Prep

I am going slowly and steadily through different preparations that come to my mind.

Today is the day when I started my German Course. I got this suggestion from the book My Italy. There a linguist who described how she has learned languages. Taking a book, in my case "Der kleine Prinz" and translating it, making notes of the most difficult words and understanding the grammar, is said to help you understand how the language works. '


If I started talking about my preparations that in reality really do not exist because of different temptations, I could also mention the idea of reading all the "Minu sari" books. But ironizing a bit I could saythat eating quite much and very well could be for saying goodbye to good and rich home-made dinners(getting ready for the low-budget time there).

So i will go and proceed with having the rich diet I am on at the moment.
I guess I wrote it to some extent for relieving my voice of guilty conscience which whispers now, but I guess soon screams "Why aren´t you doing- you will fly off in 3 weeks!"

punubalugnatrungsel

I just can´t describe how happy I was to read that the final approval to my EVs project has been given. I am so glad to make the last things here, tie some last things together and then it is the beginning or even continuing the path. I guess many things will change, starting from the title of this blog.

On the other hand, I was just thinking today that it is the thing that I have to create the wanted activity or characteristic feature to my life myself and then it usually and then come also the supporting opportunities. I hope that was not too complicated. For example knitting. I at first started it at home and then I met people who are very good at it and know how to help me. And the same with Brazilian Drums- I picked up the drum playing when I found an old-old drum from my basement(I cant stop wondering what is not there - there´s like everything, like in the wonderland) and afterwards I was asked to join the orchestra of the sweetest brasilian guy i have met.

Sometimes it seems that it is much easier to apprehend the reality in very short or in numbers. So to realise the time, it is 54 days in Estonia basically. As I mentioned time, I just thought for ages what is time for me and I did not get it yet. I know that I go fast in time, but I do not know how I go in time... When I was asked how many hours are there for me in one day, I just could not answer. (The point of the question was to tell me that although I was so much younger, I had experienced and done as much as they...)

And for the reason that I have 54 days left, I looked at the 54th page of my favourite book with golden stories and there was a very nice one.

Happiness had fallen into a enormous hole. He was stuck there and could not get out. Then he asked from people passing by to help him. Of course they asked Happiness to fulfill their wishes, but did not ask if they could do something for him. Then came a boy who did not want anything from Happiness, but asked him if he could help Happiness. The young man helped Happiness out of the hole and went his way. Happiness followed him.

whow

I just can´t help wondering how good can be the results of asking why and how.

An alarm

It is just one of those days when I decided to save time and spend most of my night doing things I have forgotten to do at daytime. As Goethe has said: "Time is our field" or speaking in terms that we are used to "Time is our groceries". So today I decided to pick extra many veggies.

But not only to say that I had a rough night i started this post, but to express my surprise that the spring is here, I realised it in reality 28.03 at 6.53, just a week after it started according to calendar.So the thing was that i just heard a sound like an alarm clock and I was surprised that my father wants to walk the dog extra early, but at one time I realised that the sound was coming outside and birds were singing

I still cannot be totally sure, maybe it was my granny snoring. I guess that the heaps of snow I see outside make it hard to believe that it is really spring.

A Saw sharpener

It seems that the winter, falling of the snow does not want to end. As there are wodges, berms and heaps of snow still outside.

It is so cute to look eye-to-eye with my new friend who obviously agrees, the spring has to come now! In fact, there is a Saw sharpener, oh that crazy English language!- a "rasvatihane", who comes so often knocking on my window I might even say we are having a dialog. I´ll better add them a little more seeds.

So if you read the title and thought it was gonna be a story of my nightmare or a short summery of a ghost story, then not. But when I brought it up already I might tell you a little story that might go under that definition.

So a week ago i was waiting for my lovely biology teacher and biology class in our auditorium when some of my fellow-classmates decided to whatch together some youtube-clips. After some awfully funny movies one guy put on "the spoon". Basically again one of those fictional tales that can be summerised with a one sentence or even with the title. As there was a man who had a spoon and he followed the victim everywhere and hit him with the spoon. It was filmed like a horror story- the special effects and sound effects. Afterwards I was wondering might it be a really silly video what is supposed to make you laugh because it is so silly or is it a hidden warning for the overweight ones not to use their spoon to often.

Lobe contrail

To notice art
in every second
as a part
of life- as eating sushi or bacon-
is important
whether it is naive or simple
but I belive

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The bus has three doors.
From each of them a person came
out in the outdoors,
not in pairs, each individual- from each door

The bus has three doors.
Nothing to wonder, no reason to amaze
No, but a Portuguese boy Dorus-
so surprised he was, indeed, extremely amazed.

He saw that there are doors and they are three
He was like a man from desert
seeing a spring- around it green trees
Or a boy having a cherry desert.

And I saw art in that moment.
I had been to museums that day,
but this art was more alluring, it was the art of life and only at that moment
it was that simple in that way:

Three doors and form each of them came a person.

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The wonders of life are impressive, I doubt that I would now like to go to Egypt to see the pyramids, for me there are two many in here, in Tallinn, in my little Estonia, what is a wonder as itself. I guess there can be wonders as many as there are countries, because when the people who see them as art and life-theatre, then they exist.

cloudy misk over our wet, soon to be flooded, streets

Days just come and go and sometimes without leaving any remarkable marks.Some days ago my goo friend asked me where have all the days gone- I answered that they all go to the spring, so the spring comes closer and closer and this is visible every day that some more water is making our feet wet in the streets. Some more snow melted...

Some things cannot be and don´t have to be put into words. Some thoughts are to be remained as their are- bleary and cloudy lightnings in our imaginative bulbs. Sometimes I feel just moment feeling- too many words. It seems then there is no room for breathing.