Sit still. Very still. The big writing started.

This is a little intro:

How I stopped worrying and decided to love a farmer.

Today is February 2013 and the world through my window looks like a quite sad place. It has been raining 7 days in a row, people rushing in a hurry look grumpy, billboards look shabby with faded colors and it is noisy: cars, buses, tramways passing by, kids playing with artificial bombs. Maybe it is winter or my neighborhood.  I get carried away by my thoughts to a beautiful farm land where no billboards or noisy streets exist. I start dreaming of escaping and living in my own hacienda.

But what is wrong with my life, why I want to escape? Where and how I want to live? This is what I want to talk about: what happened to me and maybe to you in 2013 and how my hacienca, where I want to go so badly, looks like in my dream.

Working on master thesis: writing and reading letters, writing on the walls, the actual writing of thesis, staring through the window, listening to vinyls.

In the Alpes

Like many other people, I went to have some proper winter holiday time in Alpes.
I got to the skiing station, I waited in line, I measured my feet, I rented things, I waited in line again, I got on the lift chair, I got up, I took a deep breath of fresh mountain air, I got down, I tried not to hit anyone and not to get hit by anyone, and here I was back in line. While getting up again I looked at this amazing nature, trees covered in snow, curves of frost, spiky mountain peeks around and I wondered how easily now we can have an access to all that. How many thousands of people slide down these, once unreachable, slopes. How many thousands and how many times? When it became so "natural" to reach 3000 meters altitude in 20 minutes. I just felt so natural being in that lift chair, surrounded by breathtaking landscape, that all I wanted was to take my siesta nap. That is how i felt after the fourth lift. It all became the same for me: the same routine, the same structure, the same people, the same idea. I have seen it last year and a year before. What you thought was a wild nature - is not anymore. What could have been a wild adventure - is a 20 minute ride on the lift.
It was still enjoyable, but I feel that I am ready for something else now. Not for more extreme, more likely for more simple. Like a ride down that little hill behind my house on the carton piece - just to have it more real, more close to what I am in the environment where I am.
Or it is my studies that make me reconsider all these commercial structures and my own consumption and the affect it has upon the world that we live in.

Just thinking, just looking, just napping.