Who we truly are

It is unbelievable how many people are trying to pretend that they are somebody else.

Like they are pretending that thoughts in their head are being managed by somebody totally different. Just like somebody else just took over their head on their command. The same “somebody else” who fears on behalf of them, someone who takes over everything, who spins all the doubts in their head like over a thousand times a day. Someone who repeats that one mistake all over again for them, while swearing it as the last time now.

What do they get from it?
Is it like a some kind of twisted pleasure?
Or is it just a sweet feeling?
To die while you are still alive.

What really interests me, when will I ever give up on talking and writing. I will not explain things to those who do not understand and those who do I have nothing to say to.
And yet, I am still trying, like a fool.

Just a habit…habit, habit, habit- repeating itself.



Soul search

Every morning I am waking up bored to reality and through the majority of nights I am rambling about how are we supposed to wake up to the dream we’ve always been dreaming of.

You are sitting at your kitchen table at the morning, looking out of the window, thinking like “how the hell did I get to this mess we call a life?”.
You are in a situation that you might think you won’t survive, that the thing is not going to get solved since life (and also shit) happens.
If you dig into the past, let’s say a year and a half ago, that you and your pride did not think you’d survive and three years ago you were even in a bigger mess than this, you did not think you’d survive either.
The point is, that you are able to always surprise yourself with the amount of strength you have at the bottom of your soul, because every time you think you’re not gonna survive this or that, it always turns out that the bottom will never leave you hanging and help you find your way back.

Maybe one day, you will find the right way back home, because there might be someone waiting for you. The minute you step inside, you discover that you are not the one who’s lost.


Pic source: Tumblr

“I met you for a reason”


After hearing this sentence for the first time I immediately thought of people that I will never forget in my life. We do not even have to talk anymore, but you left behind something that made me the person I am today.
Like, have you ever imagined that someone who made such a huge impact on your life, actually never came near you? Do you think that your life would be the same? Ahh, those questions…after all, everybody’s a hero after the fight.

But out of the general point of view, there are people who come to your life that you, on one hand, will never forget even though they are not in your life now, but on the other hand, there are also people who you would be glad that are not in your life anymore, just because of the toxicity of their nature.

As a matter of fact, time goes by so fast, sometimes you do not even realize and one month pass without you even really noticing. My point is, that sometimes (maybe just accidentally) you are forgetting to value those people who are surrounding you. It doesn’t have to be just about the forgetting, but you just simply don’t do it for some unknown reason. The things is, that as long as they are here, appreciate them, make them see it and most importantly never miss an opportunity to tell them how much they mean to you.

Then there are those people that you meet at the most unexpected times of your life, get to know them like a back of your hand, spend a scary amount of time with them and then it hits you and you start thinking about the other side of the card. I mean, you look at them and a sudden thought comes through your head, like- “Damn, it’s gonna hurt so bad when they leave…” But after all, then you shush this thought with a simple “Oh my, I prayed for this and I can’t believe it’s here. It’s happening.” And everything bad just leaves.

In life we meet so many people- like those who give us the best memories, that you will tell your children one day, even though when you met you were just two empty trains entering even emptier station. Even if your railways split at some point (which is always an option) you will follow the way with a feeling that both your presence but also your absence might mean (or meant) something.

We need at least one person in our lives who understands what we do not say. Even if we send just a picture or a song to them, they immediately know what we are trying to say. It’s understandable because there are days when you don’t know how to express yourself, and that’s completely normal.
Those people surround themselves with this notion that I have always wanted to experience – meaning, that it is amazing how some of them can feel like home. It is not a rule that home needs to be just a house and it happens that you feel homesick for them.

Those people touch you without even touching you.

Those people who you think you knew even before getting to know them for real.

Those people who understand every single corner of your mixed up mind.

Those people are insane but important.

..because two souls don’t find each other by simple accident.

I firmly believe we met for a reason, whether it was for making each other happy or for help. I will never stop being a decent person even though there were times when I really wanted to stop, and appreciate them in the best way possible.

That’s my plan- what’s yours?


Pics source: Tumblr

WEEK 9 part 2- The very last day in Germany, Early Lift and Saying Goodbye (Summer experience in Germany)



Waking up to the last day  in Germany. To be completely honest, it felt weird, like I have never been this long anywhere other than at my own home and this became my home as well. Maybe not particularly the House, but people, memories, occasions…and so much more.
The last time shutting off the alarm, the last morning routine, the last full morning metro…I mean, I was excited to come home to him, to family and friends but I was feeling that I am going to leave a piece of me here in Germany.

My last day of work was kind of fast- the same daily routine as usual, my colleagues were kind of sad that I am leaving, I would be lying that I did not cry once I shut my locker for the last time and hugged my favorite colleague goodbye. Once I left the company, I knew it’s over and probably I will never see them again.

Metro cutie

I came to the house and immediately started packing a little because our lift back to our country was supposed to come about 11 pm. Me, L and guys wanted to go to groceries to buy some food for the way home as well as some sweets and stuff for family and friends so I packed like 1/3 of it all. We sat on metro and drove like 3 stops to the groceries.
After our shopping was done, it happened.
L’s phone started ringing and it was the guy who was supposed to drive us to our home country. He said that he was supposed to take one more guy to the car but he canceled last minute so it is just me and L. It was about 8 pm and the guy said he is supposed to be at our place in about 45 minutes.

I was immediately like FUCK!! I am not even remotely done with packing.

He was awesome because he said that it is not a problem to wait a little since he was really early. Panic attack that came to my head hit me so hard because I was somehow not ready to leave right away. I wanted to physically and mentally say goodbye to Munich  and people I got to meet there…and I suddenly did not have time. That was so upsetting for me and my head was then all over the place.
We got to the metro station as quick as possible and the battle with time was about to start.

I came “running” to my room and started insanely packing my suitcase and other bags I had and when I was done it was about the time the guy was about to come. I do not know how I managed to do that because when I was packing to Germany, it took me like 4 hours.

I surely was a potato head -_-

I just wanted to run downstairs, tell goodbye to boys and other roommates that were all over the place, just to hug them and leave since I had no time for a proper conversation. Some goodbyes were harder and some of them were normal, you know you can’t create a deeper connection with everybody. That’s life.

This day in Art gallery with those people was like everything!!

So the call came and we were supposed to take our stuff downstairs, we had 16 bags and 2 huge suitcases together with L and I was able to see in the guys eyes that he was really unhappy with this baggage situation. He later told us that he usually charge more for this extra luggage but since it is out first time he let it pass. Thank god! *nervous laugh*

This was the only picture of the luggage we have, but it was the first packing, when we were leaving our House in Garching- the second home packing was 2 bags more.

So I smoked my last cigarette, said my last goodbyes, waved for the last time…and we left. We had a little dinner and both of us fell asleep.
The car was extremely fast and we were back home in less than 5 hours (usually takes 6-7 hours by car). Once I got out of the car and saw my house I felt this sudden relief and all the pressure I was feeling on my chest suddenly disappeared.

I was home.


Here we are. This is the end of the story-time of the two months long trip to Germany. I have to admit, apart from other things, I really enjoyed my time here. It gave me some sense of responsibility, meaning that I had to really take care of myself, buy and prepare meal for myself, do my laundry…just, you know?

Adult life.

This was the very first time for me leaving for this long and the result was just great- I gained confidence in taking care of myself, got to know new people, got to see new and beautiful places, listen to so many stories from people, have a proper laugh/fun, work hard, discover new languages and cultures, complain to people, take advice and give one when needed…that’s like so much guys. I am so incredibly grateful that I got an opportunity to come here and live like this. Without being nosy or whatever, I have to say I am proud of myself that I made it, I know it might sound childish or it is not such a big achievement in life or whatever, but I really was and still am kind of proud anyway.


I wanted to thank to all of the people that made my trip as awesome as it was, that made me laugh, realize things, made me have fun even though I did not really want it from time to time. The trip was a pleasant experience and if you have an opportunity to go somewhere like this do not really hesitate and go for it because it will teach you a lot about yourself, believe me. I am not saying that you will find yourself there, but you will surely get to know if you are ready for the unknown, undiscovered and maybe a little scary area that is called Adulthood.

*infinitely grateful*

xo ♥


P.s: As I am looking around this is my 200th article here (!!!) and I can’t be happier that I am back guys. Major *T.H.A.N.K* Y.O.U* for sticking around for this long.

WEEK 8, Part 2- Getting a Twenty Euro Tip from a Stranger and Moving to a “New” House- STORY TIME 4/4 (Summer experience in Germany)



It was Saturday about 12 o clock and me and Matt were sitting in tram on our was home from work and talking like we always did. I noticed a middle aged guy looking at us once in a while and had a feeling that he was able to understand our language. Firstly I thought that he is from Serbia, because our languages are pretty similar, but then I was like nah, he is just looking around and this is just a coincidence.

I was heading to Marien Platz to grab something to eat and Matt was heading back to the House, but as soon as he got a call from Matthew he sat on metro and came to Marien Platz as well. It turned out that Matthew decided to go to the streets and play the guitar and sing for money, but one of his strings broken and Matt had to come there and help him find a music shop where he can replace the string.
So once he got to the station point we got on the next Metro and headed to Marien. And guess what? The guy from tram was here again and sat in the box with us. I was like what the hell..how come? This town is too big to see somebody for more than one time! What is this? But I was still like- okay, that shit just happens from time to time.


Marien Platz 🙂 

Matthew picked out the most frequent part of the street, stood there and played his ass off. It was kinda interesting to watch that goofy guy wanting to act all serious and shit but as soon as he saw us he stopped because he got embarrassed. Matt found him a music shop pretty nearby the place where we were standing at that moment so he packed up all of his things and we headed there. As soon as we came there a guy behind the counter directed us upstairs so Matthew can buy a string and play a little bit more. When we climbed the stairs I noticed the same guy from the tram and Metro was looking at sound systems!  I just whispered to guys that “What the hell? What a stalker” (of course in our language) and the guy just turned around and with a smile on his face said: “You look familiar!” (of course in OUR LANGUAGE!) oh hell…
I was just jaw down looking at him like what the actual fuck…like I knew that in Munich are living a lot of people from my country but to encounter one guy in one hour and already 3 times and then learn that he comes from the same country as you do? Okay *nervous laugh* ! I knew that he understood what was I saying in the tram!! My gut was right.

We chatted a while about a few things, we got to know that he is a musician as well, then he explained that he lived in Munich for a year now and have never met a person from our country, so he did not make any friend that would talk in the same language as he did. Not that that was a problem or anything but it seemed a little off.
Anyway, he went back to his business and Matthew bought a new string for his guitar. While he was changing the string the guy came down to the cashier and gave her a shit load of money for the sound system and for some instrument. Then he came to us and told Matthew: “I’ve heard you playing on the streets and it sounded really really good, I was impressed.” and then he handed him a 20 euro bill and said that it is for a fellow musician and that he was young as well and certainly knows how hard is it to play on the streets just like that. We were all blown away with his generosity.
Naturally, Matthew did not want to accept it but the guy was adamant and did not want to take the bill back. We thanked him like 5 times because something like this just do not happen in normal life.
When we left the store Matthew was so happy that he invited us to grab Kebab to have this little celebratory junk food.
It was a good day, because who wouldn’t want a free lunch?
Count me in!



But the next day was THE day.
We got a message from the lady who was mediating this whole “working experience”, as well as accommodation, that we have to move out from our beloved House, for *wait for it* 3 days!!
We were supposed to leave back to our home country in 3 days and now we had to move into a new location…I was so angry you can’t even imagine.
So on Sunday imagine me and L trying to pack everything into like 6512647 bags (even more bags we originally came with) – but now for real- both of us ended up with like 7 bags+ a huge suitcase. The new House we were supposed to move was like 3 stops away from our House so imagine us dragging half of the bags with us (+the suitcases) to the metro station then to the new House (we were living on the 2nd floor- well done) and again back to our old House for the next round of bags.

When we came to the old House for the second, and also the last time everything became really quiet. Like too quiet. There was no laughter from the rooms, no music from the kitchen, no cursing from the washing room…depressing quietness.
We checked if we did not forget something by accident in any room, ate our last meal in the kitchen, drank our last coffee in front of the house, I lit up my last cigarette there as well. It was kinda peaceful and dignified way to say our final goodbye to the House we spend almost 2 months in. The only thing that was off was the weather since it was cloudy and dark.

When we were making our last selfie in front of the House and a sudden weather miracle happened.

There was a field in front of our House and when you looked at it, it was now crossed by a strip of pure sunlight. The exact minute when we were leaving the house for good the clouds retreated and one of the most beautiful sunsets occurred right in front of our eyes. I can’t imagine a better way how could have Garching said its last goodbye to us.

I am really happy that I got a chance to live in this House even though the showers were always full, as well as toilets and do not let me started about kitchen- but it had its charm and now when some time passed, I can say it was the best House we could have had.
DO you know why?
Because the worst was just coming. 

I will explain everything in WEEK 9 –  because it will be a raw description of events that occurred in the last three days in Munich.
And it was drastic.

Don’t miss it and prepare for the story time that will leave you speechless.


P.s: The last 4 photos are L’s- the credit belongs to you my dear, huge thank you again!!

WEEK 8, Part 1- The Half Survival of my iPhone Under the Water and Late to Work for the FIRST Time – STORY TIME 2/4 (Summer experience in Germany)





Previously in WEEK 7: I was under the impression that everything is gone…all the pictures from Germany, all the blogs I have pre-written…other more than 1000 pictures…I was devastated, I had a big part of my life there.
Everything became dark.
That is the reason I have no more new pictures for you and I am so so sorry but that is the truth, but…


I woke up on Monday and I was still very sad, thought that I really lost everything, so after work I decided to turn it on. I was pretty nervous, shaking and on the edge with tears but I was on a call with my dear and he pushed me to do it and assured me that it will 100% work. He was actually a big help in this and I wanna thank him that he did not freak out with me and had his calm mode on.
So, I manned up and said to myself a magical sentence- “You’re gonna survive this”, and I picked it out from the rice bowl and pushed the on/off button.
Imagine me in shock finding out that I just touched the button and it lighted up. First thought was like fuck yea it survived!! But then I was like wait, how come it is “on” immediately without the whole process of turning on? Was it possible that I did not turn it off properly?
Well anyway, the next thing that made me tear up was the screen, because it was “under the water”. It was half smeared with water and different shades of colors, so I started to cry partly out of relieve and partly because I was still unsure. Like, I know that I am maybe doing a big deal out of it (which I 100% am), but I was in a foreign country, wanted to absorb everything through pictures and suddenly I was not able to do it. After a better analyze I figured out that the camera is dead and is not working at all. Firstly it was just smeared as hell but after like an hour it went completely blank, as well as the light function. First thing I’ve done was that I quickly transfered every single picture to the USB I had there with me, as well as all the pre-written blogs and everything that might come in handy. Jacks and charging fortunately survived (yasss!!!) and another good thing was that the phone after about 3 days almost fully dried off, so I was really happy at least for this.

This was a perfect example of a “blessing in disguise“-  it worked for everything, but one of the most important things on it was dead.
The only thing I can say is, shit happens, I guess.
Now, even though I have like literally no pockets on my trousers, I always double check if I have something in those non existent pockets, just in case.


In the Week 8, I decided to make a little stop (again) and make it a PART 1 and PART 2 because those two last weeks were like packed with happenings. No pictures, but at least a story time!!



Another surprising thing that happened was that for almost 2 months of waking up to work at the same time, we came late to work, for the first time. But it was not just like an ordinary “oversleeping situation”, but kind of a big trouble.

So, since a lot of people left back to our country as I mentioned in WEEK 7, a lot of rooms were empty and M decided that he wants to sleep in one of them to finally have a decent sleep at least for a night or two.
The thing was that he was living in a room with two other guys and spared the door with other 6 people in the next room. Like 90% of the House were waking up more than 2 hours earlier than him and they always woke him up literally in the middle of the night. That’s why he was happy that he can sleep somewhere else even though the end of our trip was almost at the end. He only brought his pc, pyjamas and breakfast with him and …read for yourself ↓

The morning came and I usually wake up two hours earlier before we were leaving, so I washed my hair, had breakfast, coffee, made myself a decent looking human being and right when we were supposed to leave I open my door to see M standing in the hall, in pyjamas with a phone on his ear speaking something about locked door…I was immediately like fuck no. So it turned out that his roommates locked him out from their room and he did not bring any clothes no keys, no ID or backpack with him, so that was kind of a problem because he couldn’t go to work in PJ’s.

Well long story short, we were screwed because I was the only other (living) person in the House, I had to help him. I was angry as hell and started to run on my Metro because I was kinda late (as usual).

It was then 7:07 am.
On my way to the Metro I called L and explained the whole situation to her and asked her to reach out to K (M’s roomie) because, as we figured, he was the one who locked the door, had the key and at the same time he was closest to the House. I texted with him in Metro and he told me he will be waiting on me at the station so he can give me keys.
I was like “Can you come to the station? Like won’t it be a trouble?” and he was like “Yea, might be a trouble but what can I do?”
I finally came to his station, it was like 7:33 am and he just handed me the keys said that he was sorry for maybe 4th time and I immediately jumped on a Metro that was coming back to the House.
I arrived at the house approximately at 7:50 am and we were supposed to be at work at 8 am.
M got dressed, I was still kinda pissed at the whole situation because I fucking hate being late! I do that from time to time but just to let you know I really hate myself for that. Our next Metro was leaving at 8:11 am and the whole ride to work we were trying to figure out what are we gonna say to the boss but at the end just told the truth.

When we arrived at work it was, I guess, 8:40 am and our boss was already waiting for us, a little scared, but as soon as she saw us she was kinda relieved and happy to see us. There was no problem with coming late, since we explained what happened.

There you go guys, those were only 2 stories that happened during the WEEK 8 and there are 2 more!!

Have a little patience with me please, I know I did not post for a while but the truth is, that my heart somehow did not want it to end that quickly. You see.

Thank you for reading my journey, because this is really happening- only two more episodes till the very end.



WEEK 7-Hysterical Saturday Happening, Inevitable Goodbyes and a Message to Young Adults (SUMMER EXPERIENCE IN GERMANY)


The seventh week was kind of weak, since we had a lot to do and no time to just live the ordinary and chilled life we wanted. Hell yea, we came here to work, but still, we all wanted a little while for ourselves and just rest and do, well actually nothing. If you don’t want that, just raise your hand.

We had only two weeks to the very end and since there were a few people who were still on high school they had to pack their stuff and leave. Unfortunately, there was no other choice. There was this- people have built a few incredible friendships here at the House, that kind of friendships that are not easy to forget.

The House started to become quieter and quieter because there was the date of 1st of September and a few people were already gone as I mentioned, then 8th of September- more people left and when on 13th of September the main gate closed behind a few others, the air became “totally different”. That day we went to sleep with a weird quietness around us (if we are not counting this German guy who lived in the same “hall” of the House as me and had TV on till like 4 am.- every single freaking day!!), no people laughing and drinking downstairs, no girls smoking outside while drinking beer, no people talking in the halls, nobody tripping on the stairs anymore…it was kind of a unbelievable happening out there. When we somehow got used to the noise, it suddenly stopped. There were only 10 of us left.
It was official.
But I am foreshadowing now. ↓↓↓

This week was the last for high schoolers as I mentioned. Over the course of these two months I had the opportunity to talk to each and every one of you and I have to say, people are so so different and I was able to see it there. One of them was about to go to study Japanese language, other two fell in love in here (spoiler alert: A and B!!!) and are currently experiencing a distance relationship – coincidentally with women from our country since at the House we were all from one country,another one has been working many jobs and is still at high school, guys…like I can’t even, the diversity of people is just too much for me sometimes. I like that every single on of them was different…it does make a human being feel special at some point. And that’s why I want to dedicate this one to you, my young adults. And again, I know that none of you will never stumble upon this blog, but at least I can be general.

To all of you out there: I know that you might be insecure or scared about what’s gonna happen next, but honestly, don’t be. Life has something terrific for you, it has its aces in its sleeves. It always has. When I was 18, I would kill for a good advice. As a matter of fact, your life is just starting now.
Travel as much as you can.
Meet new people.
Experience the unknown.

Take pictures.
Fall in love.
Go nuts. Go crazy.
Enjoy the life to the fullest.
When something fucks up just talk to yourself like: ” Look I know that you are upset and sad right now, but there are worst things that might happen and didn’t yet, it is not the end of the world.”

And that’s it…it is not the end of the world. Not everyone is able to understand or accept that when something fucked up happens. So I am just letting you know that there is always a new day if you did not happen to know. Don’t worry.

“Thank you to all of you that I was talking about…you guys…you can make big things, just don’t give up and be good people…I wish nothing more.”


You guys you won’t even be able to understand what happened next because I am still not in a state of mind that I accept that happening.
Saturday- 2nd September:
As usual, we went to work. Most of the people were asleep since there was a party on Friday (again, as usual). I was in a hurry because I was kind of late (as usual again and again) and I just needed to go pee so freaking much you can’t even imagine so I sprinted to the bathroom left my bag outside but brought my phone with me I don’t even know why and put it into my back pocket. I am pretty sure you now know where am I heading with this. So as I was pulling the pants down I just heard a dull sound and a splash….I immediately knew that I fucked up, big time. So at that particular second without even thinking, I reached for my beloved old phone into the toilet (experienced enough from work) and started to shake like those little bag dogs when they are cold. I was in shock, I run out (with my pants back on) of the bathroom and started to cry so hard. I sat on stairs I turn the phone off  because it is always necessary to do it when something like this happens (and it stayed off till Monday ↓) and was not able to move. It all happened during like 1 minute and 30 seconds but it was like an hour for me. We had to hurry the hell up because we were already late for out Metro and needed to get to work on time. Imagine me having a mental breakdown because of the phone, crying the whole way to work (like 45 minutes) and then sobbing for like the half of our Saturday shift…I was a mess guys. I was under the impression that everything is gone…all the pictures from Germany, all the blogs I have pre-written…other more than 1000 pictures…I was devastated, I had a big part of my life there.
Everything became dark.
Like these pictures.

Thank God that after I calmed down and stopped having like 25th panic attack in a row I got an idea. I had a tablet with me there and that little thingie was able to accept SIM cards. Way to go- I went to buy a reduction to a electronic shop and was able to talk on the phone and have a few of the apps that I had in my phone. The funniest thing was, that when I was phoning somebody it looked like I was holding a flat TV on my ear.

That is the reason I have no more new pictures for you and I am so so sorry but that is the truth, but…

More on this Friday be continued on Monday in Week 8, I guess.You will get to know what more happened and if my three year old iPhone survived the encounter with water.

WEEK 8 is coming guys and you will get to know what happened- stay tuned, the end is really really close.



P.s: For the header image I am thankful to L, she was willing to give me a few pictures she took so I have at least something since the accident..so again T H A N K * Y O U darling!