The face in the window
fragile, sad and so empty.
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4 August 2014
The princess
Written for my husband. I even don't know why... ;)
in the faraway land where we met
where my eyes met yours I keep coming back
to find you again my love my wife
to pretend you are still here my dear
What am I good for?
I have a problem and I, for the world, do not know what to do about it.
Few times in my life I happened to be very low on cash. I had money for a month only but somehow I did not seem to worry about it too much. Somehow, I'll make it through. And I always had. However, for the first time I am really worried about my finances.
You see, I would not call myself a greedy woman. No, in fact I think money change character; too little money makes you miserable, too much money makes you greedy. I think money is no good for us and the way I see it, it has always been just a necessary means of survival, just a social norm. So why on earth am I worried this time?
I became annoyed, count every single penny, and most of all, each day I cry because I don't know what to do next. Would I be able to find some sort of income soon? A job? A little something on the side?
The circumstances are a bit different this time though. I am responsible for one more person; for my husband. So firstly, I think this is why I am being so overly sensitive (it's not anymore about me being hungry, it's about getting food for a person I hold most dear ) and secondly, well to tell you the truth: I did try to earn some money and I was not as lucky as my other half who, let's be honest, puts sooo much less effort into it (I am referring to the selling part of course.. he actually makes all the stuff) but due to his karma, goodness, looks or who knows what, sells simple stuff for a very good price! Why the heck is he so lucky?? Of course, I am happy at least one of us keeps the family alive, but candidly... I feel as if I failed. I promised myself I will get the income for us but I am not able to. Moreover I am way much better businessperson as he is; yet I am not lucky. One more reason for my frustration is that all this is only reminding me how much would it be better if only I possessed some skills: I can't play any musical instrument, I can't do macrame, sew, make bracelets, carve coconuts or god knows what else my husband is capable of!
The worst part is that he is not aware of his talents (or better to say how easy would it be to make the cash out of it). Anyway, I wrote this post because I have too many questions and no answers. Is there anything I could do better? (of course there is! There always is. But what?!?)
Few times in my life I happened to be very low on cash. I had money for a month only but somehow I did not seem to worry about it too much. Somehow, I'll make it through. And I always had. However, for the first time I am really worried about my finances.
You see, I would not call myself a greedy woman. No, in fact I think money change character; too little money makes you miserable, too much money makes you greedy. I think money is no good for us and the way I see it, it has always been just a necessary means of survival, just a social norm. So why on earth am I worried this time?
I became annoyed, count every single penny, and most of all, each day I cry because I don't know what to do next. Would I be able to find some sort of income soon? A job? A little something on the side?
The circumstances are a bit different this time though. I am responsible for one more person; for my husband. So firstly, I think this is why I am being so overly sensitive (it's not anymore about me being hungry, it's about getting food for a person I hold most dear ) and secondly, well to tell you the truth: I did try to earn some money and I was not as lucky as my other half who, let's be honest, puts sooo much less effort into it (I am referring to the selling part of course.. he actually makes all the stuff) but due to his karma, goodness, looks or who knows what, sells simple stuff for a very good price! Why the heck is he so lucky?? Of course, I am happy at least one of us keeps the family alive, but candidly... I feel as if I failed. I promised myself I will get the income for us but I am not able to. Moreover I am way much better businessperson as he is; yet I am not lucky. One more reason for my frustration is that all this is only reminding me how much would it be better if only I possessed some skills: I can't play any musical instrument, I can't do macrame, sew, make bracelets, carve coconuts or god knows what else my husband is capable of!
The worst part is that he is not aware of his talents (or better to say how easy would it be to make the cash out of it). Anyway, I wrote this post because I have too many questions and no answers. Is there anything I could do better? (of course there is! There always is. But what?!?)
4 June 2014
The 'best' job ever
I am a bra fitter.
And it's not such a cool job as everyone thinks. Especially guys. Whenever I say what I do for living, their first responses are (in this order): 1. jaw dropped 2. woooow 3. “So you get to touch boobs everyday? Cool!” .
And it's not such a cool job as everyone thinks. Especially guys. Whenever I say what I do for living, their first responses are (in this order): 1. jaw dropped 2. woooow 3. “So you get to touch boobs everyday? Cool!” .
27 January 2014
CHAPTER FOUR
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| The blue city |
I loved being in Chefchaouen. We met some travelers and hanged out with them in our hotel. I talked mainly with two guys who I found absolutely intriguing. You see, travelers are a weird species. They comprehend life differently; they loose the touch with the real world and then they create their own. I guess they are trying to find the happiness. But what is the happiness? Isn't it just the actual journey we are taking to achieve the ultimate well-being?
CHAPTER THREE
Akchour
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| Akchour |
We traveled through few cities; in this order: Casablanca, Rabat, Sidi Slimane, Chefchaouen, Akchour, Nador, Fes, Meknes, Rissani, Merzouga, Marrakesh and Casablanca again. Sometimes we traveled with Amine and Oussama, sometimes on our own. The experiences were amazing, memories were incredible and vast.
When Amine said we are going trekking I didn't take him seriously. I had my snickers, remember? And when he showed me the pictures from the place we are going to I got cold feet. Shit. I really need shoes. Shit. I can't even hike, what the hell am I doing in here?
At the end it was alright. I certainly had lots of fun with the group. We did only about two hours long trek to the waterfall and another two back. The waterfall was, well, a waterfall. I liked it, but was too tired to enjoy it. And I was cold. And tired.
When Amine said we are going trekking I didn't take him seriously. I had my snickers, remember? And when he showed me the pictures from the place we are going to I got cold feet. Shit. I really need shoes. Shit. I can't even hike, what the hell am I doing in here?
At the end it was alright. I certainly had lots of fun with the group. We did only about two hours long trek to the waterfall and another two back. The waterfall was, well, a waterfall. I liked it, but was too tired to enjoy it. And I was cold. And tired.
23 January 2014
I am rich. Because I travel.
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| Prepare to get dirty |
Backpacking – the cheapest, but also the most dangerous way of traveling.
People often ask me how can I afford to travel so often and whether I'm rich. I am rich indeed. I am rich with experiences, memories and new friendships.
I am very surprised that my friends think I am a big traveler. Maybe comparing to them I do travel a lot, and even though I don't think I'm visiting very exotic countries I suppose I am doing exotic stuff there. I'm meeting locals, I am taking the dodgiest and cheapest buses, I talk to people on the street, I eat with families. Not everyone does this.
People often ask me how can I afford to travel so often and whether I'm rich. I am rich indeed. I am rich with experiences, memories and new friendships.
I am very surprised that my friends think I am a big traveler. Maybe comparing to them I do travel a lot, and even though I don't think I'm visiting very exotic countries I suppose I am doing exotic stuff there. I'm meeting locals, I am taking the dodgiest and cheapest buses, I talk to people on the street, I eat with families. Not everyone does this.
7 January 2014
CHAPTER ONE
Up in the air again Woke up at 5.30am to take an early flight yet to another destination. Coffee, hangover, excitement, and a bag of smelly clothes. Yet another great trip in front of me, yet another eventful day.
You know that feeling when you suddenly get very scared because your life is in a great danger and you get this rush of an adrenaline in your blood. I feel similarly; I feel a travel adrenaline, as if high on drugs. I'm high on excitement. I lost the feeling in my finger tips; I stroke my hair but cannot sense it. I am not cold, I don't mind the rising sun behind the aircraft's window bothering my eyes. I am not tired and I don't feel regret.
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