WEEK 1 – or how it all started (Summer experience in Germany)

“Let the journey begin…Shall we?”

Firstly, I have decided to dedicate each part to a single person that I shared a good moment or two with. Not that I want to boost their ego or whatever, but I just wanted to appreciate the people that made my trip better.
But let’s get to business now:

15.7. Saturday: So we arrived in Munich. Another place I’ve never been to. We were sitting in the car in silence, just awaiting what is yet to come for us. After like 30 minutes we were parking in front of a rectangle building with a dark roof and shutters. My first feeling was…okay, breathe in, breathe out, you got this. We payed for the ride and were awkwardly trying to get our 159 bags into the house. I am seeing stairs..okay, I am still not sure if I’m gonna make it with the fucking luggage- long story short- I made it and almost fell down the stairs and died, the very first day- that is so me.

Well, moving on, I came to the room where I was supposed to live for 2 months and was completely shocked by the small space I will be sharing with another 5 girls.
Actually, I got like a 45 minutes long panic attack and wanted to turn around and leave. But I counted to at least 200 and  decided to go out and find Metro Station with other new people.
After we came back, L said we are going to see Marien Platz so we packed some stuff and went to see a piece of Munich the very first day. I have never been in Metro or any kind of underground vehicle (*feeling like a stupid villager right now*) so I was excited and this is what happened. We arrived at Marien Platz right in the middle of the Gay Pride. Well…I don’t have to tell you what that means- full of people, full of alcohol- full of drunk people, loud music etc etc…so when we wanted to take a picture with this ↓

The funny thing is, while we were taking some selfies, some drunkie decided to throw up right behind our backs *hidden laugh full of disgust* well, that escalated quickly.
Anyway, we were walking around for a while and then decided to come back to the House because it was getting a little late and we wanted to take a shower and unpack those 159 bags we brought with us.

The next day we went to see Garchinger See

“Mad swans”

That day was a beautiful weather so we decided to go like 15 minutes away from our House to see the beauty with our own eyes, lay down on the sun and enjoy the last free day we have before we get into the “real world”.

On Monday, we went to the company to sign some papers and be official employees (of the year).

not this, but it was kinda funny when the guy who instructed us drew it

And then another shocking thing came out- we were said we are not working that day, we are only signing the papers. Well, it turned out we were working- till 4 pm.
Fuck.
I was wearing a gray skirt (packed exactly no pants which I was supposed to wear), got these big boots that were 2 times bigger than my feet and a baggy blue shirt (by the way I am still wearing it while writing this) – outfit on point, don’t you think?

Maybe some of you would think that cleaning is just for people with no education and kind of a “last chance” before unemployment- well it is not- so I have become a cleaning lady for 2 months.

On my way to another building I caught myself staring at this beautiful building that was a part of the firm.

Happily, I got a chance not to work alone (thank god!!) and I was (and while writing this, I currently still am) working with a guy, also from my country, who came here with me.
By the way his name is Matt.
Never thought that I would chat this much with a man and I have to admit we were (and are) getting on very well. I was glad because I found a good friend in him. Anyway, I want to truly thank you for  every single chat we had, every single laugh we shared, because you know that I am not very good with people. Since I don’t allow a lot of people to come near me and do not have a lot of real friends (which sucks ass sometimes), I was still okay to let you see a bit of the twisted mind of mine. This one is dedicated to you because I’ve gained a true friend who I know I can count on and that is what is important now.

The very first memory is this photo … ↓

…and also a good evening while we were sitting outside the house drinking beer and just watching the sun slowly going to sleep.

The first week is always the hardest everywhere you go or start to work, so I was trying my best to learn all the things I am supposed to do and even made some lists to not forget all of it. My superior, with whom I started to work, was a nice and sweet lady, always in a good mood etc etc. Just lovely to work and spend time with. Yeah, there were days when I was tired or she was angry but we made it and at the end of the week I was feeling more confident about my “work knowledge”.

The first week after work we went to see the town a little bit and I have to say, as a big fan of architecture, I saw some pretty good pieces that resonate in my mind even till now.

Anyway, the 6 days of work went by and there was Sunday awaiting for us. Firstly, me and L cooked a good lunch together because we decided that at least once a week we need to eat some meat (a real food, not just pre-made stuff or a fast food). We were all tired after the whole week, but still decided to explore the town a little bit more. My friends were here in Munich last year so they knew the town a little bit more so they took me to see some interesting places.

  

I have to admit, the first week was hard on me because my legs hurt a freaking lot but I was still processing that I am somewhere else than my hometown. You know the little excitement from something that is yet to come but you don’t know what exactly it is.

See you in  Week 2 🙏🏻

N.

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The Weekend-long Czech trip

Exactly a month ago I was in this beautiful town called Znojmo in Czech Republic.

But first of all, I should tell you how did I get to go to this interesting little town. Obviously from the title you got the point what was the starter for this little weekend trip – it was a Christmas gift from his parents. First of all, I am so freaking thankful for this opportunity to go and see a new place again not to just mindlessly and stereotypically spend my time in my hometown as I do like every single day during the week. Yes, because I have to, and I’ve heard that school is important so a one reason more to visit that institution. But back to the main topic, since we are not here to discuss my stereotypical school life but something slightly interesting.

Well, where to start? Maybe with a first day. We woke up in a lovely looking small hotel (that as we found out two days later used to be a brothel and we had a nice laugh about it), had breakfast and decided to go to explore the town a little.

Firstly we went to see Znojmo Town Hall Tower, and actually it is like one of the highest points in there.

So as a active people with super healthy lifestyle (*beeping of the sarcasm detector*) we got to the very very top of it. And let’s see what was waiting there for us, shall we?

Can you see the church in the back round? Prepare yourselves, you will see it later even more.

Beautiful am I right? But actually I was sticking my hands with the camera out of the window ↓
Is there something I wouldn’t do for a picture? ↓

Jail time in the tower

I know they are both the same, but I couldn’t decide which one to use.

I had to do as much pictures as possible because I always can’t get enough of the beauty of place…

After we climbed down the tower, and our feet slowly led us through the aisles to the church of St. Nicholas.

I am really into doors, sorry to interrupt the journey but I had to.

♥.♥.♥

The perfect sun timing!

What a nice a view ♥☺

After walking we sat down for a while to have a coffee because as a matter of fact- we were only in the first half of our Saturday journey.

After the amazing coffee (and painkillers in my system, because my head hurt like hell!) we went back to the centre of the town to visit the incredible Znojmo Catacombs, that were like a labyrinth under the whole town (as a matter of fact it was like 27 km long and we got to see only like 1-2 km because it was really really cold there, but we still stayed there like 2 and a half hours because the guide couldn’t stop talking)
The first thing that guide did when we entered the Caracombs he said that we are going to play “Hide and Seek” and we are supposed to find him. I was like WTF man it is like 30 km long…how? He said it will be pretty easy just give it a try- actually we got to him like in 3 minutes of running and almost even kneeling because the walls were really narrow and ceilings were really low.

Pretty scary huh?

This is called a Water Grave. I don’t think I have to explain it to you.

The funniest thing was that after 2 and a half hour, freezing, tired and feeling like a canal rat we came out in a completely random old panel house (and I note that that panel house was residential) and it was like three streets away from the place where we started. This is the place where we came out of the residential panel house ↓

Just imagine the faces of people on the streets when they saw a group of people in rubbery coats, rubbery boots (we had to wear them because we went through mud and water as well) and colorful helmets- looking like crazy af.

I was so so hungry I almost didn’t see so we decided to go to the hotel for the dinner since it was almost 5 pm when we left the Catacombs.

On our way home I got to see those two completely different but beautiful buildings!!

I have always been in love with some interesting places because they were extraordinary (at least for me) and I am always happy to go somewhere new where something takes my breath away just by the appearance or by the beauty of it. For example I am trying to find the beauty in simple things like for example nature in concrete:

It is simple, but it stayed in my mind because it was something I want to remember. also simple memories are important. And you know it.

On Sunday we still had one day, but we decided to visit one other town that was even smalled then Znojmo. The town was called Mikulov. Another historic town that caught my attention with its buildings and astonishing “old beauty”.

Even though the building is old and you can see the marks of damaged plaster, but still this is one of the buildings that catch your eye when you pass by.

and again…

A very old Dietrichstein tomb

So much beauty in this picture guys, I can’t even express how much I loved that door.

Then we moved on to the castle of Mikulov but unfortunately the tours n the caste were beginning in 2 weeks so we didn’t get to see the inside of the castle but at least we went for a walk inside of the gardens around the caste itself.

 I have to admit that this article was a long and exhausting ride till I got it all out. But anyway, after coffee and some desserts we sat into the cars and left Czech Republic and came home all happy and healthy but most of all tired.

Even though it was a month ago I can still feel the good feeling which I felt there. I am incredibly thankful that I was able to go with him and his family and have such a nice time with all of them. It was feeling like a very short weekend because everything that is good will end so quickly that you can’t even spot when.

But really, thank you my dearest, for everything.

N. 

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The late late winter wonderland

“Winter wonderland…I am speechless…”

After all this time I decided to come back again.
I don’t know why, but after almost 4 month of “burn-out” I started to think about all the things that happened, all the memories that resonate in my mind still to this day, all the places I visited. I wanted to share it again and I wanted you all to see the beautiful places I’ve been to. I have to admit it was not that far away (I mean like going abroad) but it was still here in my beautiful country full of nature and mountains. Today, I wanted to show you a winter piece (even though it is already spring here).

That day we decided to go to High Tatras, and also stop by Štrbské Pleso  and the area around. We packed our things, sat to the car and drove like 2 hours to see the winter wonderland. We stopped here ↓ because it was on the way to our destination that you will see later in the article. We got out of the car to go for a walk around the frozen lake. It has always been beautiful, but in my opinion, it is most beautiful during winter, let’s see.

This was it, I was immediately enchanted with the white beautiful area around me and for more- it started to snow, which made the place even more beautiful. But, see for yourself.


Just a little info: As you can see in the picture, the trees are little weird, don’t you think? At some places there are trees and maybe there is a missing place? This is why: On the 19th of November 2004, High Tatras were affected by an enormous windstorm/calamity/disaster (118 km/hour strong wind) and it changed the area beyond recognition. In an unprecedented scale destroyed, damaged forests, but also the whole complex of factors governing water regime, climatic conditions, the limits of the various plant and animal species. I remember it even though I was only 8 years old at that time, it was all over the news for a very very long time, and I do know that a lot of people were affected and also some people died there because the ambulance couldn’t get to them. After almost 13 years, the forest is trying to “recreate” all the lost trees, but the amount of nature our country had lost because of this unfortunate happening is irretrievable.

But, back to a happier topic? That would be appropriate, I guess.
After this stop we got back to the car and continued on our way to (*drum rolls*) – Hrebienok, which is a ski resort and a mountain where you can get by your own lazy feet (like 45 minutes) or by a mountain cogged railway (something like a little train) and it is like 15 minutes (5 km) up to the Hrebienok. Since it was not a bad weather that day, so we decided to go by our feet. That same day, there was a national competition in carving ice sculptures from all the corners of Europe and also a Ice Dome that is there every year during winter.

This was the view from there.

And this ↓ is the mentioned Ice Dome, write down in the comments how you liked it, I am curious what do you think about it! It is from more than 90 tons of ice, so check it out.

My hands were literally freezing because the Dome must be preserved in nonstop “frosty climate”, and I was almost unable to take pictures, that’s how cold I was!

There was also an area with a glassy objects that looked like pure art:

But again, I was freezing as hell and I didn’t even feel my own hands so I just snapped the most beautiful one and had to go out.

Here are some examples of the sculptures that were in the competition:

Simply beautiful, pure and artistic experience.

When it started to get a bit darker we decided to walk back down because after like 3 hours of traveling, slight hiking and cold we were too tired to stay longer.

It was another little trip that I am posting like 3 month later, but since I missed the feeling of writing I wanted to share my memories with you, to show you that even though I am not traveling to America or The Great Britain, it still can be a nice experience.
Nature was, is and will always be the shelter where I know I can come back anytime I want and I will always feel relaxed and excited.

THANKFUL.

N.

P.s: I’ll be back soon. For real.

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Generation Like? …

An interesting happening at University finally came to my life!!
I know you surely experienced boring days and lesson where you just wanted to jump out of the window because it would be more entertaining than that mess in front of you. Well, I was at the Media class and we watched a interesting movie called Generation Like and it was about social media, likes and stuff like that and after watching it we were supposed to write an essay about it. Hell yeah, finally something interesting!

My opinion? Here it is:

By the way- here’s the link to it:

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/frontline/film/generation-like/ – if you’re interested.

„It’s all about likes.“

Try to be completely honest with yourself- if you posted some picture, whether it was a selfie or a picture of something that you like, you really wanted some feedback in a form of likes or even a comment. The perfect example of this was the “scene“  in the film where ordinary kids are talking about this particular topic – people want to be liked. Even though they might be claiming the exact opposite- they do. The thing is, people are putting out a piece of themselves into the wilderness of the Internet, with a little hope in their little heart, that yes, this is the content that is interesting and might interest other people as well. Those things define them and they want to show the society who they really are.

Then, there is the social currency. I mean, the more likes you get, the better you feel. To confess my sins, I was really into this “checking up on likes every single minute“  kind of thing, in the past. I’d lie if I say that I am 100% free of this, for some people, nonsense, today- but let’s face it, I am older now, having my own issues and things I am dealing with and well, I don’t care that much as I did.

We are giving and the Internet is accepting. We can call it as a social circle. All the content we post is something that will stay there forever. You may delete it but social media will still keep it (a red flag?). Sometimes, people are not even realizing what are they really posting, but once they hit „send“ button, it’s up there and they are no longer the only „owner“ of your word.

This digital revolution makes people think- what can I do to entertain people that much, they will be willing to hit the “like“ or “follow“ button?
I think that majority of teens nowadays all over the world are thinking about this right now, not knowing that all the other people are dealing with the same thing.

„How to outrun others?“
„How to come up with something that haven’t been here before?“
↓(And last, but not least) ↓
„How to be the best?“

Maybe those questions are the exact ones that are flying from side to side in a mind of a regular teen of nowadays. But yes, i tis still pretty individual – there are people, who do post, but don’t care about likes at all. I tis not their job to watch it, they are just having fun, creating, let’s just say  “ memory timeline“ , to keep the pictures they took alive for them and for the wider audience.

The process of technology is increasing from one day to another and we don’t even realize how much it changed our life and honestly, it still does. Chatting, liking, sharing following…everything makes us who we are.
The film really made me dig deeper, even though I was dealing with a similar topic at my personal blog, not such a long time ago.

The more interesting thing about the film was that the creators included ordinary children  and let them say what they think, how they feel about it all, not just some sore facts that would bore you to death.
It is still important not to forget who we are and how it was before the “social mess” even started. There are still people out there, not just chat bars where we talk on and on and on about things that we can chat outside, face to face rather than having for example an “emoji conversation”. But yes, it will never be how it was. Technology will not let you forget how it is now and won’t let you stop using your thumbs till you die.

People will always want to be liked, always will be hungry for attention and always will want to surprise you with something new.

At first I thought the film will also be about social bullying or even catfishing or maybe also about the (more)  negative site of social media, but at the end of the movie I realized that this really wasn’t the right time and a right place for it. There are so many other films that are dealing with that.
Well as a matter of fact, nowadays, you can do anything. You can bully other people or on the other side you can help them if they are in need. You can be truthful to people and (for example like their “stuff” in a truthful not in a fake way- if we want to be “in the topic”) or you can lie to everybody on social media like you never did before. You are picking sides at the very beginning.

But the most interesting thing is that you will never be able to mislead the truth.
Ask yourself.
I hope you know.

N.

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When unexpected things turn out to be satisfying (at some point)

…happens.


Those moments when you are simply swimming through your life and don’t really know what the exact day is. You need to ask somebody every single day, because you just don’t know.

Having too much of a free time is exhausting because even though you have nothing to do, you fill up your day with something- let’s say, unexpected.

∩ An ordinary day turns out to be extraordinary and unexpectedly nice.
∩ Writing turns out to be long even though you wanted a short one instead.
∩ Feeling turns out to be here and not buried under the ground.
∩ Having a secret thought about life- it turns out to be tough so you have to become tougher.
…so much more hidden under the blanket of words. You know me, you know what I mean. Right?

I don’t know, sometimes I have the feeling to express all of my deep thoughts, to write strong quotes about how I feel but then I just shut off because I don’t want to go there, mind gets jumbled up, so I’d rather pass.
I do write/take photos, but because I want to feel life, let’s just say twicewhile the moment is still here, and in retrospective– so when I read through my thoughts again I’ll know that yes, I was here and now, I am somewhere else.

I would say on better place.
Reminiscing.
Lesson learned.

N.

P.s: Sometimes I hide too. Well, who doesn’t?
Thank you D.

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The place where you belong. . . ?

,,TIME IS A SCARCE STUFF.”


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Those days when you’re feeling kinda alone.

When you are home all by yourself.

Nobody ⇔ nowhere.

Walking around the place I am supposed to call home, stepping inside of every single room and looking around…reminiscing a few years back, this particular room I am in right now,  was my bedroom, now I live the “next door”.
I was sharing room with my older brother till me being 10 or 12 (?) and him being 15 or 17…hard to know, when you are a person who doesn’t really remember what she had for lunch yesterday. Then, pardon me.
Anyway, I was just stepping inside of the dark room and listening to a silent ticking of the old watch we have for forever. Sitting on a couch, which was bought when they were still together. Seeing so many pictures in my head right now. Him sleeping on the couch, eating peanuts – then switch – us having 16 Christmas in a row – switch – watching TV together – switch – playing cards….switch, switch, switch.
Can’t say that I miss him here, I am too old for that (at least too old to admit it), but still, those are memories and sometimes you miss memories more than the person.
That was the time I wasn’t really seeing the whole truth, honestly I didn’t care (why would I), but there comes an ability to “see and hear” with the proper age.

It all sometimes makes me feel kinda anxious, with a necessity to get the hell out of here for a few days (as I did), but as you know, you are always glad to come home with a feeling that this is your place, a place where you belong even if you don’t admit that in front of yourself sometimes.

You always come back, because as much as I want that, you want to belong somewhere, and don’t say I’m not right, when you know that I am. Everybody wants that. Nobody wants to stay all alone, by herself, in a lonely apartment a few days in a row.

Then, you surely know what to do.

N.

P.s: Even if it’s partly cracked like the path on the photo, but you are still able to fix it. It’s all about your attitude.