Cara Mia!

A few weeks ago i had one if these cliche "dream-come-true"-experiences: my dad finally gave in and allowed me to have a dog. 

Ever since I was little I wanted to have one. Every time I saw one on the streets I ran to pet it, every time i saw a little puppy i simply had to cuddle it. 

But my dad always made clear that he doesn't want me to have a dog.  
I don't know why but when we asked him that night (once again) he simply said "fine". 
Bewildered with excitement I went to the animal shelter with my mum and I already saw myself walking out of there with a dog walking next to me. 
But under these hundreds of dogs there wasn't a single one, I would have considered calling mine. Most of them had behavioral problems or didn't get along with other dogs/animals. 
I was so frustrated that I almost gave up. But that's when my mom found a tiny announcement on the Internet that talked about a private shelter with a picture of a scared looking dog that reminded me of a cow. 
Against my will, she asked if the dog could stay at our house for one day, to see if she fits into our lives. 
She doesn't. But we fell for her. 
I don't know if it was smart to keep her but I adore her and I am willing to invest a lot of time into her to make her a well mannered and well behaving dog. 

It's been a little over 3 weeks since she spent her first night at our house and she is absolutely wonderful. She sits on my lap and I stroke her and rub her belly for hours, she already knows how to sit, lie down and walk correctly on the leash. Only 3 weeks ago she pulled me through the park. 

(both photographs by my incredible friend Denise)

Trapped

Today hasn’t been a very good day. I woke up in a very bad mood. On those days, usually, I go to my favorite Starbucks Café, sit in one of the cozy chairs with my Moccha Frappucino, stare out of the window and let my mind spin. Afterwards I normally feel much better.

But when I arrived today, I saw, that all of the coxy chairs were taken. Bad omen!

I ended up sitting in one of the hard, wooden chairs, sipping my Frappucino. There was no window and my mind wouldn’t spin as always. That’s why I left Starbucks in a bad mood.

I paved my way through the mass of people, constantly bumping into someone (or someone into me). I wanted to say sorry but people didn’t even look up, didn’t seem to notice, just kept walking.

I was waiting for the train. The train station was crowded. The air smelled of cigarettes and sweat. Birds everywhere. My train arrived and I squeezed myself through the doors, elbow to elbow with a dozen other people. Quickly I took one of only few available seats. Right before the doors closed an elderly woman made her way into the train, leaning on her cane. All of a sudden everyone else was staring out of the window, pretending to not see the woman.

Have people always been this rude and ignorant?!

I gave her my seat and she smiled at me thankfully. 

People were standing in front of the doors when I had to get out. Somehow nobody heard my "excuse me, please" and nobody moved an inch. I literally had to shove people aside to get out. 
Confused and angry, I went home. 
I walked slowly through the little streets, passing hooting cars with enerved drivers, rude bycicle riders that didn't care to ring their bike bell, walking past unfriendly neighbours that didn't bother to smile back or say something. 

I feel trapped in this busy, fast world with its unfriendly and rude inhabitants. Right now I am wishing for nothing but wide open spaces so I can avoid people that don't bother to say they're sorry after stepping on my toes.  
I want to leave Europe in the fall, get away from the busy life and enjoy some nice days somewhere in the countryside. 
Any ideas?

Adventures in Germany & Croatia '12

Going to Germany always feels like coming home. Knowing, that there is someone waiting for us to arrive, always makes me really excited.

I spent the first couple of years of my life in Germany, I grew up surrounded by really nice people with funny accents and ate the most delicious foods, like the Thuringian sausage for supper.

I never noticed how beautiful Germany is and how characteristic most of us Germans are; until we moved.

Now we go back twice a year and we stay with my aunt & her family. We grew up together and she is more to me than just an aunt.

We didn’t really do much that is worth jotting down, it was really hot and we prefered to stay inside the cool house. I went to walk with her dog 3 times a day though, Sally & I took very beautiful, long walks.

And we cooked together every day. 3 women, 1 kitchen, many ideas means a lot of different dishes!

It always makes me sad when we have to leave again, I love Germany, I love the people living there and I love my aunt & uncle and their children!

We went back home in order to re-pack because only a few days later we left for Croatia.

The drive to Croatia was long, we were stuck in a traffic jam at the border to Croatia for 2.5 hours! Out of boredom I started waving at children in the cars next to us, I made a lot of new friends that day, haha!

We all were so glad when we finally arrived at Porec. Porec is a tiny city at the coast.

We immediatley unpacked and explored the town. It is such a charming place to be!

It was a very nice trip, we always had about a hundred degrees and I sure got tan.

This happened by accident but I like it a lot!

On a ship to a town that was once led by Pirates

Soil in Croatia

Summer Sadness

For today it’s just going to be a few pictures.

Karma

Karma

The ground quakes as you gallop. The air quivers as you whinny. My skin is bestrewn with goose bumps as you breath into my face and into my hands. My hand shivers to the softness of your fur, to the touch of your velvet nostrils.

No one will ever understand why I love you as much as I do. And that is okay because I don’t have the words to tell them. I fail to put our relationship into words.

They’ll never know, that a touch of your soft mouth is as soothing as a mother’s hand’s caress, that sobbing and crying into your mane is as if softly crying into a pillow at night and that you licking the tears on my face is as consoling as nothing else in this world. 

There wil be more posts about her following soon!

Me

Introduction

Well, I thought it was time to write a few words about me, eventhough there really isn’t much to tell.

I always find it very hard to describe myself, I never seem to find the right words.

But I’ll try.

First of all, I am no ordinary girl. My whole family isn’t ordinary, we are different from other families. But different good.

Eventhough I haven’t spent much time on this earth yet, I know a lot about it, I’ve seen a lot of it. More than some people get to see in their whole life. We travel a lot, go to many different countries. A few times a year we pack our bags and go some place new. And we move a lot. We are not nomadic, but we have lived in a few different places.

I have made many, many friends, I wouldn’t want to miss anymore. As I can always count on them, they can always count on me.

Generally, I am a person that gives up a lot for her beloved ones. I stay up long at night to listen to a sobbing friend on the phone, I wake up early to accompany a friend to the airport and say goodbye, I skip a few hours of school to pay a visit to a heart-broken friend that needs someone to talk to.

Still, I am imperfect. I make mistakes, and many of those, too! But I try to learn from them and give my best to never do them again. I am a very optimistic person. I’m usually not the one to moan or fuss about something, if I’m annoyed about something, I do something about it. I open my mouth and I say what I think. This characteristic caused me to not always make friends, a lot of people can’t stand to hear the truth. 

There are a lot of people, special people, that have made me who I am today, I am very thankful, to have those people in my life, they made me an original, different, a non-stereo-type.

They are the ones that tell me to stop dreaming. I am a dreamer. Usually I dream about what my life would be like if my parents wouldn’t have made one specific choice.Who I’d be now.  But that’s a different story .. you might get to hear it one day.

I think it’s time I stopped talking about myself, I could go on and on (didn’t I say there was not much to tell? Funny, how there is, if you take some time to think about it .. ) and would probably bore you. 

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