I called my granny from Graz. It looks like she was really happy about it: “Oh, my dear Kasia! – she said the moment she had heard me – all the best for your namesday! I wish you have your mind back on its place soon and not continue this crazy trip” – sounded her first sentence.
I myself hope my mind will not be back still for some time though!
Malte is a DJ. He studies sustainable urban development – that is how to plan the city’s development in order to make it develop more sustainably economical- and socialwise. That simply means – more people-friendly. He currently focuses on co-working issue, a really cool concept, quite close to me at the moment although I have only once worked in a co-working place (maybe you remember, it was in Krakow, late July, and I was writing there a scenario to the video promoting this trip – wow, that was light years ago!). Continue reading “Graz with Malte & Alex”
I wish I could show you this way from Hartberg to Graz.. But I cannot. I took a few pictures with my telephone, but the picture taken with a telephone is not the same as the picture taken with a proper camera. Those mountains that prostrate and force you to stop every mountain at least five times. The steaming hot tea, because when there is -1 Celcius degree, the tea evaporates like crazy. This moment when I had to pause, becasue I just realized that I simply don’t feel my toes, so actually I guess I should stop and try to warm them up with my hands if the trekking socks and trekkings shoes don’t work well enough at the moment. This moment of happiness when I reached the nameplate “Graz” (ok, it was not sooo difficult) and it happened for the first time to do it so early (14.00!) and I could take the photo for the first time in the last many days.
The one day I’ve spent in Ternitz was terribly lazy. I was as lazy as I only could! Ok, maybe not that much – I have eventually written one text and I kept speaking German (almost) all the time, which – after many years of not using it at all, was quite intellectual fun. On the other hand – I kept sleeping, falling asleep and walking sleeping with eyes wide open. Yes, the volunteering, a few sleepless nights, early morning – they all resulted in here.
It was really difficult to leave. Really. I guess it was the first time when I really didn’t want to leave. I tried to recall how it felt like when I was leaving Warsaw and I remembered it was also not easy. But back then it helped that there was no one saying goodbye the moment I was leaving. I managed to say goodbye earlier to all my friends so I could only concentrate on myself. The only thing I had ahead was an adventure – the taste of which I didn’t know yet. That was Warsaw.
Yesterday – I alredy knew what was out there. And during those 2,5 weeks of work for the refugee center I really got involved – with the refugees themselves, with the stuff, with another volunteers. The refugee house was a bit of my house during that time. The place I kind of belonged to.
So there must have been tears. I haven’t managed not to cry. Who knows me – knows that.
You can’t say how happy you are when a friend visits you. You really can’t.
This is Sandra:
We met last Wednesday. Two days later she invited me to spend the weekend with her and her family at the Austrian countryside. She probably didn’t know how much it meant for me.
Friday was the most shitty day since I started cycling. And no, there was no particular reason to make me feel such a way. Maybe it was becasue of the physical exhaustion? Maybe because I felt lonely for a longer time already and I suddenly didn’t have any more energy to struggle it on my own? Maybe I just simply needed to spend time with someone and not to be stuck in the 200 or 300 square meters of a yoga studio on my own? I can bless the space I’m having now, but I was not able to feel blessed back then. So Sandra came as kind of a saviour to me. My personal angel for a while.
Continue reading “Obernondorf (Austria) with Sandra & her dad”
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