Printemps

Hitchhiking takes me 150km from Milano.

Northern Italy. Blue shirts, black ties: no rides.

Slept in the toilets of some highway station.

Morning. Dutchman takes me to Milano.

Train to Ventimiglia, french border.

Icelandic volcano + railway strikes: Ventimiglia - Nice overcrowded.

Nice, no trains to Toulouse. Strike: undetermined duration.

Internet, car sharing website, call, get a lift.

Nice - home, the same night, for 15 euros.

Total distance: 1550 km

Total duration: 42h

Total cost: 60€, food included.

Springtime on the hills of the Low Pyrenees.

Beautiful road. Family gathering, breakfasts in the sun, flowers around.

Food.

Ate too much. Sick.

Way back to Toulouse.

Unavoidable "Watcha gonna do with your life, my son" talk with parents.

Sick.

yeast invasion! jar emergency!

Hey people!
The other day, at Zeko trip, we mixed some flour and water to make some glu for the mask. But we didn't use it, and I recycled it into yeast (you know, the thing that makes bread rise). As I had already attempted this a few times, without success, I didn't expect much from this one. But it turned out to be more than fine: it's damn powerful! The most rubbery, bubbly, active yeast I ever made. I could make bread for the whole town now. I have 6 half-full jars already, and if it works well, quantities will double everyday.


- Wait, what's that noise...
(bubbling sound in the back)

- What? I didn't hear anything?.
(silence)

Well, mmmh. Anyway I could just throw lots of it but it would be a waste. So I'm looking for jars, big jars, many big jars so I can store the ever growing yeast!

(louder bubbling sound)

- Hey, what the f....!
- Oh my god! It's alive!
- Aaaaaaargh it's got my leg. Run, Sandy! Go get some help!
- But what about you, John?!!!
- It's too late for me, Sandy, but you are still young! Run while you can!
- I will never forget you John
- I love you Sandy...
- Oh! John...

(sunset on the beach)

John dies. The Monster Yeast slowly eats him, starting from the left foot. Sandy runs slow-motion on the beach, with her tits showing off through her wet white shirt and her blonde hair dancing in the wind.
Will she managed to reach the camp and warn everyone about the Monster Yeast?

But my point is, I need jars. So if you have any, please bring them to Pekarna. Thanks.
P.

Exit

Kosilo

The first neighbourhood lunch happened on January 23rd and it was a success.
A young Slovene-Sri Lankan couple came, and a lady and her daughter joined us a while later.
We were sitting in the block hall, and lots of people passed by, all smiling and promising to join "drugič".
It was the first milestone, the ground for future evolution and development. We commited to make it for often, at least when springtime would come. The grassy area in front of the building could welcome picnics and various performances - theater, screenings...

Olisok

You noticed my style is pretty monotonous today.
I'm going through some kind of "flat" phase.
Although Dušan, Urška, Gregor or the bands would compliment me on the job I did for the benefit concert last night, I myself know, for having lived it minute by minute during the evening, that I was not present, physically nor mentally, every time I should have. A thousand little things I fucked up, which I usually handle quite well. With light and sound management, relating to the people, organizing the evening...
This is a symptoma of my overall tireness. Or maybe the tireness makes me see everything black-ish.
I also have the feeling that, halfway into my EVS, I haven't accomplished anything nor even properly integrated in the team. Yeah, sure, I give a hand. But what do I bring new, how do I modestly but concretely try to improve Pekarna's programme and its realization? How am I Dušan Dobiaš, somehow? Still wondering...

Rad bi šel na praznike, but as yesterday gave me hope for warmer days, today rain came back, too.

So... where's the fuckin' exit?

Paul

PS: I'm not depressed

Marre y bore?

Tout est blanc.
La neige tombe en silence.
Les gens ont disparu, les voitures sont sans vie.
La vile a retrouvé la torpeur de l'hiver, enfin.
Calme mais résolue, la neige, telle une mere bienveillante, l'a arrachée d'un sourire tendre a ses précipitations quotidiennes, pour lui tendre une tasse de chocolat chaud.

...

Looks like what I'll learn this year is not what I expected.
Looks like what I'll get instead is way more valuable.
Isn't it what EVS is about?

...

Another thing:
"By far, the most important advice I have given this summer (and the “secret” of how I can actually learn languages) is to not speak English. Please don’t take this lightly. Depending on how serious you are about reaching the best level you can, this decision can make all of the difference. It is extremely hard because it can be very lonely and frustrating not being able to communicate all that you want when there may be so many other expats around ready to chat with you in your native-tongue, but I have to warn you that frankly I’ve met hundreds of aspiring learners who have failed in making much progress because of using English as the language that they socialise in. Lots of people learn languages very well while also speaking English in their spare time, but in my experience they do it much slower than those who are 100% dedicated.

This is why I can learn languages so quickly, and has nothing to do with magical or genetic talents. Not speaking English is a decision you have to make as soon as possible if you want to learn as quickly as possible. Don’t wait until you are “ready”, because you may never consider yourself ready. Just speak!"