Beaching with strangers

I am in love with Aarhus since spring came. Forests, animals, sand, colors, sea shells, the wonderful smell of salty sea, flowers, sun, happy faces, kids, bikers (who like to wave at me and show off :D)...ah...everything I could wish for. I would definetly love living here now...and the houses next to the beach invite me to dream and build fairy tales.

As I was saying, today I took a box with some of my stuff to deliver them home by bus. So, I had the opportunity again to interact with Romanians...and it felt strange. I felt weird because I felt like I had to act differently  I felt like a reject and as if I didn't go in the picture of my world. I am afraid I seem arrogant ..I can see people feeling this attitude in me...and I strongly try to avoid acting like that...so I just preferred to leave the box, take Marketa and leave as soon as possible. Marketa said that the scene had a certain colour in it, a colour you don't see in Danes...the bus drivers, the clothes, the language, the attitude and the broken scale for luggage added a certain sense of life to the image...a sense I feel, but for which I feel like changing myself in order to fit in.

A group of unknown people came to stay at our place over the night. They are Czech, 2 boys and 2 girls...friends of friends. Since we have a free room we offered to hold them over the night...and what a night...I didn't have so much fun in a while...we had a mixture of everything - red wine with bier with strong Czech alcohol and special cookies...and the result was strong...extreme hangover but happy, relaxed mood.

One of the guys told me that he was last summer in Bucharest and he felt in love with Motoare...he brought back the place in my mind...I miss it...I miss the noise of the people there, the music, the warm summer wind, the bier...I could never get enough of it...hanging out - doing nothing. To the beach we go...for picnic and volley ball. :*

To live, love, laugh, hug & cry

Tomorrow I will send home the first part of my life in Aarhus, a box of clothing and books.

I am so bad at keeping in touch with people. My Mexican friend, David went to Taiwan this week and met with my Taiwaness freind, Peggy...for me they both became people I answer to from time to time... forgetting the fun times we had together. I do this with all the friends separated from me by distance. I am afraid that this will happen with the friends I have now too :(...I know it will. I always promise to write and I never do...The riot in Chisinau reminded me of my MIRC friend Calin...I was so close to him at some point and I enjoyed talking to him...but then I don't know when everything stooped ..and now I don't know and I have no way of finding out if he's ok or not. I guess this makes me a bad friend and a bad person...I am too spoiled by the people around me...I should be ignored for a time and maybe then I will start reaching.

Today I gave permission to my parents to euthanise my dog, if they consider necessary. So on Saturday they will probably take her to the vet...and this is one of the most painful decisions I had to take in my life... controlling a life. I know she will not get better...and I know she will die and suffer an agonising pain before that. I hate this and I don't even want to imagine it...as selfish as it may sound...I am happy not to be there. I've took decisions over other lives before, but it has never been so painful...I will not buy a pet for a long time...

It should be normal for me by now to loose what I love because of time and distance...but it never stops hurting...

Culturaly

April is here and it brought along the super long and warm spring days. Finally some life in Denmark. How it looks?! Well…some already wear summer shoes, light clothes, sun glasses…convertible cars and motorbikes everywhere…along the river in the centre people are sitting with their faces in the sun…all in all…super chillin’. It sounds, looks and feels perfect when the sun is in your face while cycling home. Unfortunately my chronicle laryngitis is back and I can’t enjoy to the maximum. I was a bit voiceless these days, now it’s only in the morning and the evening…and the bad part is that I don’t have pills….I have to use natural stuff to treat it, ginger tea and honey and lemon, which is totally unusual for me…I need my pills damn it!

To get the best out of these wonderful days and since Iveta (Marketa’s friend) was here, and I get along very well we her, we decided to get a cultural view of Aarhus. And so, we went to some museums and the theater.

Aros (this is some sort of national art museum – very good, but again since it’s national it’s Danish).

Steno Museum (the university's museum of Science and Medical - where we did a lot of experiments on ourselves and even entered a vagina where you would heare the sounds a baby hears...it was a really good museum).

The last AAITC play was called "Crime on Goat island" and just like the last play we went to, it was very much focused on women. But this time it was a bit evil. Anyway...a great way to end the week.

I remember that, before leaving, somebody laughed at me when I said that I want to save the world. My thoughts were considered foolish and immature and the laughter made me feel embarrassed about my own dreams. Now, I am sorry about feeling ashamed…I should have stood straight and argue my case. What are we without culture, feelings, and the environment around us (animals, plants, stars etc.). Nothing. If we all have a goal on this planet than somebody must try to save them too, right?! Since when did thinking about something else than making money become immature and foolish!? I am also driven by money, and I truly accept that as a strong feature of my character…but this doesn't mean that I believe in them.

I am totally in love with the people around me. I feel myself as a different person since I am here. I don't mind people eating in bed, scrubbing the food from their plates and making sounds...I don't mind a lot of the things that irritated me at home. I am way more relaxed and non judgemental. I take people as they are...and I am starting to take on the whole Jante law thing with "sorry" and "thank you" all the time, and it makes me feel good...though I would be considered a fool in other places. I don't know if this should make me feel good or bad...but the thought of changing now frightens me when I think about returning home...I actually cannot believe that it is April...my 8th month of Denmark and 2 months away from returning home...a thing which brings chills down my spine...I am truly afraid of returning home now...I pray to get my internship in Spain.