April, 26. early wake up, central station at 9 o'clock. 16+3 euros
ticket to airport. Dortmund-Riga in 2 hours. and only 32 hours for
living a life. and even in 32 hours it is possible to meet one of my
heartmade friends - citisent of Canada - living on the west coast of the
planet. it seems that I was a good girl these days, if karma gave
me such an impossible coincidence.
morning smoothly flowing into evening. airport again. airplane became taxi for a while. Belgium. Charlerior. and a night spent sleeping on a luggage boxes. 7 people. 1 night. it is just a begining.
only 2 of us left at 5 o'clock. one way ticket for 18 euros. Brusselles. this city means a lot for me. it was something special. he was very special. early breakfast, coffee on the jeans. late breakfast with him. the person, who was mine for a while. and the meeting is perfect. enough words, enough smiles. no strange looks. easy, like usual. and with the same attitude. but only for 2 hours. thank you, karma, again. i needed to let him go this way. smiling on the way back to airport. 2 hours of flight. Rome. fast and very hungry dinner. spaghetti pomodori e basilicum and parmigano. we meet other 5 wet and tired teammates. and we take a bus. 4 hours of sleep. Benevento. 2 italian guys take us with cars to San Giorgio del Sannio. our home for next 8 days. only 2 wishes - hot watter and bed.
morning. italian coffee and parma. I won't tell you about the weather. there is no weather. but there are people. great people. different people. suol people. italian people. i felt in love with them forever. the villagge with extraordinary mood. with special mood. the smell, the light, the sound - I feel goosebumps right now. pornfood for a dinner - peperùn 'mbuttunàt (peperoni imbottiti) in that very moment i felt in love (again) with italian food and from that moment I was always around cooking. the big and great "thank you" Mr Hatman and the Chef from ship for the greatest kitchen experiance. first evening - italian culture. tradicional music, dances and the witches history. night. stars. fountain. candles. nutsliquer. whisper -
Sotto l'acqua
Sotto il vento
Sotto il noce di Benevento.
the excercises already known. i made them before, but with other people and on the other ground. strangers everyone, everyone different, but excercises opened first our eyes, then our hearts.
next evening is dedicated to good music, good mood and dances. streets of Benevento. Buko bar. "I wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate" memories play in my mind.
extra early wake up. on hour car ride and we are in moutains. 800 m over the sea. that was amazing. incredibble. only you and grace of mountins. there were nothing else. no time. no words to explain that feeling. the feeling of freedom. shimmer in the morning, sun during the day, sunset. and our own italian appartament for 2 days. crazy dances and the Dino fairytale. headakes, fever - but italian wind took it all. alive. I am alive. burned skin and tons of icecream at the 2.nd day. wonderfull view on the way back.
croissant breakfast. coffee. there are no numbers, dates. time is not exist. forsa si forsa no. life is joy. sweet talks. running our small town with handmade drums, sounds and smiles.
bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao...
extream heartbeat. dictionary is full of new italian words and gestures. first taste of italian pizza. goods from Latvia and Lithuenia for dinner, brainstorming, and dances dances..
last day. conclusion. experianced and thankful. last night. a lot of emotions. last hours in kitchen, pizza, tiramisu and unexpecticly harmed knee.. ambulance, ice, pillows. and now we realised, that we already are a great and big family. la famiglia. sofa under the moonlight, guitar, songs. now I have the secret . night with no sleep. at 5 o'clock we need to be ready to go to realway station. we are leaving these walls, the building. 15 minutes long way to the station. Benevento. sweet goodbyes.
1 hour train trip - Neapole. only for 1 hour. blood, dirty bathroom, bad mood. 4 hours train trim with 300 km/h speed.11 am. Milan. the capital of trends, fashion and brends. that't true.everyone looks like top model. no exceptions. you take it or you leave. pigeons, half-nacked football playeres. arch, sunset. walking with luggage all this time, because there is the Milano prisetags everywhere. 00:00 and 5 euros. 30 nimutes way. and 7 hours in another airport. cold and hungry night surviving. this time no luggage boxes - flor and towels. plane. 2 hours. we are in Riga.
and then another story begins. thanks for the taste, smell, pictures and sounds.
I will never forget.
Always Yours, me - J.
morning smoothly flowing into evening. airport again. airplane became taxi for a while. Belgium. Charlerior. and a night spent sleeping on a luggage boxes. 7 people. 1 night. it is just a begining.
only 2 of us left at 5 o'clock. one way ticket for 18 euros. Brusselles. this city means a lot for me. it was something special. he was very special. early breakfast, coffee on the jeans. late breakfast with him. the person, who was mine for a while. and the meeting is perfect. enough words, enough smiles. no strange looks. easy, like usual. and with the same attitude. but only for 2 hours. thank you, karma, again. i needed to let him go this way. smiling on the way back to airport. 2 hours of flight. Rome. fast and very hungry dinner. spaghetti pomodori e basilicum and parmigano. we meet other 5 wet and tired teammates. and we take a bus. 4 hours of sleep. Benevento. 2 italian guys take us with cars to San Giorgio del Sannio. our home for next 8 days. only 2 wishes - hot watter and bed.
morning. italian coffee and parma. I won't tell you about the weather. there is no weather. but there are people. great people. different people. suol people. italian people. i felt in love with them forever. the villagge with extraordinary mood. with special mood. the smell, the light, the sound - I feel goosebumps right now. pornfood for a dinner - peperùn 'mbuttunàt (peperoni imbottiti) in that very moment i felt in love (again) with italian food and from that moment I was always around cooking. the big and great "thank you" Mr Hatman and the Chef from ship for the greatest kitchen experiance. first evening - italian culture. tradicional music, dances and the witches history. night. stars. fountain. candles. nutsliquer. whisper -
Sotto l'acqua
Sotto il vento
Sotto il noce di Benevento.
 |
| my Ukassio Lukassio |
the excercises already known. i made them before, but with other people and on the other ground. strangers everyone, everyone different, but excercises opened first our eyes, then our hearts.
next evening is dedicated to good music, good mood and dances. streets of Benevento. Buko bar. "I wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate" memories play in my mind.
extra early wake up. on hour car ride and we are in moutains. 800 m over the sea. that was amazing. incredibble. only you and grace of mountins. there were nothing else. no time. no words to explain that feeling. the feeling of freedom. shimmer in the morning, sun during the day, sunset. and our own italian appartament for 2 days. crazy dances and the Dino fairytale. headakes, fever - but italian wind took it all. alive. I am alive. burned skin and tons of icecream at the 2.nd day. wonderfull view on the way back.
croissant breakfast. coffee. there are no numbers, dates. time is not exist. forsa si forsa no. life is joy. sweet talks. running our small town with handmade drums, sounds and smiles.
bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao...
extream heartbeat. dictionary is full of new italian words and gestures. first taste of italian pizza. goods from Latvia and Lithuenia for dinner, brainstorming, and dances dances..
last day. conclusion. experianced and thankful. last night. a lot of emotions. last hours in kitchen, pizza, tiramisu and unexpecticly harmed knee.. ambulance, ice, pillows. and now we realised, that we already are a great and big family. la famiglia. sofa under the moonlight, guitar, songs. now I have the secret . night with no sleep. at 5 o'clock we need to be ready to go to realway station. we are leaving these walls, the building. 15 minutes long way to the station. Benevento. sweet goodbyes.
1 hour train trip - Neapole. only for 1 hour. blood, dirty bathroom, bad mood. 4 hours train trim with 300 km/h speed.11 am. Milan. the capital of trends, fashion and brends. that't true.everyone looks like top model. no exceptions. you take it or you leave. pigeons, half-nacked football playeres. arch, sunset. walking with luggage all this time, because there is the Milano prisetags everywhere. 00:00 and 5 euros. 30 nimutes way. and 7 hours in another airport. cold and hungry night surviving. this time no luggage boxes - flor and towels. plane. 2 hours. we are in Riga.
and then another story begins. thanks for the taste, smell, pictures and sounds.
I will never forget.
Always Yours, me - J.
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