The Little Succubus and How Else wanted to Burn the second book of "Larousse" Encyclopedia

Good Morning readers.

Today I dreamt that I wanted to burn the second book of "Larousse" Encyclopedia... and from that moment I cannot stop thinking about:

"Why?, Why did i dream that?"

And just 5 minutes ago I started to realize... I'm living a year of "learning", "real learning", not following the 8 Key Competences but in a personal way really learning, I'm asking myself things that I asked before but giving them different answers, recalling my mentally status and making again the biggest questions like: What am I doing here? Do this life has a purpose? Who are you and who am I to you? I am listening anf feeling open to critics and different opinions. So I think, it makes a lot of sense that I wanted to burn the "Larousse Encyclopedia", because I have to burn my own knowledge in order to add new one, and mix it with the ashes of mine... but then I thought:

WHY THE SECOND BOOK?

Why not the first one? Like, starting from the begging with the burning? why to leave a bit when you can burn it all and and make a new knowledge concept? BECAUSE  YOU CANNOT FORGET WHO YOU ARE!! It is important to remember which are our roots, from where our experience comes from, you cannot just forget what you were and pick the new ideas as if they were yours.. The point of all this is to mix everything in one as if it was a human Tutty Frutty.

Sometimes I feel selfish (Shellfish also) thinking that I'm taking the best from every person that I know for addding it to myself and making a better version of "Me", It feels like stealing when you realize you are taking the spirituallity and capacity of expresing feelings from Tania, the matematical and strategical way of being of Perica, the political concernings of Guillem, the positivism of Merche, the power of Tena, the smiles and loving stability of Iva, the crazyness of Leila, the sentences of Dusko, the will of making from Bieito, the love of Guil and the selfsteem from Marco... It is incredible how now that phrase that I red once has so much sense

"We are just little pieces glued in the best way. Like "David" from Miguel Ángel. Just little brushstrokes in a good order, Like Mona Lisa"

We are a mix between everybody that we know and those who we would like to meet. So I felt guilty somehow thinking that I stealing parts of people and adding it to my "Else's Perfect Salad" but it is not like this as you think that you are also giving your parts to the rest of the people so they can be better with your personal sauce. Have this in mind: don't take but also give, exchange your special powers. 

So, my final thinking is:

"Be a Succubus and a Incubus at the same time"

Would this be the begging of a new philosophical current? I will think about it in my new Final Project in Life.

 

(Road from Rijeka to Pula: Pretty like an sparguetti) 

Think about it like I did while I was feeling how Boze was passing through the clouds and touching directly Croatia and left me the opportunity to see the miracle.

Without Else like a spaghetti.

A couple of hours ago, Else and I were near our heater (that deep inside us we like to predent that is a fireplace) enjoying the laziness caused by a Sunday of Valentinovo (Saint Valentine’s day). She was away one week, and it was time to reconnect to the energy of our little communistic blue-walls-painted home.

Pet minuta (five minutes)… where was Else this last week?

Well, she went to finish what she started: she went in Spain to presente her final project… and did it pretty good, with a grade of 8.5/10!

Who is the champion of final projects?!? Eeeeeelse Collins!

So, back to the Valentinovo subject… that is all!

This week I was alone in our group tasks, and my conclusion is that it is far less funny without Else!

Super Duge Team is super Duge… but only when we are together – no doubts about that.

Apart from her absence in our daily tasks, the week went calm and balanced: I met Samobor during the day and full of babies in cute, cute costumes; I found a very nice new bar near our house, I went to a meditation group (very big group, by the way) class – and I was very happy to see that a lot of people (specially young people) is interested in learning about the subject, and visit the Archeology Museum.

Now that I put it all together, I had an interesting week. How my bosnian friend would say: “Bravo, you!”.

Tomorrow is the day where we will meet our new office... Iva told us that it is a warm one! Whuuoo! 
Else will tell you, on the next post, from 1 to 10 how warm it is.

For now I just have to tell you: Isuse Bože!* (Jesus Christ).





*in Zagreb people use this expression when they get surprised/suddenly scared.

New Caledonia “The Golden Jail” and “How to Survive in Dalmatia”.

This last week, a friend of Tania came, his name was (still being but he’s not here, so I guess we will never know if he changes his name in future, who am I to judge people? Else, nice to meet you. No, I’m kidding!) Paul, he was french but he lived most of his live in an amazing place call “New Caledonia”, maybe you are wondering….and old Caledonia? We don’t know, I didn’t ask, the idea just came up to my head in this moment. New Caledonia, it’s so pretty that with this name it seems that maybe “Caledonia” was SUPER PRETTY but God gave them a second oportunity for making it even better, so they took their time to build a New Place, and because they were so busy making this efford of building they run out of creativity so they called it “New Caledonia”; and know for sure you are thinking, as we say in Spain “segundas partes nunca fueron buenas”, what means “Second parts were never good” but in this case, as we say in spanish “nada mas lejos de la verdad” which is “anything further than reality”, this New “Caledonia” was even better, at least 4 times better, it’s one of the most pretty places in the world, exactly definition of stereotypical “Paradise”: transparent waters full of color fishes, rich people on pretty boats, the fruit grow everywhere, they have their own natural drug that turns you into GODzilla, but who doesn’t want to be a huge dinosaur… The only problem is….THAT IS A TRAP!!

In New Caledonia there is only one fly company so, this means that they don’t have any concurrence, soooooo……prices are higher and higher everyday, having to pay a normal ticket for 2.500€, more than 18.759Kn…O-PROS-TI ?? This means that only those who have enough money or they safe a lot can get out of the country… this made me think about life in general a lot, like, would really like to live in the most pretty place you’ve eve seen if you could not get out of there? Sound like a bad joke, a weird punishment, having everything in life and being force to live with it, not being able of getting ride of it.

Don’t know, I think it’s interesting to think in this… suddently Zagreb’s sky looks much much better (and open).

Then, we woke up and we said: “Hey girls! Why don’t we travel around the whole country of Croatia just to do a lot of thing in so Little time?” Who would said “no” to this “Planazo”? So we went: Tania, Anto, Paul, Else and our new Little friend that like, in “Dora The Explorer” comes with us to all our adventures: Morango The Majmun (he shakes his arms like idiots).

We travelled from Zagreb to Zadar to experience the magnificent “Sea Organ”. This “organ” Word attached to the “sea” was for us like a “free choosing concept” so all of us were expecting something different: Tania wanted a huge heart pumping, Morango a big stomach so he could eat all the bananas, and Else was thinking in some “rectum” part that was actually a metaphor for the pollution tropped to the sea, but at the end was actually “music played by the sea”, so peacefully and pretty that made our hearts pump, our stomach jiggle and our rectums free (somehow).

Next stop was Sibenik. With my Duper friend Vice, we saw the fortress for rich people even that they served “Bespladna Hrana” and the fortress for those who next day could not afford going to the first one, which was bigger and prettier (cannot stop being grunge…). Here we had the chance to get depper in croatians and dalmatian culture: went to a gipsy concert, heard the tales of war while we were listening to the “waves” making the soundtrack and we little understood better how hard was to live that way, even that those were the favourite years for Vice, guess is weird guy like us and that’s why like him a lot!

Last Station was Split. Split is great but little not “otvoreno” at all during the summer, it’s weird how some cities are most of the time working only during the summer, if they were made for turists, somehow I felt that I have to say to the “Splitters” (people from Split?): “Hey Splitters! You have the right and the opportunity to enjoy your own city, go ahead and go crazy on the terraces, on the beaches, parks, pubs and clubs, take a walk on the coast and see how pretty it is to live in such a nice place”. But I guess, as Tania says, you cannot put a message in someone’s head so easy, so Little by Little…

On Sunday was time to go home…and I cannot tell more story because I only remember waking up with my own snores…