There are two distinct voices inside me the last couple of years. The First one is ready for Home. That means coziness, protection, understanding and mutual respect, that means Family in all aspects. The Second one is about indefatigable trip&adventures passion. It tells I should, by all means, come...
There are two distinct voices inside me the last couple of years. The First one is ready for Home. That means coziness, protection, understanding and mutual respect, that means Family in all aspects. The Second one is about indefatigable trip&adventures passion. It tells I should, by all means, come back to Mljet under sail and with salty water thoughts under my nose, reach Scottish mountains and dance there a couple of reel sets with guys in kilts, no matter what dive into the Burning Man world and most assuredly close my eyes and sink into the organ music sound in a Parisian cathedral, drop over a couple of balls all over the Europe and after that pick up my knapsack and move to Germany to live.
At first sight, those two voices are incredibly incompatible.
But if the heart is perspicacious, everything becomes clear. The Home is not a box of 4 walls with a cozy light of Ikea lamps.The Home- is a Man. The Man-coziness, Man- protection, Man-understanding and mutual respect, a Family in all aspects. A Man nearby in Scottish mountains, London fog, Tunisian sands, on the Ancient Rome vestiges, under the masonry vault of European castles and the most scaring place- everyday life.
And when the voices are in a harmony, the beautiful song makes more precious the investigation of the World.
