Life is an orange!

It’s about a boy. Like all the kids. And there were moments in his life when even his life surprised him. And he could not find any answers for all his dilemmas. Every time our boy used to go to his father to find out a kind of answer for all his anxious dilemmas. „Life is an orange” was the father’s answer. But he never understood why this life can be an orange.

The time has passed, and our boy is not a boy anymore. He grown up, he has his own family and he is a dad. His father is old and sick, somewhere in a hospital. In every moment he can die. His son had in mind to ask his father before he die, why “life is an orange”? He came closer to his ear and asked him:

- Dad, please can you tell me why this life is an orange? Since I was a kid I was very curious to find out why for all my questions you gave me just one answer: “life is an orange”. Please don’t go away, without telling me the last answer. Pleeaasssseee…

- Son, you don’t know why this life is an orange? To be honest with you, I don’t know either.

And after these words the old man died.

Sometimes there are some moments in my life, when even this life surprised me. And I still have questions, like our boy. I still need to ask somebody for an answer. Growing up, I’ve realised that all my questions are in fact my answers.

Good night !

The secret to true friendship is simply to first realize

Maybe I should have start this blog writing about friends. I’ve realized that you can have real friends much better with foreign people. I don’t know way, but from my previous experience I’ve seen that I can socialized much better with them. The language can be like a wall sometimes, but every time I convince myself finding reasons that this is not a problem.

Because I start to write about friends a have to mention 3 crazy guys: Bart (Poland), Aytac (Turkey) and Can (Turkey again). I mentioned only them because I spent most of my time with them and I had great moments with them. Every one is special in his own way, they have different sense of humor, different stories etc. It’s so nice when you find out that we have common words, common habits, same challenges, and same problems.

All students from all over the word are the same. They really know what it means to save money, to be with out any penny in your pocket, the same stories about parents, girls and parties.

Here is for you Bart, Aytac and Can. I salute you !!!

Cheers Brothers.

Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent!

In the last 2 weeks I’ve been in 3 big belgium cities: Bruges, Antwerp and Ghent. Every city is special in different way. But there are still many things in common. The buildings, everything is very clean, the pubs, the cathedrals, people are the same. By the way, a have a new look.

Antwerp (8 march) is a very old city. Long time ago, Antwerp was one of the most important financial centers of the world, it is first of all a very dynamic city, offering a perfect mix of history and present-day modern life.

 

But in Bruges(21 Feb.) was pretty different. If you don’t know, Bruges was the capital of European Culture in 2002, a city which still receives millions of tourists every year. The historical center is not so big. The only mode of public transport inside the city is bus. So if you have a car, I suggest you to find a parking place outside de city. If you can stay away from the chocolate-shops, you can find wonderful places, but pretty expensive. If you have been in Sibiu, take a look and see Bruges, and please let me know.

Ghent (27 Feb.) is a university city full of students and young people. The center of Ghent is quite small, so you can walk around on foot.

In Ghent I had the opportunity to spend one day with a Belgium family. We took diner in their dining room, with their children. We were guests and they treat us like guests. They are very highly read persons, they were traveling a lot, very open minded, in special with children. It’s very nice to see and meet people like them. Really.

The Poem Event

At the end of this day we prepared a special moment for them: every one was supposed to read some famous poems from their country. Some of them read their pomes very fast only to “escape”, some of them did their best. More or less. I was the last one who read the poems and put an end of that beautiful day. But, being honest I was the “man of the show”. Because in my case, I preferred to read my own poems. Not just only read, but the way how I read them was very nice. When I finished, all the people raised up in their fetes and they applauded for couple of minutes. I admit, that day was one of my best days since I’m here. For more days like this one…Cheers.

Stay close, because the next post will about Amsterdam.

See you there.