Do you know how it is, when suddenly everything changes? In one second, one breath, you suddenly breath different air, colder? Everything you saw, tasted and felt suddenly becomes unfamiliar, unknown?

This is how it is with me. I feel like a stranger in my own game, among the friends who love me. Don't have real love, cause love changes every second. Let it over already...

Dear brain, dear heart - please make peace between you two and decide already!

With appreciation,

Me.

The rainy cold Ålandic weather reminds me of things I used to do in the past when my head was full of thoughts. No, I didn't have a magic pile of water, like in Harry Potter books to which I can extract my memories and thoughts, but I had a big white new canvas and a set of 5 oil-based paining colors - the 3 base colors - red, blue and yellow and 2 more - white and black.

I used to paint everything that on my mind, and I felt better afterwards.

I think now that I live alone I'll start doing it again. Just me, the music, the colors and the new white big canvas.

du kan vara mitt piller 
du kan vara min säng 
ett råd som inte kostar något 
du kan vara min vän 

när tankarna står stilla 
tiden är stelnad och dum 
och det som är alltid ska vara 
när dikten inte får rum 

jag tycker om 
när du rör dig 
när du rör dig 

du är det jag måste ha 
när vanorna har börjat slå rot 
när den ena dan är den andra lik 
och det som inte känns igen blir ett hot 

jag tycker om 
när du rör dig 
när du rör dig 

jag vet att du har undrat varför alla måste slita så hårt 
du leker fram det som vi alla andra lyckas göra så svårt 

jag tycker om 
när du rör dig 
när du rör dig

Off is the general direction in which I wish you would fuck.

Fuck you.

So fucking much.

A new feeling, new sensation. I’m thinking about everything and nothing at all. My brain is tranquil, my mind is calm. No worries, no news, no bitterness.  My day consists of working and hanging out with him. Once in a while I’m taking myself to Stockholm.

Even though things are not clear (which once could have been a terrible thing for me – causing an increase in my emotional brain activity 100 times more then usual), I’m ok with it. I don’t mind, cause I feel good about it. I don’t really know what he wants, if he wants and how he wants it to be, but for now I enjoy just buying a bottle of good wine, crashing on his sofa with a good movie, he is close to me, and the calmness and tranquility just descend on me from above. I feel good, he makes me feel good. Stopping the movie once in a wile, he’s asking me questions. Maybe to test me and my internal world for his benefit, maybe just because of his interest. I don’t know and frankly – I don’t care. I feel good. Things are getting better now. I’m happy. And you – thank you for being like that. I’ve never imagined it would be like that. Thanks for your interest, thanks for being there. Thanks for crying in the middle of the movie because of the emotional scene, and thanks for not trying to hide it. It’s sweet, it’s what I've been looking for.

 

 

 

 

 

When I started this blog, I promised myself never to talk about the subject that Israelies like to talk about the most – politics. I have no explanation why we do so, maybe it’s the constant will to show to the world that we’re not the bad guy, of maybe it’s just because we always need to say something (the well known Israeli temperament).

But, these days, Israel is boiling and bubbling, several different protests started in the same time, combining forces against the government to try to change the Israeli reality. Israeli people are known to be very loud. But as loud as we are, we tend to accept everything without protesting. Increase in taxes, economic state of the country, and problems with the religious Jews etc. Now it has been changed. It started with a simple product like Cottage cheese.

The government increased the taxes on dairy products and the Cottage cheese, which is the most basic Israeli dairy product at home after milk, costs 2,3 euros for 100 gr. It is absurd. So the people gathered around to boycott all the dairy products, the protest took place in Jerusalem, Tel Aviv and Haifa and of course over Facebook and guess what – it worked.

Now a Cottage chest costs 1,2 euros for 100 gr. It was the beginning of a revolution. Afterwards came the Doctors protests over the low salaries and the hard working conditions. They all left the hospitals, they all resigned together and the heads of the doctors associations are marching all over the country protesting. And they not gonna stop till they will get an improvement. Later came the big tent revolution about the tuition fees in the Israeli universities and the renting costs in Tel Aviv and the rest of the cities in the country.

People left their homes and moved into tents all over the country, but the biggest protest takes place in Tel Aviv, on Rothschild Avenue. Hundreds of tents, people outside although it’s hot and humid. This is Tahrir square revolution, the Israeli style. More polite, more civilized, more political and less violent. Yesterday I’ve been there to support the doctors, and brought you some photos. This is how an Israeli revolution looks like. Enjoy.

PS. I forgot how many hot guys you can find in Tel Aviv..wow..it’s hot and steamy, they’re half naked and smoking hot.

("when the government is against the people, the people are against the government")

("duplex in Rothschild...dream big")

("people before profits")

(Tent Avenue 176)

I forgot how hot the inside of a tank can be...

The commander need to rest a bit too, right?

When our heart breaks, a small part of it always stays broken. So what do we do about it? Well, we try to handle it the best we can, trying to soften the impact so it won't hurt too much. And with the time, we understand that just a small piece of our heart is broken, but there’s still handful of healthy heart waiting for new excitements.