains called, they wanted for us to get lost in them.