Demnitate

When does it help you and when does it hurt you?

The sound of tonight is silence.

Manos al aire

Conteaza atat de mult un pas. Orice pas pe care il faci, o miscare, oricat de mica. Le prezentam copiilor din Rusia un filmulet despre asta, iar una din replici era "If you move just 1 step every day, you move 365 steps forward every year. It's all about movement. All about action."

E usor sa plangi. Sa fii pierdut. Sa renunti si sa arunci armele. Sa dormi pana tarziu si sa spui ca tu n-ai avut noroc nici azi. Sa ai vise care se vor transforma in regrete de povestit ca invataminte la nepoti. De ce sa nu transformi visele in exemple demne de urmat? Si incepe cu un pas. Orice incepe cu un pas pe care il faci poate cu inima stransa, cu nesiguranta, cu emotie. Dar macar tu il faci. Si urmatorul la fel. Si chestia e ca nu ne dam seama de asta pana nu traim, pana nu facem noi pasul ala.

Asa ca va urez un pas bun astazi :)

Manos al aire - Nelly Furtado - dedicatie speciala pentru surorile A si R :))

Plane

I had never thought being back home would feel strange.

I'm back. And nothing is changed and that makes me a bit uncomfortable because maybe I've changed. I expected home to be just like this, just so familiar and warm and safe. But I never expected for me to feel strange. I have moments when I feel I'm not here, when I feel like "what? what am I doing here?". I have small habits that I know now I got from living abroad and on my own. And doing them here or just thinking them, makes me feel lost for a small moment. Jet-lag :) On my way home I was thinking about getting to my house and preparing a tea to warm up. I would have never thought that before. Small things that I brought with me, in me, from Russia. Small things that make me miss these last weeks, although I never though I would.

Taking everything as it comes.

The song: our already so popular and well known mister Jason Mraz

I don't wanna wait

First and last times... There's some magic thing around this moments.
We were kidding these days about our last old fashion Russian tea together, our last bus ride, our last school. Remembering our firsts. Our first laughs, fights, talks.

But I think it's what you put in between these first and last is what really matters. The first and last times are just design. The content is in between. The substance, the joy, the learning.

That's it for today. Leaving tomorrow. Last time in this wireless place :)