Ŝtrumpetoj malaperis!

Imagu, amikoj, loĝi en loko (apartamento, fakte) kie ĉiom da viaj vestoj malaperas ĉiom da tempo!

Hieraŭ, plia paro da miaj ŝtrumpetoj malaperis!
Tiuj estis belaj ŝtrumpetoj!
Estis tre belaj, purpuraj ŝtrumpetoj!
Fakte, estis la plej belaj ŝtrumpetoj en la tuta mondo!
Kaj nun, neniam mi povos porti ilin!

La knabinoj ambaŭ diras ke ili ne estas ŝtelistoj, sed mi trovas ke iliaj visaĝoj aspektas tre strange. Tro strange, fakte. Tial mi aktivigos mian esplorpovon kaj solvos la misteron! Estis unu paro de ŝtrumpetoj tro multa!

parsva bakasana!

Uncork the champagne!

Usually it's when you stop forcing them that things finally happen. That's what I have to keep telling myself whenever I practice the more challenging poses: stay playful and just try, but do give your very best.
So, when I suddenly felt my feet up in the air and my knee perfectly balanced on my arms this morning, I felt like... mmmh... I have tried parsva bakasana many times before, just to avoid the humiliation the next time I try to carry a beer crate up the stairs. And all these times, I remained clueless about how my crow should actually take off... I could do a crow, but a side crow requires even more strength, it seemed.

This is a beautiful pose. A wise person writes that it unites surrender and strength; and, well, he's right. It's everything; a nice twist for the lower back, a balancing pose, a tremendous strengthener for the torso, and a lot of fun because your body is in a totally unusual position - prepare to be startled...
You basically squeeze everything you have (legs together, knees to belly, feet to butt), you pull, you push, and when you feel like a muscular ball under high voltage, you simply lean forward - you trespass the point on which you fear that you might crash-land on your nose - and give yourself to gravity. Tada! And now the cherry on top: breath deeply.

it will pass...

"How are you?", a planet asks the earth.

"Ah, I'm not well at all", the earth replies. "I have homo sapiens."

"Oh, that one. I had it too - you'll see, it will pass..."

white!

How come people are always surprised by the weather?

How come Swedish people are surprised by the cold?
How come they are surprised by snow?

I just don't get it - we had 30 cm of snow yesterday (and a storm that almost blew our house away) and in the bus this was discussed so excitedly as if we were all living in the Sahara and snow was something totally alien...

And a strange Swedish lady advised as not to be stupid and stop those dangerous snow-fights at once! Who would have guessed that these balls of fresh, fluffy cold material can turn out to be lethal weapons?

clever ways to save money, part 1

Haha, so the friendly cosmetic surgeon asked me to remove the pictures that I had posted here a few weeks ago, because (see comments...) of my violation of his patient's privacy. This makes sense to me, since the photos of the lady are really really well hidden from the public sphere on his website... And I'm no criminal, so I'll undo my mistake and just put links.

Even if this man has done a wonderful job and you can't actually make out the tiniest evidence of his surgeon's knives even coming near her face, I'm a bit sceptical... I wonder if buying the same look (or a even worse one) for at least 1000€ isn't a bit expensive? So, people, even if the idea of transferring the fat from you behind into your cheeks and lips, or having holes cut into your eyelids, or getting your nose broken sounds oh-so-tempting - don't do it. But feel free to check the pictures of all the poor creatures who didn't get the warning in time - it's a lot of fun...

And here comes the lady who's privacy I hope I could now avoid violating (don't be shocked by the unbelievable non-alikeness, it IS the same person!)

Before After

P.S.: Dear mister surgeon, I'm sorry I am such a hopeless case. Maybe consider including this in your repertoire for people like me.

fences

I admit I haven't been a very assiduous blogger these days...

Coming back to Sweden was somehow difficult and simple at the same time - many friends are gone for good now, and I am soon entering the second half of my stay here. The days I still have to spend here are going to be less and less, and I don't know if I'm more freaked out by the fact that I will have to go, or happy to collect this experience...

In the last week of January, I found myself in an almost nightmarish situation. Have you ever dreamed of being on stage without any clue of what to say or do, not even knowing the character you should play? It was a little bit like this for me, when Oleg's friend Thomas asked me to participate in an Esperanto-concert this same day. I said yes and found myself on stage approx. 90 minutes later, playing songs I barely knew on an instrument I knew even less (Melodika), but it was fun - and definitely a challenge. I was surprised by my own coolness, hm.

At the moment, I'm desperately trying to find where my courses take place. It's Kafkaesque: no informations, no contact-persons, no schedules, no nothing. Also, when I finally think I found the place, I go there and I find that there is a completely different course going on. It seems that my lectures are like little animals that escape every time you think you caught them.

Yesterday I treated myself and decided to go and buy some food. I realized that I have been living on an almost empty fridge since I came back (don't worry, there are some people who care for me...). I guess it was the trauma of coming back and being expected to pay 4 Euro for 4 miserable tomatoes which has held me back from providing myself with edible stuff...

So far, I guess my life doesn't seem to be very exciting, but I tell you, the show is going on inside... Since I came here, I feel like I'm on a roller coaster, or some sort of highway of self-experience. I shake up the boundaries of what I think I am, or what I think things should be like almost everyday. It comes naturally to try different ways and although it seems all so small I am astonished by the results. I'm especially interested in all these things that are linked to this notion of "femininity" - I dug up a lot of strange ideas from inside myself of how women (and therefore me, too) are supposed to be, and I'm having fun challenging myself to disappoint my own expectations. For instance, who would have thought that it was so difficult for me to go out without make-up? ... -
So, I went out without make-up.
And observed.

Voices in my head telling me I'm the ugliest creature on earth and should rather go home and hide under the blanket. Insecurities I have no idea where they come from. I'm especially amused by this conviction of mine that one layer of mascara would change it all... And what happened, you'll ask? Nothing. No-one making fun of me or looking repulsed. Let's say: no-one even looking (ok, I'm in Lund...). So: I'm free to do it or leave it.

It got all so smooth since I started to consciously get the "what-could-people-think"-fence out of my way; so I keep going.

There's more things going on, but I keep them for another post (matter of holding up the suspense...)