Chatting

Wow, I have 1 person who is reading my blog - Ira Ruseva! Thank you, I will try to write smth worth reading:)

For example, yesterday I found myself sitting on the table while my neighbour - intern from Russia, Yulia (young blond nice girl) was fixing the windows (it was cold and windy, so we bought lockers). Nothing special? Ok, follow the thought:
I changed wallpapers at MC kitchen before MCP term (I went to the market, bought them, glue, came home and organized the process).
I (IIIIII!!!!) was doing such kind of stuff. Always. 100%. Is it personal growth - stop worring about everything and let someone else to be "a man"? Ha-ha, whatever. I feel guilty sometimes, but it is significant improvement - dont consider every earthquake as a personal failure.


Guys, I really admire Marjam, I would call her "pure wisdom" which is nothing more than ability to admire, learn and be grateful. Babe, your writing is amazing. If you need a reference for a book "5 steps to absoute happinness" (which you will write one day and which will become the first book ever which make you happy even when you read it), let me know. I cant guarantee that I will become a Very Important Person so soon, but we can always write smth like "Siberian monk" under my picture (lies, but ppl like it).
Yes, random. We all know, that stories we have "in the pockets" from inside of our jackets, closer to hearts, so noone can steal them, are much more simple and quite "spicy": no mint sirup, but a big spoon of misunderstanding, loss, pain, disappointment. After we accept, smile and love - only then become attractive as "spiritual teachers". But will you buy a book with disclaimer "fail, cry, be happy" until you have already fall and cried?

Someone is pretending to be deep. Yes, right. Sorry, I am back to every-day-life.

So, day after tomorrow is SALARY - such a sweet word. Still nothing is clear with my work/internship, so a huuuge amount of money will be spent for basic food as bread and milk. Btw, white bread is VERY tasty here.

I need to live the country in 1 month, because I dont have visa, so the closest destinations to go for few days and come back are Spain, Italy and France. But it seems that I am going to Italy because of visa and tickets. ha-ha. All roads lead to Rome (or how it says?) If the plan works out, I will see a lot of beloved ppl and come back to catch Ira in her Moroccan trip.
Sounds good? Yes! Even the thing that I havent decide about my "future plans" doesnt make me feel worse.

Born to be random, right:)

Sun is back!

I love sunday morning in Rabat - when the streets are empty and white city is full of sun.
I feel better, finally, so can take Yulia to medina, look for the prices in dance academy and prepare for the PROPER new year celebration (russian style) tomorrow or on tuesday.
Life is getting better, after a week of being sick, a bit disappointed and simply freezing in appartement without central heating.
It seems that I am starting to teach english next week (hopefully!) so will have a bit of extra-money and valuable experience (which I must get if I want to start my own school in future).
On Tuesday I met one of the alumni, who works in media agency - 2,5 hours talking about media, western sahara issue, documentaries, photography, movies. It seems that I take for granted all the amazing people and discoveries I met and faced in Morocco.

Anya told that fairy-tale needs another chapter, so i wrote it yesterday (extremely ego-centric, as usual), but the important shift is that the end of one story is actually the beginning of another one. It doesnt necessary require from the hero the CHANGE. There is no 'new life in 2009', every day is a change.

Cold evening in Rabat

New Year has started with quite a few love stories, the feeling that I love someone so much follows me on a rainy day in a bus to suburb, in our cold flat when I am staying home because I am sick, when I am chatting in a strange mix of english and french with shopkeeper whom we always buy bread from. This feeling has a lot in common with grattitude to God for being alive, for having one more second, one more day, few words from the other side of the ocean...

If you ask, how much time in Morocco before...to personal, sorry.

So, almost 2 months I am here, so far it has been new, amazing, difficult, cold, soft, funny, "nice" - we call it that way, right, kid? "Cool" - and this way, right, Simo?

Connections - this is the right word. I am lost in all these threads which tie us together, I dont remember who belongs to whom and it finally makes everything easier: here is me, here is world, I love you, world.

The story about our live in Morocco is on the way - with all its cocktails, all hugs, all sunsets, all tears, all walks through medina.