O, yes, changes!

  I have been reading books, posts, listening to music lyrics or watching movies that had a very common message or reminder for us, as human beings. The examples are: "Enjoy each moment.. Enjoy your life with all the breaths.. Tell the persons you love that you love them, today. Tomorrow it is maybe too late..."

  Those are just some of the examples, that I will base my post today. The post will not be scientific. It will not have any quotes, references or anything I would rely on the outside world on. It is just an evaluation on things I have experienced.

  My time is the time in the car. I love it. I simply love it. I love to enjoy the music and the country-side of Jylland (Denmark). It is flat as hell sometimes. Sometimes it seems the road is 1000km and not 100km. Passing by with a car at the small town roads is cool. All the houses look the same, though, with those red bricks. But something is on them, anyway. Two years ago I didn't like it. I was so bored, or at least I thought I was bored. I haven't seen it holistic, with a broader view. It was more like a rejection from my head and thoughts, as being away from my homeland, Slovenia, as being away from the village that I call my birthplace, situated in the hills that are followed by a curvy road that gives sometimes headaches or dizziness. Yes, I would say it was rejection. Though I realized it now, but it was. Like a rejection of making myself integrate. "And everybody say anyway, that it sucks..." 

  Probably many do not know what I am talking about. But as I told it is just a learning process. And it is my blog. Take it or leave it. I can make your job easier and tell you a little bit more straight away, if you really want so: Damn, it was hard! It was hard to leave things behind, there in Slovenia. It was hard to go to this flat country with people that speak some weird language and behave so strange. 

  Yes, it was a process that came after me at the time of ... NOW. I am in a period when I know what to do. A period when I lack a little bit of social attention, but a period that brings me on a road to realize why I am here and why I managed to stay for 3 years and why I will manage to continue 1 more year, until the next year, July 2012.   

  And maybe further, if there will be something nice going on or on the market. :)

  Anyhow, at that point I realized that I am preoccupied with myself. Preoccupied but lacking ability to believe in myself. 

Go Ana, go! You can do it! You'll do it! You are doing it! You are doing it good!  

It is starting with saying I love you. Firstly to my parents. With really meaning it. For all the troubles I made and for all the decisions they needed to take with me. I'll go further soon. But that's the mission today. 

  I enjoy the time. I love the people around me. I know the people that I love maybe a little bit more are a little bit far away from me - but as long as they know everyday, I love them, it is fine, right?

  This can be a further story and a plan to start believing. To clear out with myself - after managing the others. Right? It is like pulling the rope towards yourself - for the better you and for the better them!

  And now if you read the introduction again, you'll figure out, what I meant.. Or? Or you still do not know what the hell I am talking about? :)

p.s. Thank you positivity. You save me every time! :)

The battlefield

Haven't been writing anything since I returned from Argentina, one of the greatest periods I could imagine/have in my life. It was one of the things that happened for a reason - one of the travels that made me travel alone - deal with myself alone in the wide world and at the same time explore the people in my own way. It was admirable for me to meet people, that opened their embraces for me from the moment they have seen me. I was thinking about it many times - how much strength, courage and trust this people have as part of their lives, though they many times complain about the structure, people and safety in their country (in this case Argentinians).

I was familiar with these feelings already on the Asia travel (to India, China, Laos and Vietnam) that was one of the first travels to unknown, somewhere on the other side, away from security and comfortability to have hot water, a pillow case, a blanket, a white-bread sandwich or on the other extremes - the differences in language, culture, habits, values, way of living, politics systems... Now, looking back, I am figuring out how much I actually learned. Travel is a battlefield with yourself and the perception that was brought into your head from your neighbourhood and nearby society. It is a battlefield that either turns you up or down, depending what you are able to take into yourself and your will to change the way of thinking. Now it sounds pretty simple, but it is not.

The battlefields with yourself as part of the growing process sometimes simply suck. It sucks to be on a line, when you simply realize that life you had has another meaning and another "structure" than from a person somewhere elsewhere in the world, that rounds with issues that you never really needed to think about: water, food, hygiene, home. And when you come to this point of realization you open your eyes WIDER. Than you figure out poverty doesn't stand only in India, but also in our Western world - in the nearby town or village or on the other side of the forest. And when there comes the point of really realizing that world takes more than gives, you simply have to sit down for a bit. But not because you need to feel pity. But because it is a reality that was created through the centuries and bombs of a human-hand and the powers of nature (and other factors of course).

And the battlefield continues in a different way, while coming back to the security, comfortability and a chance to decide.

I remember my first days coming from Asia travel, enjoying the hot-shower and home-made food, heating in my room and an open fridge of choices, that I simply could take with my own hands. Not that you do not have to work for them - but they are there. Man, I live in Europe. I can move everywhere around. And nobody will really stop me. There will be issues and pre-occupation with myself - but that's it. Individualism is the key in our world and that surrounding is firstly a pain in the ass, but in the end you take it as something normal - why to suffer if it is not necessary, right? 

Anyhow, the hot shower and heating in my room made me think about whether I deserve it, whether I need it, whether it is good for me. The first week I felt the tension to save everything; the electricity, the food, the usage of water, gas and so on. I was an AWARE citizen! After the week of saving my thoughts dropped dead. They simply turned into the normal biorhythm again. Mainly because of myself. And mainly because it is logical and normal to have it - to have it here and now and without hesitation. The turning point made me forget about my experiences in Asia, I travelled with and brought home in my back-pack. But I rather say: "Wannabe brought in backpack. Wannabe brought to be used smartly."

Sometimes the "inside" shakes came back - travel to Belize, Latvia and Argentina, studying about Islam, Christianity & Islam, Judaism, Western & Eastern thinking... - but they haven't lasted for long. Without asking or searching for excuses - I have let myself go again into the relaxed environment that preaches to focus rather on career, self-development, self-achievement, self-occupation, self-living, self-pithiness, self-self-self-self individual self.

I do not know what is happening in Libya. I do not know much about Japan and what happened there either. I am empty of thoughts and knowledge around me. As I am pre-occupied with myself and I do not go out of this tight skin of mine.

That makes me realize I need another turning point. Maybe that will be Angola in August. Who knows. I feel it needs to happen. I really do. I need another shake-up. When it will come - I'll be back. 

43 dni nepozabnosti...

Ura je 22:57 in kmalu se bo iztekel že 43 dan, od kar sem v Argentini. Ne vem kod in kam je izginil ves ta čas - mi je pa jasno, da je bilo obdobje intenzivno v vseh možnih pogledih. Od nekaterih preizkušenj, ki so me spremenile in potegnile v drugačno sfero, ki me je malo pretresla vendar postavila pokonci. Do nekaterih poti, ki se jih niti dobro nisem zavedala da jih hodim in da sem jih na koncu prehodila. Do zavedanja kdo sem, kaj sem, kaj imam in kako srečna sem lahko za vse priložnosti, ki so mi dane - v tem primeru imam v mislih družino, potovanje samo in izkušnje in doživetja, ki mi jih je risala Argentina. In predvsem ljudje, tej čudoviti ljudje, od katerih sem se in se bom težko ločila...

Rudi (Nemec) in Rita (Argentinka)

Manjši del časa, ki ga namenjam v Argentini, sem se odločila preživeti v Miramaru, kjer živijo moji sorodniki (moj star-star ata in njegova družina). Preostalo so tri lokacije, kjer sem se hotela "ustaviti" in "dihati" in od njih odnesti kar se da veliko. Predvsem kar se tiče "socialnih" in medsebojnih kontaktov. Prvo je obdobje v Buenos Airesu, kjer sem v glavnem nastanjena pri Riti (iz internetne skupnost Couch Surfing) - vendar s pregibi pri družini Helene Hočevar (Slovenskega rodu, poročena z Argentincem), ki me izjemno lepo sprejela v svoj dom in mi dala neverjeten čas z nepozabnimi pogovori, dogodki in toplino. Včasih je mistično in čudno ob enem, ko me ljudje vprašajo, kam bom potovala in zakaj ne grem na sever in na jug ter zakaj sem izključno na lokaciji Buenos Airesa, Cordobe in Mendoze... In zakaj ne grem tam in vidim to in ono. Po teh pogovorih po navadi vedno postanem emocionalna, ker mi pravzaprav ni do tega, da bi videla vse kotičke Argentine. V trenutku čustev pač dojamem, da so ljudje tisti, ki mi rišejo pot na en ali drugačen način. Ni važno, kje sem, dokler imam naokoli sebe ljudi, ki mi dajo varnost, pozornost in perspektivo (ozadje filma Into the Wild, na primer). Glede na to, da potujem sama, je včasih lahko neznansko dolgočasno. Se spomnim, da sem pred tremi dnevi šla naokoli glavnega mesta province Cordoba, da sem si ogledala "znamenitosti". To je bil eden izmed najbolj dolgočasnih dni in najbolj "prezrtih" momentov, ki mi dejansko niso pomenili nič, razen trenutka, ko sem se usedla na klopco in opazovala direndaj in navsezadnje trušč in življenje ljudi, ki so hodili mimo mene. Pol ure opazovanja je bil edini piš, ki je označil, da se mi je "recimo da" splačalo iti v center mesta.

John in Helen (Angleža), Alejandra (Argentinka) in jaz

Kakorkoli že, v Buenos Airesu imam mnogo stvari, h katerim se z veseljem vračam. Glede na to, da so se ustvarile povezave, so se ustvarili dialogi, kot s Argentinskimi Slovenci, tako z Argentinci samimi. Kot druga reč je utrip mesta, ki je dejansko fenomenalen in v vsem tem blišču in trušču in milijonu ljudi - od teka v zgodnjih jutranjih ur, uživanje v parkih ali pa obisk koncerta zaznamujejo, da se preprosto ne morem odreči Buenos Airesu. Čeprav so vsi kontakti in ljudje eden izmed glavnih razlogov, zakaj se vračam.

Druga lokacija je bila Mendoza (provinca Mendoza), ki se je zgodila predvsem zaradi vinorodnih okolišev in se je odvila neverjetno spontano, kjer sem spoznala preko internetne skupnosti Couch Surfing čudovite ljudi, ki so me sprejeli v svoj dom in mi dejansko v tem kratkem času podarili več ljubezni kot bi si kdaj mislila, da je človek sposoben dati tujcu. Ostala sem pri treh različnih stanovalcih, od mladih do malce starejših (32 let) do manjše in večje družine (s katero smo se stiskali v majhnem stanovanju). Z vsakim momentom, ko sem pakirala svoj nahrbtnik, da se premaknem k drugim stanovalcem sem imela tisti velik cmok v grlu, kako se bodo stvari odvile. In metuljčke v trebuhu (ne zaradi kakršnekoli zaljubljenosti, temveč zgolj evforije, neučakanosti, navihanosti in predvsem RADOVEDNOSTI!).

S Cintio z darilom (Argentinska zastava) zame

Tretja lokacija se je tako spet odvila in se še zmeraj odvija :) zelo spontano in nenačrtovano (razen tega, da sem ljudi v naprej kontaktirala). Glede na to, da je Cordoba (provinca Cordoba) na poti (čeprav malce višje) nazaj v Buenos Aires, sem se pač odločila, da se ustavim vsaj za nekaj dni in "prečekiram", kaj dogaja ter spoznam te znane žurerje in odprte ljudi (naziv ostalih Argentincev) iz Cordobe. Sedaj se soočam z "bolečino", ker bom morala zapustiti to mesto in predvsem te punce, ki me trenutno gostijo v svojem stanovanju (ki je najmanjše stanovanje, kar sem jih kdaj uspela videti!). Sprva sem bila malce skeptična, kako bo, glede na to, da so lezbični par in so mi te stvari malce neznane, glede na to, da je zadeva še zmeraj dosti velik tabu kot v Sloveniji, tako na Danskem. "In naša Ana živi z lezbičnim parom tam v Argentini, ja ta hudič mali..." slišim našega atika komentirati naši mamici. Pa vem, da ne misli slabo in da se ne sliši slabo, samo včasih je tem starejšim generacijam vse to, kar se dogaja - "čist" preveč - in "čist" nepotrebno. Po eni strani jih razumem, glede na to, da se velikokrat sama najdem v situaciji nenamernih, prirojenih predsodkov v katerih se počutim malce izgubljeno.

z Pompi (Disco Jockey) in Bel (Visual Jockey)

"Ne sodi, preden ne vidiš na lastne oči."  To je preprost in učinkovit odgovor, ki povzame eden izmed najlepših vikendov! In sedaj me punce ne pustijo iti naprej, ker smo se tako "zaštekale" v smislu "soul-mates". Mislim, da se takšna naključja zgodijo samo nekajkrat v vsem življenju in bodo definitivno zaznamovale nekatere odločitve v daljni prihodnosti... Vendar 31 dni je žal premalo, da bi se skušala dodatno navezati - zato je marsikdaj težko potovati iz enega konca na drugega in ob enem ostati hladen. To je mogoče ena edinih stvari, ki včasih režejo na potovanjih - iz seveda lastnih izkušenj in glede na to, kakšna oseba sem in na dejstvo, da se hitro navežem (kar včasih ravno ni praktično, vendar kaj morem...)...

V vsej različnosti, ki sem jo imela priložnosti izkusiti sem našla nekaj skupnih točk tega naroda oziroma ljudi, ki sem jih imela do sedaj priložnosti spoznati. Gostoljubni, nežni, čustveni, kritični, dobrosrčni in predvsem dobro-voljni, energični, odprti, radovedni in samosvoji... (čeprav mi po glavi roji še veliko več pridevnikov...)

Pred mano je še 31 dni. In še toliko načrtov. Predvsem pa ljudi, ki jih še moram obiskati in s katerimi se bodo ponovne vezi spreobrnile v tono nepozabnih fotografij...

Huge dinner made me sleep like a baby (copy from the DNS 2008 blog)

I decided to write a bit about the Argentinian cuisine, particularly about the meal I’ve eaten some days ago. My god. First, I was staying with a family in Buenos Aires (the mother is originally born in Argentinian, but born to Slovenian parents). Second, they were quite “wealthy” family, with a good economic status but very kind, helpful and hospital. We went to see the OPERA PAMPA (1 hour show with traditional and historical aspects of Argentina). It was indeed a great experience, placed on a stadium, with loads of horses and people dancing, singing and performing a rough history of Argentina. We’ve grabbed the car and tried to handle the horrible traffic in Buenos Aires streets (though it is not comparable with Vietnam or India :) , until we arrived to a small street and a restaurant. Dinner?

It was 10 p.m. – far too late to eat dinner (especially after getting used to not eating anything after 7 in the evening). When we arrived to the restaurant, the first thing was all the waiters jumped to us and started to kiss on the cheeks and saying: Ola! Que tal? The other shock came when also the guys went to kiss Ricardo (the father of the family). OK, it is normal, completely normal… :)

Empanadas

When I got used to the thought, Elena and Ricardo started to order this and that (in Spanish) and as I didn’t catch much I still realized they are having some kind of huge eating plans. “But it is like 10 in the night” I said. The looked serious and replied: “Yes, it is kind of late, but you know, we usually eat at 9, so it is fine.” I responded: “Does that happen everyday?” “Yes,” Elena replied. “When do you go to sleep than?” I asked. “Right after the dish-wash.” Hm… And digestion? :)

Anyway, back to cuisine, we had four parts of the meal. First one is called EMPANADAS.

They are usually consist meat (any kind of meat) and they taste very good. One or two and you already feel a little bit crowded in your stomach. But that was far away from the end. Afterwards two types of salads arrived, one with carrot, onion and reddish and the other one with green salad, cucumber and tomato. There was bread with butter served and sweet fried potato. While eating that another small meal arrived, named PROVOLETA.

It is basically grilled cheese, tasting very good, combined with the salads and potato. In that point I thought this will be enough, though I was a little bit sceptic, as I know Argentinians are huge meat eaters.

Provoleta

Of course that was not over. A plate with meat arrived (only beef), though Ricardo and Elena said it not called a “meat plate”. Fatty sausage, blood-sausage, kidneys, intestines .. pretty exciting and challenging. I liked all of them, except intestines. It was too fatty, though it didn’t look as bad as it maybe sounds. After this plate I felt like I cannot eat anything anymore. But of course there came another plate with beef (like ribs and other parts of a cow), locally called Asado (roast, barbecue). A small piece of it was a struggle. When Elena asked me if I want ice-cream (with DULCE DEL LECHE – I have never eaten something so sweet and so good) or a cake, I just politely said my eyes would eat, but my stomach not anymore.

Usually there is white / red wine served with the meal, that I obviously rejected. But a nice, home-made orange juice sounded good and tasted even better.

* Right now I am located at my relatives in Miramar, getting to know my family and having a chilled out time plus preparing the future plans...



Besos,

Ana

First impressions and RITA

OK, first of all for all the Slovenian readers, Rita is a name and not an ass! :)

It is the third day of my stay in Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina. In one way I still cannot imagine I am actually situated in South America, continent I always wanted to travel to. In the other way I am already grounded and ready to fulfil my mission of travelling to Argentina (I wrote about it in the previous post).
The line between both feelings has a common feeling, called excitement! Until now I already experienced many things and had loads of good start-up talks, that opened a little bit the location and the heart of Argentina.

in the park

I am staying (for four days, but two are already almost gone :) with a girl called Rita (I found her on couch-surfing). She is originally Argentinian, 30 year old woman (I would say girl - she looks very young) with a big apartment situated in a quite calm area of Buenos Aires. For the period of staying at her place I had some goals; to see some of the areas, to learn Spanish and to talk to some people, particularly with her (as I am staying in her apartment) in order to get a little touch of Buenos Aires and its life. Until now, things are going better than expected. To the "sightseeing part": I have explored the area around, went to parks, ate pancakes on the street, went to see the central area. If I put a full-stop here as a common conclusion:

streets of Buenos Aires

HUGE city with millions of things to see, do and experience. A rich architecture, crazy traffic that causes tones of excuses for people of being late, loads of churches, parks, markets, little shops. Not as expensive as in Denmark, but more expensive than I would actually imagine (lets say it is comparable with prices in Croatia, maybe a little bit less?). Tones of meat, sweets, salty food and people with a cup in their hand - mate (a traditional bitter tea, that everyone drinks all the time, everywhere, at any occasion). Poor and rich people, but basically three stages of middle class (higher, middle and lower middle class). A city with passion, joy, colours. A melting pot (loads and loads of different people from all around as a result of migrating, world wars...) with a cosmopolitan out-look. I dare to say it is similar to European capitals, but of course being unique on the other way as Buenos Aires as such. Old, wooden insights of subways, that create a charm of driving to the centre of Buenos Aires with very fashionable and sophisticated people. Crowded streets with people everywhere, but still more silent as in India. Quite a lot of crime, drugs and robbery, but people from Buenos Aires say that makes them keep their eyes open and to take care of their belongings... and more and more.

To the "getting to know the people and their culture part", a common conclusion applied from the talks with Rita, small talks on the street, observation and staying with Rita's family at their house and on a salami-festival (quite some things experienced in such a short time):

The Argentinian people are very warm-hearted people and helpful in any case I experienced until now (on the streets asking for directions or language bonderies for example). The family plays a big role as a part of people's daily life fulfilment. They are very touchy people, greeting with kisses, hugs, smiles and openness. They are patriotic and in love with their country, habits and culture. Argentinians take the life easy, they enjoy drinking their bitter mate in parks, gatherings or even at the working places. They love to sit in bars or cafe's for hours meeting their friends and family and talking amongst some topics about politics, national sports, love and other happenings that form their daily life. They are applying a lot of hospitality, acceptance among themselves and foreigners. I caught them some times singing in the middle of the street, on the subway or in a shop while putting the goods on the shelves. The population of Argentina is very colourful, from Europeneans to communities from other countries of South America to Korean and Chinese people... They are tolerant towards each other, though the Argentinians many times say they do not like Chile (because of its people trying to own Argentinian Patagonia - the southern part of Argentina). Their "big bro" is Uruguay, as it was separated from Argentina (do not know why, but I will find out.. :), though the Argentinian people didn't agree with it...

Education plays quite a big role in Argentina and it has a big importance for the youngsters (especially in the high and middle class) in order they would get an opportunity to get a job/profession. There are many religions in Argentina, but the major one is Christianity (for example: Christian schools). They are having a big faith for somebody "out there" as they would name it and that gives them hope for "walking the steps of life".

Another section I would like to go deeper into is: RITA

Rita and her cat, Mine

As I told before I am staying until Wednesday with Rita. She is an amazing girl, very open minded and critical at the same time. She is living her own life, working for her own life, having a boyfriend from Switzerland, loves to travel and meet new people. She is simple and open towards new things and choices that she needs to take in order to survive or better said, to live in a good way. She has a lot of patience with me, answering all my questions and sharing her knowledge about her country and its people in a very social way. She has a lot of facts and knowledge in her head and she is open towards new inputs and experiences.
Right now she has problems with her leg, so she cannot really show me around but I admire all the energy she puts into me-having a nice time in Buenos Aires. Tomorrow we are going to see Tango lessons in a nearby place as a finish line of the four days I am spending in her place.

together with the "MAMA" at the salami festival

Yesterday I had one of the best moments until now, as she invited me to join her going with her family to a salami-festival. The salami-festival happens every year in a place called Mercedes. It is kind-of a festival with a lot of salami and other foods, combined with Argentinian folklore music and families, friends and individuals gathering from all around mainly the parts of Buenos Aires province. We were picked up by her mum, that is about 60 years old woman. Her mum is indeed a kind of person I have never met before (in comparison of her age for example). Full of energy, jumping around, arranging everything, controlling that everyone are fine at the same time, very generous and independent strong woman with a history and stories to tell. She is a crazy but safe driver, cursing on the driver's seat, when somebody tries to take her over or if somebody is horning in case she is too slow. She has an enormous feeling for love and she characterises a happy and proud person.

Than there is Rita's sister and her boyfriend, that are a cool and funny couple. Sister's boyfriend has a huge sense of humour and was "annoying" me the whole day with speaking Spanish to me and making jokes about ESLOVENIA (as the Spanish speaking people would call Slovenia). Everyone knows him around and his girlfriend said to me: "You know, if he would travel even to Spain or Slovenia, he would always find somebody he knows."

Before we went to the salami-festival we were staying at Rita's family house. It was a small, but lovely place with a feeling of home. When I entered the house I immediately felt comfortable. We were eating FACTURAS (as they would call sweet breads or salty breads that they usually eat for breakfast) and joking here and there. It was a good start up and breaking the ice as a start of an unforgettable day.

The salami-festival was great. I was eating loads of good sausages and salami, listening to a great folklore singer Theresa Parodi, meeting other people and exploring the Argentinian way of being and living. One of the things I noticed with being along all these people was I didn't feel like a tourist at all, as the population is multicultural in many ways.
Anyhow, I am attaching some pictures to broaden the view and to share my first experiences of Argentina.. :)

Claudio in the middle of salami's and sausages

The other thing that was pretty amazing to hear from Rita, was about tango. I thought it is a very common and traditional thing of the everyday of Argentinians, but she told me later it is mainly located in Buenos Aires and not so much in other provinces. Folklore plays than a much bigger role in people's life. That basically meant it is more a tourist thing than something else. Of course that doesn't mean they are not proud of it, but they just do not practise it as people maybe think they do.


If I conclude, I have learned a lot in this few days being in Argentina. It is just few days, but much more will come in the rest of two and something months of being in South America. I am completely into it, anyway. Struggling with Spanish, contacting people, making plans and setting goals that I want to achieve as an efficient travel with a reason. I love it. I really do.

The further plans are set but that doesn't mean they cannot be changed. Basically, I am already in contact with some Slovenians and I am going to meet my family on Friday. I want to travel to other provinces as Patagonia, Mendoza and Cordoba (where are also some Slovenian communities or individuals) plus pass by Buenos Aires again in order to explore some more things (and visit Rita again:) I didn't have time to catch "more than something" in these few days of being here. It is a 13 million city, my god! :)

Tomorrow will be again a full day, meeting Daniela (a friend of my relatives) and going to see a tango lesson workshop for dummies (people that want to learn the basics and dance for themselves without being a burden for professional dancers :). I do not know if I will attend it, but I will surely sit somewhere in the corner and cry of excitement :) On Wednesday I am going to visit a Slovenian woman living in Buenos Aires, that will start with lunch and further things that will go on until Friday, when I am moving towards the coast of Buenos Aires province, Miramar.

Basically, so many things to look forward to and time is so short... Luckily I can take it as much as possible - in my own way. That is what is so nice about this period of DNS. 

And yes, I am still on a search for a possible candidate to marry :) Latin boys particularly :)  (uf, now the girls from my team of DNS 2008 would hold their heads :=)

Greets!

Before departure... The overview

I am located right now in Aarhus, the second biggest city in Denmark, visiting a very good friend of mine, but soon departing for Copenhagen and further to Madrid where I will (possibly) catch the flight to Buenos Aires tomorrow evening. I will be arriving in Buenos Aires (the capital of Argentina :) in the Saturday morning where I will be picked up by Remis (rented car) that will drive me to Ritalina, girl that will host me in my first four days in Argentina. From there one I will meet up with a special person, that lives in Argentina, but originally comes from Slovenia. Her name is Elena and she will host me for two nights. It will be the first step towards my mission of this travel to Argentina; getting to know the Slovenians and Slovenian communities, their stories of moving to South America, their memories they keep from their childhood, while being in Slovenia, their decisions of going abroad for a better life or a run off that was caused by the war and other circumstances.

I started to search for contacts in August and until now I found quite some, that I will definitely visit and have a closer look upon. To list some: visiting a Slovenian school, Slovenian families, Slovenian communities / individuals and youth clubs, gatherings...

The other fact is that I will be finally one of the first ones from my closest family to go to Argentina, though it was a dream and consideration since ages of my father to travel there. We were many times joking who will be the first one exploring this country. Years ago I didn't actually think and understand that this is surely possible one day. And now I am at the edge to actually fulfil this dream.
The other thing is I am away of knowing the world around and things that happened in the past. I lack knowledge of basic history of the world and even my own country, Slovenia. It is sad - I am sad about it. I never showed interest to widen knowledge in that way. Probably growing is one of the factors that are influential. Probably travelling around is a factor. Probably the development of connections with my family is the factor.

In the past years I realized how much family means to me. Though I am far away from them, studying abroad in an unknown country with a strange language, I do miss them. But this feeling of missing them goes far out somewhere else - to the things that sharpen my inside part. I will never regret the decision of going away from home. Because with that I actually realized how much I love them.
My base in Argentina will be in the north-east of the country, at the sea, in a place called Miramar. My grandmothers brother moved there while/after war. That is one of the things I will find out in this period of being in Argentina. How it was to go away from home, the feelings, the difficulties, the economical situation, the start up, building the family, being far away from the homeland. I will capture that in conversations and I will write them down for inspiration as for my family and friends, so for myself. Though the base, I will be travelling around a bit to see some major places and also aim to get to know many Argentinians and their way of living. I will not expose myself to tourist places because the travel to Asia thought me you remember the people, small but meaningful talks, the eyes blinking sadness and despair or happiness and joy...

The other thing that I will surely keep on going is the healthy way of living, sports and breathing the nature. August 2010 changed my way of living - and my aim is to keep the spirit and move further. I never took care of what I eat and thought about the pluses of healthy sports...

Basically, I see the upcoming period positive, shiny and a period for myself and the people that I always looked up to, admired and was questioning about. I will write sometimes (at least twice a week) on the blog about how is it going and about what am I experiencing there on the other side.

Let the journey begin...

1 teden / 1 week

... in bom letela proti Argentini. JUHEJ!

... and I'll fly to Argentina! JUHEJ!


;)

Soon / Kmalu

--> On the 9th of September I am flying to Argentina, where I will stay for about 3 months. In the meanwhile I decided to write my blog two to three times a week, where I will gather thoughts, experiences and my personal, physical development, to share what inspired, fulfilled or impressed me from that or other side. It is a part of reflection.

So, I will be online after 10th of September (sometimes in English, sometimes in Slovenian or both).

-->  9. septembra letim proti Argentini, kjer bom ostala za slabe tri mesece (do 25. novembra).
Medtem se bom potrudila vsaj dvakrat do trikrat tedensko objavljati zbrane misli, izkušnje, izpopolnjevanja tako telesno kot duševno do vsega, kar mi pade na pamet ali me je impresioniralo iz tega ali onega vzornega kota. Služi tudi kot del reflekcije..
Se slišimo torej po 10. septembru. (objave bodo enkrat v angleščini, drugič v slovenščini ali oboje).

I FOUND...

my favourite song....


/ sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow /
/ and sometimes if you want to hold on you got to let go.... /

/ i am gonna' close my eyes... / And COUNT TO TEN... # Tina Dickow (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPQZl1oIOM8)


damn, and it is from a danish lady. but she takes all my human - especially in the evenings - when do not have time to think what happened but what comes next :)

Edge.

taking away all the bags, that i had, that i carried to the middle of the edge. the edge, that nobody explains as heavy as i felt.
and as heavy it is, as sad i become, to take this bags back to the edge - the very best edge, in the middle of the story of me and you.
the story is soft as the skin of the softest new born baby. the story is the story, nobody else knows about, nobody else thinks about - that no one else believes.
and the edge, o the edge - is just so hard to explain..
the edge is yellow, i can see it right in front of me. yellow as the brightest stars.
so yellow i am not sure to go forward.
but the people say i have to.
it is just the thing that makes me sad again, because the edge i see is so close, but so far away...

.. been a while ...

the hell - how far he is away / the imagination cannot cross his border.
there is no way actually to get close to him.
it is prohibited, to far away, as i told already, and not-existing.

i feel so young - to young in my brain. heart is completely somewhere else..
it is just a period, i know it is. i completely understand it. but to except it? that's a bit harder.
was thinking how bad this is - how the life circumstances change the situation - delete the possibilities and erase the "nothing at all". how the life makes the half of a choice and leaves than the half - to be solved / issued / discussed. kind a smart, anyway. some people say, you learn like this. probably, in the end. the way to end is always a struggle of finding the right path to go in - you crash into concrete walls - that spin you back and forward, like a back yard swing in the summer and 100 kids around it.

and when you finally get over it - you look back and hit yourself inside your head with a huge stick - because you just by the way realize, how easier you could manage "the issue / discussion / solution"... it is always this question in the head - what you could do better, but you just didn't. not the right time, the right issue, the right discussion and damn - the right solution.

i am 21, playing mature and brave and whatever names people call me sometimes - but the hell, i am not. i am not brave. i am still a teenager. i am still not mature. and i still need craziness. i am still not capable of taking care of myself. what is so bad about it? is there anything bad about it? WHAT IS BAD ABOUT IT?

many times i have to remember myself - that i just escaped from a warm shelter - back home.
and i do live in a crazy world! in a damn crazy world!
i am not the 50s generation, when they had to take care of themselves already when they were small / like my parents for example /
damn, don't know why i am angry now - but i just sometimes feel i am TOO OLD in my appearance but so young in my head / heart.

or maybe i am just there where i talked before about. there in the middle of the process of getting over... over. over. over.

what did i want to say, actually?

življenje

vsak verz, ki mi ostaja, je prilitek. prilitek k mojemu bitju.
vseskozi - čeprav od daleč, opazujem to majhno okroglo: realnost, ki me neizmozgano obhaja in ne izpusti. še vedno ne vem, kje natančno sem, ampak dene dobro.
kamorkoli in kjerkoli že sem, grem ali ždim, sem tukaj.

tukaj?

tukaj.

vsak verz, ki mi ostaja, je odmev. odmev moje biti.
živim zato, da doumem. da nadaljujem in pričnem, znova in znova.
živim - tako da vsako bitje - ki ostaja ob meni, ve, da SEM in da ne bom propadla.

tukaj?

tukaj.

what to do?

trenutno sem v kočljivi situaciji, iz katere se ravno ne vidim ven.
naokoli je vse tako v redu - ampak vseeno ne štimajo stvari, tako kot bi mogle.
rada bi povedala z metaforami, pa ne gre.
ne vem, če znam ovinkariti...

ne znam ovinkariti.

drugi letnik je prečudovit. trenutno veliko berem o agresivnih otrokih, saj jih je tukaj kar nekaj, ki izražajo veliko mero agresije. pa ne tiste, ki jo vidiš v vrtcu, ampak tiste prave agresije, ki je lahko zlahka nevarna, če ne znaš pravilno reagirat.
začele so me zanimati pravljice, ki so resničnost. spomnim se, ko mi je pred nekaj časa ena oseba to položila na srce.
"počakaj, da vidiš in zagledaš, potem se boš čudila."
točno to se dogaja.
drugi letnik je praksa - izjemna praksa. hiška, v kateri smo, je polna. kombinacija devetih s "pomanjkanji" in ostalih 13, ki so najstniki s "surplusom". in hiška skuša ustvariti harmonijo med obema - tako da se soupadata.
ravno to se mi zdi zanimivo in ravno to mi malo olajša delo. veliko "sotrpinov" iz mojega razreda ima najstnike, ki so ekstremi - hiperaktivni, agresivni, avtistični, depresivni, samomorilski... pa še bi lahko naštevala. trenutno ne vem, če bi lahko folgala takšno delo - zato sem izjemno vesela, da sem tukaj, kjer sem.
dejstvo je tudi, da sem na začetku. na začetku je vse friški. čeprav bo kmalu že tretji mesec tukaj - ni še to to. moji "nadrejeni" to radi poudarjajo.
"počakaj, da se najstniki navadijo najprej en drugega. nato bodo začeli čekirati tebe."
skratka, uživam.

čez dva tedna grem na "study weekend" na norveško. za en teden. vedno sem sanjala, da bom potovala po skandinaviji. evo me :) včasih so sanje tako daleč - a če samo malo pobrcaš, lahko pridejo blizu... no ja, mogoče govorim preve splošno?

ja, ena zadeva me malo piga in mi maže čas. ravno danes sem poskočila in zbrala moči, da naredim malo akcije s seboj. malo očiščenja.
nič več ne govorim "nekega dne" in "nekega jutra" in "nekega poletja"... ne gre to tako.
čas mi govori, da naj ne skušam prelagati, kar sem delala dolgo dolgo časa.

akcija ne dene samo dobro - ampak je koristna. takšna - prava akcija, ko dejansko narediš, se ustaviš, pogledaš in se oddahneš.

pa fajn je spet malo pisat blog.
hm, ga kdo sploh bere?
:)

in ja, sem DNS (The neccesarry teacher training college) in sem PTG (Practic - Theoretic high school)...

;)#moji najstniki#

Lære Dansk

Naenkrat vse pade navdzol - in pripravljen si nekaj narediti, da bo prišlo nazaj na točko obstoja.
Ugotovila sem, da lahko znova pišem blog - čeprav mi čas dejansko ne dopuščuje - v vmesnem času delam tone stvari, ki so trenutno moja najljubša prioriteta.
O tem več kasneje, ko bo dežek padal, tako da bom imela izgovor ostati za računalnikom.

*

hrup

nikakor mu ne mores ubezati, tukaj, v vietnamu.
a vseeno, neizmerne vibracije od vseh koncev. ne morem in nocem se nasititi.
spanec, sanje, ljubezen, pogresanje, smeh.
vcasih se sama ne vem, kaj bi rada.

looking forward, my friend said. it is easy to say, but hard to do.
there is this way, i still dont know, if i should walk on it.
should i stay or should i jump...

i am still alive.

Wooohooo!

I n d i j a

nisem hotela priznati, ampak me je bilo strah. strah me je bilo videt vse to, kar sem zagledala, dejansko, na lastne oci. tako se spomnem tistega leta iz kopenhagna v delhi. nic evforije. sam tist obicen filing: se en izlet, pac nekam drugam, k na hrvasko! :)
polna sem vtisov, polna izkusenj in lepot. polna sem razocaranj, solz in joka, smeha in radosti. povezovanja in neskoncnih miksov. toliko reci ozreti v eno oko.
vsec mi je, da sem tukaj z razlogom. da nisem samo turistka, ki hodi sem in tja in cekira ta in on tempelj. resnica? niti v enem templu se nisem bila. preprosto so ljudje tisti, ki me prevzamejo s prve strani, za katerimi grem. templji ostajajo tam, na mestu. se vedno jih lahko vidim, ko se mi bo zazdelo.
vsi tisti obiski po vasicah, vsa tista komunikacija z rokami in internacionalnimi zvoki je eno samo veliko dozivetje.
od severa proti jugu in zopet na severu, trenutno. v mestu Shimla, v himalaji. nedalec stran od dharamsale, kjer upam, da bom lahko poslusala poucevanja Dalaj Lame (upajmo, da bo doma :). tako je mrzlo, naenkrat priti iz sopare v svez, neonesnazen zrak, v to mestece, v gorah. uf. ena stran - noro, druga... se zacnes zavedat, kaj vse je bilo poprej tukaj, preden niso prisli anglezi in pogradili celotno zadevo. hise sredi gozdov, sredi vzpetine. sredi 2000 metrov.
in potem, se peljes in zagledas fancy, bogate hiske ter na drugi strani komaj stojece barake, ljudi iz mlak. toliko toliko kontra kontra perspektiv, da te obrne, iz ene smeri v drugo.
in.. kljub tridnevnem potovanju z vlakom, sem danes zjutraj, bila polna energije. otroci okoli mene in potem tiste prstne igrce, katere so vedno lahke za naucit in uzivat. toliko iskrenih, temnih oci, katere bi clovek vedno opazoval in skusal najti drobce, drobce notranjosti.
veliko reci me se caka, veliko reci je za mano. veliko misli na dom in prijatelje, na svet, dalec, tam v evropi. vedno sta dve strani, dve strani, ki ti bosta gradili obcutke, pozitivne in negativne.
ciljam predvsem za pozitivo.
na hitro. letim, v mraz in nova dozivetja.

poljubov

po dolgem času...

Že dolgo me ni bilo tukaj.
V vsem tem umesnem času se je toliko reči zgodilo. Tista resnica, ki je bila kao "baje", se je uresničila, tako da sem bila v Sloveniji, kjer sem preživela zelo kratek, a lep čas. S Kamalom sva se mela super (fotke). Meeting in poučevanje + obisk na gimnaziji Brežice je del neverjetno noro dobro! :)
Pa videti familijo pa tiste male nečake in nečakinjo, ki so neverjetno zrastli v tistem malem časovnem obdobju, ko me ni bilo doma. Pa videti mamico, nasmejano, samo da me vidi za pol urce in da me lahko drži v naročju. Se sliši otročje?
Sedela sem ji na kolenih. In me prav nič ni sram tega povedati na glas. Ja, stara sem 20, pa kaj? :)
Sicer nisem spila Eline kavice v Malvi, ampak sem lahko bila zopet del tistega petka, Malvinega petka. Kar mi je bilo zakon. Pa vidla sem ljube, tiste moje ljube ljudi, ki mi bodo vedno prišli na misel, kjerkoli bom.
Pa v MCju sem bila, kjer sem stisnila vse, ki so mi na pot prišli. Pa z Nastjo sem poslušala komade od Marshmallow.
V glavnem, vse mi je nekako ratalo, čeprav si še vedno zamerim, da nisem preživela več časa s tistimi malimi gelipterji doma, da nisem preživela več časa DOMA.
Ta čas, vedno ga je premalo! ;)
Pa gledanje Slovenskega filma s Kajo in Marinčem pa ob enem soočanje s tem, da je mačka v isti sobi, kot jaz (kar se je HVALA BOGU izteklo v redu! Obe sva preživeli..)..
Pa sedenje v parku, pred odhodom na vlak, brez misli v glavi, brez ovir in sanj in realnosti in ničesar, kar bi me moralo skrbeti ali pa težiti. Pa s solzami, da spet grem in s smehom, da komaj čakam, da grem...

Ko sem prišla domov, je italijanka Luisa rekla: "Ana, kaj je s tabo. Nisi nič družabna, se samo v sobi zadržuješ."
Nisem vedla, kaj ji naj odgovorim.
Sedaj je boljše.
Kakor je bilo lepo v Sloveniji, je bilo tako tako tako lepo pridet nazaj, med te norce tukaj. In kakor nisem znala tega povedati njej, sem povedala vsaj sama sebi.

Trenutno imamo OPEN HOUSE, tko da bo prišlo nekaj novega folka, tako da se bomo spet pozdravljal pa rokoval pa spraševal: "Zakaj bi pa ti rad/a prišel/a k DNSu?"
Med tem se dogajajo vize pa rukzaki pa planiranje pa karte pa zemljevidi pa budget pa .. PA PA PA!

1. novembra odidem. Nobeden iz moje skupine še ne dojema. Mislim, da bo kmalu začelo škripat, ko se bomo mogli spakirat pa ko bodo vize in karte in passporte v rokah.
Tist moment smo rekli, da bomo fotkali. ;)

Drugače pa.. mam zdej obdobje Tinkare Kovač.
Če si lahko, poslušajte komad iz plate Aqa, Freedom.
Navdihuje in prevzema.
Grem malo športat. Sem ratala totalno pasivna, ker mi ni treba več iz Oštrca v Kostanjevico peš hodit. :)

In se oglasim. Če ne prej, iz Azije. Iz tam bom probala čimbolj updejtat.
Naj se trese!

;)

meeting

na GIMNAZIJI BR, Kamal z razredom na uri francoščine

kebab je kul, dokler ne dobiš prijave, da imaš mogoče ilegalca ob sebi (od dveh oseb!!!!!!!!!!!)
zopet kamal in prof.
francoz tom, Leticia iz Poljske in js
kjut fotka

moje rumeno kolo

evo, pa pripenjam fotko mene in mojega rumene, najlepšega kolesa. ;) pa še nekaj fotk iz bowlinga včeraj... pa tako.
danes sem klicala domov, da zaželim mojemu nečaku, gašperju, vse najboljše. tamali je začel šprehat angleško. tako sem bila vesela.
kakorkoli že, smo malo kramljali z domačimi, sem prav lahko slišala, kako je mamici iz srca padel velik kamen, da me bo lahko videla, preden odhitim za štiri mesece na drug konec sveta.
tako se je smehljala, so me imeli na speakerju, tako da sem donela (baje) po celi hiši. in potem začne mamica razlagat, kako je šla stara mama k frizerju, crkvali smo od smeha.. :P
sm kar malo vesela, da obstaja ta napredna tehnologija, da ti malo omogoči, da se vsaj virtualno dotakneš ljudi, ki jih ne moreš videti oziroma je med razmerji krajevna distanca.
drugače pa, prvi oktober prinaša veliko in še več. priprave na azijo pa open house vikend pa cepljenja pa šoping za rukzake, spalke pa plan za slovenijo pa predstavitev potovalne knjige.. pa u u u .. :)
zaenkrat me še ne daje potovalna mrzlica, ampak mislim, da bo kmalu prišla, ko bo kake dva dni pred odhodom, še ne spakiran rukzak pa evforija v zraku.
uf.

se še kaj oglasim.

slikce:

z aminom, rune in medsom na bowlingu, glavno, da je bilo moje bowling ime PINCOLIC ;)

moji čevlji in aminovi čevlji ;) štos! :)
s stevenom (kolesarjenje ;)
luisa in js v kinu (batman)
;) čakanje, da se wcji spraznejo :P
al pa če ne bi mela fršlus odprt :)

Kolo, muzika in dom

Pridem v Slovenijo malo grozdje nabirat! :) :)

Kakorkoli že, našla sem neki, kar me je začelo razveseljevati. Prvo kot prvo, sem začela voziti kolo. Tukaj po Tvindu, skos dirkam naokoli in mi sede. Dvakrat sem šla že v mesto in danes od petih do pol sedmih se grem samo peljati. Neverjetno vreme je in butasta bi bila, da bi ga zabluzila pred računalnikom. Tukej na Danskem so lepi dnevi zelo zelo cenjena redkost! :) Motivacija, da se okol furam s KOLESOM (baš je to nekaj novega!) je ta, da imam najbolj fancy kolo v Tvindu, ki je prilagojeno moji višini, je rumene (pozitivne) barve in prenešen direktno s Kitajske, z avionom. Zgodba? :)
Joschka, model iz četrtega letnika je sedaj v Braziliji, se je šu žent pa tam tudi opravlja svoj "make a difference year", ki je v sklopu četrtega letnika.
V prvem letniku je imel za punco kitajko, ki ga je v drugem letniku prišla obiskat in mu je v rukzaku prinesla kolo. Si predstavljate?
U glavnem, ta bajk je zakon. Bom ga slikala danes in pripnem fotko! :)
Za stare in mlade, sedež je totalno udoben in se ga lahko da gor gor ali pa res dol dol. Ker ponavadi imam probleme se vozit, morm se vedno nagibat, da dosežem pedale, kljub temu, da je zic recimo čist dol ;) To sem mela predvsem, ko sem bila v Amsterdamu. Sem mela čist razčefukano rit, tko da.. :) U glavnem, bom slikala! :)

Druga stvar, ki me je začela zanimat in katere sem se že lotila, je, pisanje pesmi. Pesmi, ki se jih bo dalo PETI. Zžicala sem en program, ki sicer nima beatov, ampak lahko nasnemavam in urejam, kar mi je kul, tako da sem zdej že par idej naredila. Motivacija gre predvsem glede celotne skupine, ker mamo tok posameznikov, ki bi ustvarjali in bi radi, da ustvarjamo.. Tako da sem se spravila narediti nekaj podlage. In mi je všeč. Všeč mi je prebiti prosti čas s takimi rečmi. Pa že po malem času sem začela opazovati, kako pozorna sem, ko recimo glasbo poslušam, kakšne so linije vokala, poudarki, konci in začetki. Ne vem, se mi zdi, da na tak način nikoli nisem poslušala. Poleg tega bi rada poglobila svoje razmišljanje, dojemanje. Rada bi spravila v text sporočilo in ob enem občutke. Angleščina mi to (čudno!) omogoča.

Tretja zadeva je, da pridem domov, za sicer 2 polna dneva (pridem 9.10. v večernih urah, 10.10. - doma, 11.10. Ljubljana:) En dan sem cel dan doma, v Kostanjevici in okolici. Predvsem pa doma, s familijo. Sem pred parimi meseci mela frende na prvem mestu, ampak potem, ko si nekje drugje, vidiš, da pogrešaš vse, ampak najbolj domače. Preveč direktna? :)
Plan je, da ta dan uživam, da grem na gimnazijo med glavnim odmorom in malo promoviram naokoli (Kamal, mali črnček iz tretjega letnika pride tudi z menoj), ter itak, vidim ljudi, jih vsaj objamem. Drugi plan je tudi, da zadiham vonj Kostanjeviškega otoka in da spijem kavico v MCju Brežice. Tretji plan je it na koncert. Četrti plan je videti nečake, mamico, atika, brate, staro mamo... ter z njimi prebiti par uric. Objeti Blažko in jo polupčkati, jokati na mamicinih ramenih in se smejati stari maminim foram. Prečekirat, če Malva še stoji :)
Malo veliko planov, ampak vse bom izvedla. Tako da, če mi kaj ne rata, če na nekoga nenamerno pozabim, ne zamerit. Eden dan je eden dan. Prednost bo vedno familija.
Kamal v petek v popoldanskih urah že leti proti Ljubljani, tako da se jo naužije po svoje, na svoj način. Jaz ostanem zvečer doma ter letim za njem v soboto, v jutranjih urah. Promocija, Prešerc, knjižnjice, servisi.. in popoldan predstavitev.
Tuf, pa spet izgine dan! V nedeljo ob poldne, vlak nazaj, za Dansko.
Neverjetno kratko, a pomensko! Komaj čakam!

team building

jst in lisi (austria)

tjaša se je naučila žonglirat
naš plac, terasa pred common hall

oranžna, a drugačna.

prav ne vem, kje naj začnem in kaj naj povem.
;)

pa sem spet tiho pa spet neč ne napišem.. jauzs. ;)

toliko reči bi povedala, pa nihče ne bo razumel, ker ni tukaj.
pišem članek za maturantko in kostanjeviške novice.. o študiju, katerega sem del, tako da si bo folk bolj predstavljal. pišem ga že kakšna dva tedna z vmesnimi prekinitvami.. pa ga še kr nism spacala. toliko reči imam v glavi, dati na papir je druga spika.

toliko reči se mi je že zgodilo v tem malem in drobnem in kratkem obdobju. štiri mesece sem sedaj tukaj, malo več. pa sem že toliko pridobila. mi je rekel nekdo: "ko si bila doma, sem vidla, da nisi bila doma. že takrat si bila spremenjena." ma ja, spreminjam se. že sama po sebi vidim. prvi koraki se kažejo v malih rečeh, rečeh, ki jih nikoli nisem počela in pokazala interes, da bi vedela več ali pridobila zmožnost, da se soočim in da vem.
banalni primeri so: kritični esej o skupini, delovanju skupine in leaderke, ki nas ima, z načinom, ki je bil jasen in ni bil samo BLUZENJE, brezbesednost. esej, ki je vzel dih skupini in ki je bil prvi izmed prvih, ki je pokazal, da neki ni prav in da mormo vsi uložit v zadevo, da bo prav, izboljšala sem angleščino, vsakodnevno pristopim do zemljevida sveta in skušam najti kotičke, o katerih mi je nekdo pripovedoval, pa si niti sanjala nisem, kje so, začela sem se zanimati za zgodovino svoje države in prihodnosti sveta, o globalnem segrevanju, začela sem brskati po internetu o ljudeh, o katerih nisem nikoli prej slišala (castro, mandela, king, dzinkis kahn, confucij..), začela sem drugače gledati na muslimane in njihovo kulturo, na "islamski terorizem", začela sem sanjati o tem, da bi obiskala iran, sirijo, comoro otoke namesto new yorka, las vegasa in havajev. vadim nemščino in dajem priložnosti novim jezikom: danščina, portugalščina, italijanščina in španščina, čičeva. začela sem reagirat, ko treba reagirat in pomagat, ko treba pomagat.
od kar sem tukaj, sem začela biti bolj pozorna na reči, ki sem jih prej puščala vsepovsod za sabo in so jih drugi pospravljali. nehala sem tratit denar za stvari, ki jih ne potrebujem. odvajam se materializma in nasploh, šopingiranja. kaj je to?
...male reči... ki so za neko minuto nepomembne, a za celotno prihajoče obdobje, več kot pomembne.

in ko bom šla domov, bom vesela, kako bom vesela. da bom objela nečake in mamo, ter poljubila staro mamo na lice. še vedno mala ana, tista, ki je pela pri marshmallow in špilala v godbi v kostanjevici. ki je mela obdobje oranžne in ki zgleda "kot pob".
sam ne glede na to, se bo videlo, da je oranžna ostala, sicer brez iste glasbe in melodije.. a vendar. oranžna seka.

pravkar poslušam posnetke marshmallow. ki smo jih posneli preden sem šla na dansko. uf. kot da je bilo včeraj. v živo se spomnem.
in ko sem pela z netotom zombie, tukaj, v tvindu, sem čutila toliko, kot že dolgo ne. ko je folk ploskal pa kričal in spet tisti filing, da se ti nekdo "pokloni".

baje je naša skupina, dns 2008 glasbena in umetniška skupina. jaz pojem, neto igra kitaro, julka igra kitaro, theresa igra klavir, amin in max delata muziko, steven igra kitaro, dela muziko in se je z njo preživljal, christian je žongler, theresa in steven sta ognjena bojevnika..
vse to.. je še en dokaz. da glasba ostaja. oktobra začnemo. ;)

no, pa sem nekaj reči napisala. sam odpret se more.
pozdravček z danske. je že skoraj noč pa je ura osem. čudno ;)

oglasite se kej.


Ana

še dva meseca

in letim v AZIJO! ;)

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jaa, koncno. prvi, zato, ker jih vec ne morm imet. bolelo je malce bolj k tatoo, sam ni trajal tolk dolgo :)

eden, MOJ. cist vesela.

cist je kratki pa tak k mali drekec ampak sm vesela. kmalu bom nanjga obesila kaksno zareco figurico, tako da bo se bolj viden. vesela sem.

naredila mi ga je ena deklica, ki je sprva nisem marala, je iz CARE homea, tukaj iz tvinda.. sedaj mi je totalno prirasla k srcku in smo se zmenile.. med pogovorom sem opazila, kako jo je primarna socializacija zjebala, kako ji je otrostvo nalozilo grba, s katerih bo stezka sla skozi. od tega, da ne mara praznovati rojstnega dne, novega leta in bozica. praznikov, ki so v nasih, druzinskih oceh, nekaj najlepsega. pred enim tednom, sem bila na njenem praznovanju rojstnega dne in nisem razumela, nisem razumela, zakaj noce, da ji pojemo rojstnodnevno voscilo happy birthday.. nisem razumela, da ni spustila tistega ogromnega, preogromnega smehljaja, ko je prejela darila svojih, naokoli.

sedaj pocasi dojemam.

tiste sledi, preteklosti, cloveka nevede tako vzamejo in ga naredijo nespecega, in ves tisti jok doma, tista sienergija, ko noces prisiljenega smeha in prisiljene druzinske vecerje, ker ves, v globini, da ni realna, da ni iz srca in ljubezni. baje je bila pred letom dni deklica, brez volje do zivljenja. njene roke so se danes popolnoma oglodane in prerezane. ce se dotaknes njene koze, je hrapava in polna vdolbin oziroma crt. baje ni hodila iz hise, ni govorila, ni jedla.
kljub temu, da se se vedno nekoliko opazi, da temno gleda, je zakon punca. nora na vojaske reci, zivali, glasbo. nora na balone in potovanja. dojemanja s potovanji.. ravno danes mi je rekla, da jo je malawi v afriki nekako prevrnil naokoli. in da je rim mesto neverjetnih reci.
...in ko jo vidis, kako se smehlja s svojimi sosolci, tukaj v tvindu, ti srcek igra, igra, ker stoji na poti, iz katere se bo pocasi in postopoma povlekla vn in zacela LJUBITI.
ta plac tukaj dela cudeze. marsikdo tega ne verjame, vse tiste reci o tvindu in en vem kaksni pretekosti.. ki jih ljudje govorijo naokoli.. te reci so ponavadi izrecene od ljudi, ki nikoli tukaj sploh niso bili. ki niso zacutila tvindovskega zracnega vala in pozitivnosti.. ce se se bolj specificiram: DEJANJ.

manipulacija medijev. wuf.

anyway, kaj mi je naredila tanja?
ugibajte! :)

:)

čarobna hiška

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danes bom prilepila fotke hiške, ki smo jo z grupo barvali spomladi. nakkebolle je bila prva naloga. prvi izziv, ob katerem sem se spotaknila ob rečeh, o katerih si niti sanjati nisem drznila. ;)
v TEM čarobnem placu se je rodila čarobna hišica. nazadnje, ko sem bila na "building weekendu", smo jo s prvotno ekipo (ki jo je barvala;) obiskali (in jedli sladoled z Gunarjem;) in skoraj dol padli. STO let stara hišica izgleda kot iz škatlice. polna spominov, polna afrike in melanholij afriške kulture, polna spominov in dejanj, ki sta jih ustvarila v Afriki... polna kokošk in fotografij otroštva, družine, prijateljev. z odprtimi usti in brez besed. tiho, a ponosni nase, ponosni na tisto stopnišče, okna, vrata, tapete. pšššš.

program drugega letnika, tukaj na DNS je teacher training na eni izmed tvind šol po danski. definitivno grem v nakkebolle. se naučim wind-surfat, naučim danščine, naučim pravilno plavat, naučim, kako obdržat energijo med otroci, ki ti jo samo vzemajo.. naučim razumeti in učim.. nakkebolle.

se še kaj javim.

nasproti vhodnih vrat...

vhodna vrata (tjaša se je pošteno jebala z njimi ;)

njuna spalnica (okna in omara so stara 100 LET!)

oltarček.. pozabila iz kod..

spomini...

stopnišče (noro...)

žena od gunarja je obsedena s kokoškami.. vsaka ima v ozadju zgodbo. recimo talele, kdo ugane iz kot je? povežite estetiko... ? ;)

..nemčija.. ;) ;) kok smo se na to narežali.. ;)

cela zbirka kokošk iz vsepovsod po svetu...

soba za goste.

soba za goste..

njuna postelja, ki jo je porisala gunarjeva mama daleč nazaj...

kuhinja z raznimi okraski iz vsepovsod..

jedilnica. približaj predale. vse ročno delo.

delovna soba gunarjeve žene inge..

še enkrat kokoške.. ;)

tjaša, boris in gunar.. noč, treba spat.. ;)

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posnetki so nared

Aaa!

BOŽANSKO!

Navdušena!


...daj odpelji me čez rob... ;)

že dolgo ne ;)

(don't be scared;)

Evo me, končno. ;)
Zaenkrat smo vmes! Prvi mesec bo kmalu mimo in toliko stvari se je že zgodilo. Sploh nimam časa viseti na internetu, ker je vsako minuto neki za nardit. Al so meetingi ali je pohištvo ali so plani ali je muska, ali je cigaretek in druženje... Vedno pride neki vmes, kar te odvrne od moderne tehnologije. Po eni strani zakon. ;) Po drugi, zanemarjanje prijateljev, domačih. Vedno more ena stran enmal trpet, ha?
Pripenjam slikce iz prvih dni skupaj s skupino. Iz building weekenda, ostalih reči, pride v ponedeljek, ko spet začnem delat v promoušn officu. Torej tavžnt ur na kompjutru. ;)
In aja, Primož z Marshmallow mi je sporočil, da so posnetki vendarle na red; torej zmiksani. Komaj čakam, da jih slišim. Že 4 mesece je tega, kar smo snemali.. Čas gre nenormalno hitro.
Ko jih dobim, jih delim ;)


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