So I came back to my dark, cold and impersonal hotel room, sat down on my bed and cried. I cried for the human kind, and the loss of humanity. Cried because I felt like being used and seen as an object and not as a living being, cried because I made felt others like this, because I have misused other people the way it just happened to me.Read More
For that little six year old girl it was such a tedious journey through snow, rocks and icy wind, that even if she and her uncle had the appropriate shoes and clothing it was too much for her. The guide was so fast and she hardly couldn’t follow his steps, so that her uncle had to carry her. Tired and full of fear she prayed so much that the Chinese guys would catch them and just send them back home where mommy and daddy were. But they reached some lakes, indicating that they are about to reach the boarder and the group also walked by daylight.Read More
If you’re carrying the lightning of dreams in your eyes, you are alive.
Like a gust of wind learn to live free.
Learn to flow like the waves that make a sea.
Let your arms be wide open to every moment you meet.
May every moment gift you a new sight to greet.
If you’re carrying your wonder in your eyes, you are alive.
If you’re carrying your restlessness in your heart, you are alive.Read More