It is Halloween eve in Rotterdam. To me, it is also Deadline eve, so in an attempt to kick start my brain's creativity, I've retreated to a cosy Caffe and Pattisserie near my home, which carries an indescribable feeling of nostalgia in the air. I first came here 10 days ago, just after seeing Midnight in Paris, and the space was a real-life continuation of the film- it's like different times and spaces meet here, it is cosmopolitan, yet very local; it is big but it feels like each table is made just for you. It has that je ne sais quoi.
And they make the most unbelievable hot chocolate- served with a separate dish of whipped cream to dip. Mmm.
As I sit and try to organise my thoughts, on my left a gentleman sat. He must be around- let me look again- around 60. He ordered in Dutch and soon they brought him coffee and a slice of lemon cake. And as I see him read a newspaper, enjoy the cake and then wash down the slight zest with good coffee, I was overwhelmed with such warmth. Warmth, firstly, towards him, and an appreciation of age, a desire to be as calm and distinguished as he seems, when I am 60. To be able to afford to go out to a caffe on a monday evening for a slice of cake.
If you think about it, ultimately, all we ever want is in this picture. Health, enough means to live calmly, inner peace and a piece of cake. That is all I want for my 60th birthday.
Monday, 31 October 2011
Friday, 28 October 2011
Strangers
Don't pass up on the opportunity to talk to strangers- it will make you feel better than most other things.
Conversations with strangers tend to happen in casual places, while waiting for the train, in queues, waiting to get served in the pub. Maybe you notice, often enough, there is waiting involved, and why not make the best of it? Other times, it is because we are upset or happy about something, and people around us share the same feeling. I once had the case of going to my mobile provider and complaining about my phone's touch screen refusing to work, when a loud woman next to me was giving them a hard time. I asked, what phone do you have? HEr answer was no surprise- the same as mine!
I've learned that more often than we realise, people will experience very similar emotions to ours- be it frustration that the salesperson on the counter is too slow, or happiness that our team is winning, as we sip our beer in the pub. Even if we try, we cannot ignore that so much of our human behaviour follows the rules of psychology and to me, emracing it has made me friends. And another thing- ultimately, we probably all want food, shelter and companionship. This fact, combined with the fact that you are currently in the same place and time as someone else means that you already have so much in common, that a simple hi seems to be easiest thing to do. Last time I tried, I made a friend.
Conversations with strangers tend to happen in casual places, while waiting for the train, in queues, waiting to get served in the pub. Maybe you notice, often enough, there is waiting involved, and why not make the best of it? Other times, it is because we are upset or happy about something, and people around us share the same feeling. I once had the case of going to my mobile provider and complaining about my phone's touch screen refusing to work, when a loud woman next to me was giving them a hard time. I asked, what phone do you have? HEr answer was no surprise- the same as mine!
I've learned that more often than we realise, people will experience very similar emotions to ours- be it frustration that the salesperson on the counter is too slow, or happiness that our team is winning, as we sip our beer in the pub. Even if we try, we cannot ignore that so much of our human behaviour follows the rules of psychology and to me, emracing it has made me friends. And another thing- ultimately, we probably all want food, shelter and companionship. This fact, combined with the fact that you are currently in the same place and time as someone else means that you already have so much in common, that a simple hi seems to be easiest thing to do. Last time I tried, I made a friend.
Friday, 30 September 2011
toilets!
People spend an awful lot of time being negative about others- and the reason why I know this, is because I am one of those people. However, I don't believe it is all nearly as negative and hateful as we sometimes make it out to be.
Beauty and love for others can be found at the weirdest of places! And yes, to asnwer the question which you've been wondering about since you read the title, toilets are one of those places.
The beauty of life is found in toilets. How many times i've sat on the can, doing my business, and time and time again, i discover that I am seeing love right in front of me. By far, what people write about the most on the door of the loos, is "I love....", or "A+C= <3".
And these love letters are not a privilege of one country: they can be found equally as often in The Soak in Birmingham, in bars in Sofia, in bars in Brussels, in clubs in Holland, in restaurants in Ukraine!
I challenge you to notice them. If you have any pictures, I will post them here, too. And, i wonder, how many of you have already written such love letters, about your crush, your best friend, your partner?
Beauty and love for others can be found at the weirdest of places! And yes, to asnwer the question which you've been wondering about since you read the title, toilets are one of those places.
The beauty of life is found in toilets. How many times i've sat on the can, doing my business, and time and time again, i discover that I am seeing love right in front of me. By far, what people write about the most on the door of the loos, is "I love....", or "A+C= <3".
And these love letters are not a privilege of one country: they can be found equally as often in The Soak in Birmingham, in bars in Sofia, in bars in Brussels, in clubs in Holland, in restaurants in Ukraine!
I challenge you to notice them. If you have any pictures, I will post them here, too. And, i wonder, how many of you have already written such love letters, about your crush, your best friend, your partner?
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
Before you die
One thing you should do before you die, one among many things, is to go dancing- dance your heart out- so much so that you can't take a breath but you continue dancing! Going clubbing, where the music takes over and you're suddenly dancing on top of the bar, you're getting people cheering, you're getting free drinks, dancing with the bartender, throwing napkins (a new Dutch thing I discovered tonight), getting carried away... you have to do it at least once in your life.
It will give you the energy to carry on. I couldn't have had a better night.
Yours, and thank you for reading,
R.
It will give you the energy to carry on. I couldn't have had a better night.
Yours, and thank you for reading,
R.
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Bottles
It is just before 1 o'clock in the morning, D and I are sipping tea at home after coming back from a dinner party at a friends' home. We had a hearty, warm, bubbly time with another couple. As we sip pur Earl, I hear a noise. Upon seeing the reason for it, I call D to come see, it's exciting!
For the first time, I see the big truck which tips over the blue container and bottles of all shapes and colours pour on top of other bottles of various shapes and colours. They are recycling. I remember someone telling me that there was no point in recycling because everything goes to the same place, mixed up. In their face, wherever they are. The recycling truck was strangely charismatic, it carries symbolical power, and I invested a little bit of an emotional meaning in it too. As I saw it move down the street, I felt a strange comfort and my street suddlenly takes on human characteristics, at least to me- it is a clean, smiling, happy street.
For the first time, I see the big truck which tips over the blue container and bottles of all shapes and colours pour on top of other bottles of various shapes and colours. They are recycling. I remember someone telling me that there was no point in recycling because everything goes to the same place, mixed up. In their face, wherever they are. The recycling truck was strangely charismatic, it carries symbolical power, and I invested a little bit of an emotional meaning in it too. As I saw it move down the street, I felt a strange comfort and my street suddlenly takes on human characteristics, at least to me- it is a clean, smiling, happy street.
Monday, 1 August 2011
Families
My wife and I were enjoying a lovely time at a rock bar at the seaside. 12 shots for 5 euro. Or 10 lev. The sounds of familiar songs made the blood in our veins dance, our voices- sing out loud and our lips- smile.The singer was young, cheerful, and incredibly charming. The guitarist had a shaved head, smoking guitar moves and was clearly in a good mood, loving his job. Birdwatchers. Shots went in easy yet left us surprisingly unharmed.
The guitarist, inbetween songs introduced the girl, not older than 19, to be his daughter- Kremena. My reaction to this moment is one of respect and joy. Too many are the people around me who barely respect their parents, let alone speak to them. Families of people close to me are torn or in denial for reasons that should never have such power. Having had a close bond with my own father, I felt their connection to almost be personal to me, it reminded me of the voyages with my father to Albania,to the seaside, to Spain. Our similar take on life has always been clear and to see another relationship as close, one where they work together and smile so much in each other's company, that was something that put an unexpectedly memorable spin on the night.
And now, the new BLOG CHALLENGE- can you spot the WORD? Or can you give me a word, quircky enough, which I will include at a random place in one of the next articles?
The guitarist, inbetween songs introduced the girl, not older than 19, to be his daughter- Kremena. My reaction to this moment is one of respect and joy. Too many are the people around me who barely respect their parents, let alone speak to them. Families of people close to me are torn or in denial for reasons that should never have such power. Having had a close bond with my own father, I felt their connection to almost be personal to me, it reminded me of the voyages with my father to Albania,to the seaside, to Spain. Our similar take on life has always been clear and to see another relationship as close, one where they work together and smile so much in each other's company, that was something that put an unexpectedly memorable spin on the night.
And now, the new BLOG CHALLENGE- can you spot the WORD? Or can you give me a word, quircky enough, which I will include at a random place in one of the next articles?
Friday, 22 July 2011
tunes
My partner and I were having our first meal in Venice, where I had taken him for our 1st anniversary/his birthday. We were excited, in love and more importantly-hungry! As the waiter passed slyly between the tables, a song came up, I hummed and overheard him hum too. We both hummed the same tune. This is all I want to write about today. I felt an enormous connection with a person I had never met!
The connection that, while brief, was based on similarity of taste and emotion for a fraction of time at a same geographical place.This moment is the reason why I am more aware people around me- I now look for such seconds of similarity, they give one special joy, if you're "in tune" with these around you.
To put this in context, at this very moment, I am listening to Frank at 2 am...
The connection that, while brief, was based on similarity of taste and emotion for a fraction of time at a same geographical place.This moment is the reason why I am more aware people around me- I now look for such seconds of similarity, they give one special joy, if you're "in tune" with these around you.
To put this in context, at this very moment, I am listening to Frank at 2 am...
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