Alice is wondering...

I am sitting here on the couch in my living room, sipping from a half full glass of water. It is a gray day, it is raining and the wind seems to be announcing the autumn is here to stay. The window is open and all the sounds coming from the streets hit my ears. An ambulance passing by, the trams, the planes flying over our heads. I also recognize all the sounds from the staircase; neighbors coming home after day at work, neighbor from upstairs taking his dog for a walk. No, I didn't do too much today, not physically. Although I let myself spend the day on different sorts of reflections. I look at the images outside of the window and they do not seem very welcoming. The wind blows hard and it shakes the leaves off from the tree, so it will be naked soon. I noticed a half- open window in an empty apartment across the backyard. There is a gray curtain in the window and it's dancing thanks to the wind coming inside. I would say it's a rather sad dance. The curtain would love...

So they say that I am shy, I will tell you why. I don't talk about the weather, I hide my hands inside of the sleeves of my sweater, I don't brag about my weekend, You would know better if you have just listened. I can stay in silence for a day, I don't mind if the sky turns gray. I feel at ease when not told what to do, I feel at ease when I'm being spoken to. Just don't tell me about your shoes, Or which deodorant you currently use. Please speak about love and tragedies, Tell me about your secret remedies. Listen with me to the moon, Watch with me the stars in bloom. Tell me what scares you in this world, I will tell you what I fear the most. Say that you believe in love, I can't be the only one. (...) *** Love is a word someone has made up, It does mean something but nobody knows what. *** As I sit and watch you not wanting me, I realize it is you who abandoned this dream. But that does not hurt as much as the fact, That you ...

I don't understand the concept of life. Not entirely. I have a feeling like there is something special that still needs to happen because I can't and don't want to believe that I've been brought to this world (not to mention- by an accident) just to eat, sleep, shit and arrive at work on time. It simply can't be it. Not with the way that I see the world and how I experience every day life. People I speak with, conversations we have, things that are happening around me. There must be more to that. And I am tired of waiting, I am so done with sitting by the window, looking at the tree in the backyard and wondering how many more changes of  seasons have to come for something to happen. Don't get me wrong, recent events have proved me right. Life can get much more intense and complex than I would ever dare to imagine. This year is really crucial. I think I am turning into a woman. Until now I was this scared little girl who wouldn't open her mouth if she w...

Reception, midday, a couple in their 50's enters the hotel. The receptionist notices them and 5 of their huge bags. She knows, she already knows how is this going to go. She puts on a very welcoming smile and greets the couple with a simple 'Good afternoon'. By the look on the guests faces she can tell- no speaking English. First thing that comes out of the man's mouth is 'Speaking Spanish?' which sounds more like 'speaky Spani?' and all his hope and good mood fades a little bit as the receptonist shakes her head and says 'No'. Well, she could add this word which exclaims she's kinda sorry for that, which would be ' Unfortunately no, Sir' but honestly she is not really sorry for not speaking Spanish/French/Italian or Russian for that matter. It always seems to disappoint travellers who go around the world with that assumption that someone there has to, absolutely has to speak their language. And one thing the receptionist has bee...