…or “Nobody is obliged to look after their grandchildren” 🙂 Regardless of what an amazing country one lives in, the summer comes and the idea of a sandpit, swing, slide, pool and other entertaining activities in the yard of grandma and grandpa gets more and more attractive. With a little bit of lightning tension that sporadically causes convulsions in my heart area and considerably soaked in excitement, I leave little miss sunshine in the yard which will turn into her summer paradise. Enchanted by all surprises that await her, she had totally forgotten even to grant me with a quick look. Her eyes had collected the glow of the night…
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With a baby at the seaside
A truly wonderful experience was awaiting her. And it seems that she was feeling it somehow. In the excitement popping up from my voice as an impatient kid, in the stir all around taking us up as rapids, in my glowing with emotion eyes. For a single moment I travelled back in time and recalled my mom’s stories of my early childhood. Those which with just a few comprehensive descriptions collected in three short phrases and colored with vehement gestures undermine for milliseconds my entire authority over friends. Those which provoke a tsunami of laughter, few tears with the shape of a smile and uncontrollably waving limbs in the brain’s desperate…
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Intergalactic battles – me vs. the snots
Strolling with her stands for immensity of laughing, running, excitement, love, pushing the stroller with one hand, jumping on my left foot, a package of cookies (often two), a torrent of pictures and videos….shortly an emotion. It holds such a blast that if it explodes it could vanish at least three far away galaxies, few black holes, a dozen of dwarfs and asteroid rain. It could bring life to Mars and make Venus a real hospitable planet. Our last walk was particularly exciting. After it THEY appeared – the snots! I see them as highly unfriendly invaders. Uncompromisingly they take over territories (her nose), spread everywhere (mostly out of her…
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In the city of lords
And because faith resembles a florist on San Marco square, stalks of colorful surprises slink from everywhere. Subject to few exciting circumstances and a bouquet of faithful unexpected happenings, since recently I have been living in a land inhabited by lords. So much aristocracy, magic and enigma at one place could rarely be seen in a small city as Edinburgh. Each look outside and every walk (even to the shop) are a splendid binge for the senses, and above all, the worldview. Smiley passers-by, polite cavaliers, impressive architecture, greenery and order so dynamically power the hormones that the feeling resembles the delirium from pregnancy after the first trimester. And since Edinburgh…
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Within the beauty of the moment
I adore the sun rise… Watching how the burning globe slowly and dignifiedly ascends over the morning stalk of grass kissed by the dew. It soars majestically up in the sky and fondles with its warmth the forest in the distance. It spreads life and power which go through me and shake me as electricity. I love gazing at the rays which secretly sneak through the clouds and touch the ground. I like this picture of the perfect morning. I am reborn with each new day and every single sun rise – better, happier and stronger. Almost like the sun set that with its magic captivates me to madness. It…
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Game of life
I am not a gamer. My ideal for well spent time comprises of a glass of white wine and friends altogether. The only game that I have been playing for 32 years so far is Life. Harsh. Sweet. Challenging. Mind blowing. Loving. Joyful. Visious. Sad. Disappointing. Promising. Frankly speaking I had completed lots of levels some of which with smile, others with lips curved as a wasted croissant. The idea is that my female personification of Super Mario is doing pretty well. For 32 levels. The future ones are a mystery but I am already in a row. If we exclude the Saturn return, the Venus retrograde and a couple…
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Childish love
She is just one year and nine months but already has a whole playground of admirers. Her appearance on this social fragment of sand with whimsical equipment and other forms of games, that freezes the blood of parents in fear that their infant can get hurt, is announced loudly by a group of older boys obviously in love with the delicate eighty-six centimetres flesh and an enigmatic smile that enlightens the world as a newly formed super nova. The crowd and the cheers around the little miss sunshine resemble the long awaited concert of Armin Van Buuren in O2 Arena. There is a forest of raised hands and jumping little…
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Tattoo for dreamers
I wanted it for years. For many years. My imagination pictured it in various forms at various places. Finally, it blossomed on the lower part of my right foot. In colors, symbolism and complete glamour. My first tattoo was the product of all search engines, million (at least) Pinterest screenshots, uncompromisingly long discussions with all my girlfriends and finally a meeting with Smokov brothers. Everything that I wanted was melt and refracted through the perspective of Pavel. He drew the perfect poppy on my leg and gave me a day to fall in love with it. A day later I was already in the tattoo chair in the studio. Contrary…
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The Dreams’ Code
Since recently I have been feeling like a character of Dan Braun’s ‘The Da Vinci Code’. Except that in my case I am more likely a character in The Dreams’ Code. For my daughter dreams start, last and end with crying. That crying that makes my hands tremor as someone in the last stage of Parkinson, and because of which my hair gets a shade whiter than that of a man who has just seen a fairy in the eyes. When tired from playing and amusement, her dream comes quietly and humbly takes her to wonderland. Then, I spend at least seventeen minutes in contemplating this masterpiece that not that…
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Midnight spirits
I have devoted myself to my most favorite amusement since I am a mom – blissful dreams. I dreamt peacefully and in colors. This phenomenon, for a mom of a toddler, is as exceptional and merciful as to come across a unicorn. I was surrounded by a blast of joy in a way I imagined myself doing slalom down the rainbow and angels in the clouds just as the “Bears with golden hearts” would. Then I heard IT – the first cough. I confidently opened my right eye at about 6% only to acknowledge the fact that there was complete darkness outside. Only a pale Moon hidden behind the thin…
