Día de la Independencia / Mexican Independence Day

I think it was an excuse to go back to Copenhagen. I'm just so in love with it, I can't keep away. I walked everywhere before arriving at the party. I had so much fun trying all of these new things and being around these hotblooded people. I was even serenaded by the musicians :)

Could you please take off your shirt and show me your back?

Rejection therapy is something I found by accident when I was looking for ways to overcome my fear of people. You basically walk around and ask people crazy things in order for them to reject you. The thing has a lot more to it than that and I did ended up trying it. I only got one rejection. I think the Danes are cool about lots of things.
Yet, I found I was interested more in the conversations that I ended up having with these random encounters. And I remembered something Jacob Aue Sobol said about these encounters and how he'd go crazy without them when he was living in Tokyo. He'd wake up scared cause he had to do it, but he needed to. I think I'm experiencing the same thing. The further you are from home, the more important these encounters become to you.

Take it or Leave it!

“What the hell am I doing here?” not a day goes by without me asking this question. Why did I leave my comfort zone, my friends and dived into the unknown. The minute I sniff a future difficulty I head there. But the truth is I’m not that strong and I can’t even photograph if I’m emotionally involved. I didn’t achieve the main thing I came here for and I ended up digging more weaknesses. Today, after a rough start I felt a chest ripping happiness for no reason. I just realized that I asked the universe before leaving to teach me how to heal and become beautiful. The lessons are there somewhere. I received the word ‘patience’ today in a message and it was the key word for this abrupt happiness. I forgot that this is the main lesson I can’t seem to learn after all of these years. I just need a little patience and faith that this journey will take me somewhere. I’m just a bit slower than the others. It takes me twice as long as it is for them. I’m worried all the time, what if I don’t have what it takes? Then I got this message: это конечно пафосно звучит, извини, я бы тебя обнял, чтобы ребра хрустнули, но по другому нельзя - тропа возникает под шагами идущего. And I’m filled with will.
I think I’ll become beautiful when I’ll become stronger. And by beautiful I mean with no more mental abuse, clean. But that’s another topic. Anyways, patience is the first step plus more space inside. Even if it means I’ll hide under the bed for longer time. I give myself this promise; I’ll try all what I can to not rush me. I’ll give me some more air from now on.