Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Entry XIII


I still can't put a line where you're not allowed to cross over. I forget myself in the process of accumulating memories and love. The half opened eyes and the smudged mascara. The sound your lips make when you don't get what you want and when you get what you want. The half uttered phrases you repeated while asleep.  I still hasn't learned to breathe!










Sume

The Greenlandic most influential band - Sume. For my fortune the documentary wasn't with English subtitles. But I knew when to laugh or when to get excited. The audience transmitted those moments very well. Plus my friends translated few things. Everything else didn't need much translation. 




















Mr Robot Head





Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Journy Chapter 13

Stockholm - Lund

The trip from Umeå to Stockholm was relatively easy. I was feeling lazy and decided to hitch from the city center to E4. Roberto drove me there. He was driving to pick up his friend to buy motor bikes for his two kids. He wants them to learn it from an early age. Little that I knew, Roberto had the best pizza place in Umeå! Go figure, he's an Italian! I found out about this from my next ride that took me all the way to Stokholm.
PJ, taught me a lot of things on our trip. He an entrepreneur who invented eco cooling system using pumped water through special made plastic in the ceiling tiles. The idea sounded very easy until I found out that he's the only one who has the machine capable of doing so. I did realize that he was super rich from all the houses he owned, yet he was humble and down to earth, I didn't feel sitting next to millionaire.

My hosts were friends of a mutual friend. I sat there drinking tea, watching them choose a book art to buy from their acquaintance artist. They discussed the drawings seriously and I was a bit at awe. If guys like them were around me growing up, I wouldn't have been messed up that much. But then that made who I am today. Who knows. I was invited to go to couple of house parties. I felt out of energy, my mood completely changed and I was struggling keeping a straight face. The whole two days I spent in Stockholm were like that. My heart was racing, I was overwhelmed and something kept nagging me to leave as soon as possible.
I did, and I felt fine as soon as I got in the first car.
Writing this now and after few incidents, I guess I know why this happened. As a believer in energy, spiritual crap... etc. There's  people who are energy vampires. But this particular person is also good at making you feel horrible and energy drained. I know as long as I doubt myself and weak, they can get under my skin. And they don't have to be near me, that person did it from afar. I'm seriously scared :)

The only memorable thing from my visit to Stockholm was the Street Musician Austin. We agreed on preforming next year together. Me belly dancing, him playing the guitar.




















The ride to Lund was really tiring. I ended up stuck everywhere. The first ride, although the man was really kind and felt sorry for dropping me at an awful place and spent another 15 minutes driving looking for a better one. Yet, he was intimdating and I didn't dare asking him for his photo.

The second ride, a young guy Anton. He is dyslexic and very self conscious about it. If only he knew how amazing he is! I'd go out with him in a heart beat. He's Swedish but working in Oslo. I still regret not asking for his facebook account. He gave me a present. A towel! I forgot mine in Malmö and had to borrow one all the time! 

Then Reine drove me to a city near Gothenburg. If I knew I'll end up there, I would've continued with Anotn! Still crushing on him :)

Stuck and thinking what to do. I asked inside the gas station if they knew a way for me to get out on the E6. An employee there said he was driving to the most popular hitching spot to Malmo. Stephan, not a hitchhiker himself but picks them up all the time. He once picked up a 60 year old man! I also felt that he's special, but the ride was so short, I couldn't put my hands on it.

The last car was all the way to Lund. Another Stephan! The most spiritual ride I've had so far. I'll write few quotes from our conversation.

" Creators ask 'how' not 'what'.

I call my wife every day to say, good morning and good night. Ask her how did she sleep and how she's feeling. I always want her to know that she's THE one not A one.

Imagine love like this. You don't live in St.petersburg anymore. You wake up, you don't see its streets and scenery. The images become thinner and thinner until they vanish. Love is the same way. If you don't express it enough, it'll become thinner and thinner. "






Now a break till I figure out what to do next.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Journy Chapter 12

Umeå


The first car was four guys going back home to Sweden after work. I grew up with a lot of male cousins and whenever they get together they make fun of each other and that's my idea of guys get togethers. Well, the ride was like that! When we got in Are and the scenery changed and  I realized " We're not in Norway anymore!"

Tomas drove me a little bit further. He knew a good hitching spot near his house and he drove me there. He has a tattoo of his daughter on his chest. I love it when dads are passionate about their kids.

Jessica and Kenu. Kenu was a great conservationist. He asked interesting questions and told cool stories. He has his healthy food company and gave me samples to try for my skin.

The last drive with a creep. He scared the wits out of me. I was safe but it was a ride I will never forget. I didn't take his photo, I was too busy running towards my host who was kind enough to wait for me. I was texting him the whole ride, just in case he needs to find my dead body. I should've listened to my heart!

























My host Sarp, calls himself a book fetish-est and has a DNA tattoo on his arm. Tells a lot about him ,no? He was also very generous and we hung out together everyday.




 In Umeå I also visited a couple who lived in a an old school. They bought the whole things and still thinking of what to do with it. The smell inside reminded me of my grandma's old house and I was swept away with memories.












Dasha stopped talking for 6 months ago. An experiment she's doing for herself. She still had 2 weeks when I met her. Really difficult if you ask me, she's really strong!




One of my favorite part of a guy's body :)