Alice is wondering...

Today is the day when I sit down and write. I always need to find that 'fire starter' topic for me, and then it just flows. To be honest, I pity people who are so insecure that they have to offend others, while everybody knows how miserable they are. Today I came across a comment of one of my old classmates who was, how to put in nicely in words, the subject of most of jokes made during our high school classes. He could even eat the content of his nose during a lecture.  And it turns out that this pathetic sun of a gun has enough of self confidence to say, that people who swap their genders should be isolated from the 'normal' people because it is not healthy. These are some big words from someone who had been laughed off thousand times in a 4 year time for his ridiculous statements! Isolate? As far as I'm concerned, Hitler had some 'isolation' ideas too, and it ended up pretty bad. How can one person judge another in the terms of  happiness? ...

Photo by Elena Pasca http://www.elenapasca.com/ I'm sipping the hell out of my morning coffee. One more search for ''The Heit Report'' in catalogus of Amsterdam's Central Library and I can start writing (damn report, I'll have to buy you instead of waiting for any kind of move from the librarians!). Last weekend I left my dark, cold cave of unnecessary lack of confidence and I shared my most intimate works with other participants of writing workshop. Workshop itself was as wonderful as my imagination assumed it will be, however what is more important, I was in one room for 6 hours each day with other women who try to make their way in life, through expressing reality in words and most likely- publishing it online. I know that bloggers community can be seen as teenage girls who post bunch of crap on facebook each day (including pictures of their breakfasts, cats and sunsets), but that's not the whole story. I met women who write professional blogs...

The apartment was all clean. Martha took care even of the flowers on the balcony, just in case Sean would like to go for a smoke outside. He did it sometimes. He would just grab his Marlboro tobacco and go roll a cigarette in the middle of the darkest night. Martha would usually stay in bed and try to reminisce this moment. For her, their meetings were about something more than just sex. She liked to prepare for them the whole afternoon. She would first clean the whole place up, lit up a scent stick to give the air sweet smell of opium. Next she would take care of herself. Martha was a pretty young woman. She just turned 26 and you could tell her age only if she put a lot of make up on her face. Without it she looked just like a youngster who's in her 20's. She was a waitress in a local Italian restaurant, she had her own small apartment which she shared with a cat called Frank. She could afford a nice life, without any extravaganza, though.. As good as it sounds...