tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56431388880152902042024-03-14T11:36:37.015+01:00Aneta StrohovaAnetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.comBlogger219125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-3853563906052477152024-02-23T11:52:00.004+01:002024-02-23T12:30:12.402+01:00život v portugalsku, algarve: stezka po Seven Hanging Valleys<h3 style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphenpS5_fpqp0hqUCRbOuI_Q7PN8V1l9B3Y82Jyzl8tKVEwVueU3-lgdpcx8BzXXO9_wLkqurGgqIHtLK8U0PwlA0N9JFUBO-f7e-BNx0PCmn1Zs1YyjzStEExnLk01FElCj9Z5xOTmav6QjiH1TNhu64h62gWJNWXM5Y0tU1ndzx5mnLQYkHb7UcrqoM56/s1920/N%C3%A1vrh%20bez%20n%C3%A1zvu.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="život v portugalsku - algarve" border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" 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both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">tato trasa vede z Praia da Marinha, přes Praia de Vale Centeanes až po Carvoeiro a </span><b style="text-align: left;">byla vybrána organizací European Best Destinations jako jedna z nejlepších turistických tras v Evropě, celá cesta se drží po pobřeží a ukáže vám ty nejkrásnější pláže slunného Algarve.</b><span style="text-align: left;"> při túrách po okrově zbarvených útesech vystupujících z azurově zbarvených vod se přesvědčíte, že jižní Portugalsko je jednou z nejúžasnějších pobřežních oblastí na světě.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b>v tomto rychlo průvodci v části Lagoa vám představím, kdy a kde začít, kde se najíst a kterým směrem se vydat:</b></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">až po Carvoeiro je to cirka 10km po pobřeží, nahoru a dolu. pokud jedete na kolech či autem, tak se budete muset vracet na místo startu, je to tedy větší zátež, co se týče fyzičky i pro kolena. převýšení je kolem 400m.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>stezka vede přes tyto pláže: Praia da Marinha – </b><b>Carvalho Beach </b><b>–</b><b> </b><b>Praia de Benagil – Alfanzina Lighthouse – Praia de Vale Centianes - Carvoeiro.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">já se stezku dávám pravidelně, někdy jen po částech, kvůli autu. ale pokud se sem dopravíte například boltem (je levnější než uber), pak do dvou a půl hodin dojdete do Carvoeiro, v případě odpočinku a zkoušení plážových barů, to je cesta na celé odpoledne.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGfLHkZP3ZDawcs8lhcU-9k_xWwgsJV-5mcek6MDmnxeyPfKAyl3X1h24SU040E8qUZrpvp87Ffn4DHH2rAM2aIDMiienStQiDmX5qjioLOlBlKUqsoEQTSzs54ULCyIRTFCu7rB2NMh3PlYwg-ouB2JHd19dZR4JQtRQOl9t4A9HpXgmppH8zvWMhFqk_/s1640/N%C3%A1vrh%20bez%20n%C3%A1zvu%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="život v portugalsku - algarve" border="0" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="1640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGfLHkZP3ZDawcs8lhcU-9k_xWwgsJV-5mcek6MDmnxeyPfKAyl3X1h24SU040E8qUZrpvp87Ffn4DHH2rAM2aIDMiienStQiDmX5qjioLOlBlKUqsoEQTSzs54ULCyIRTFCu7rB2NMh3PlYwg-ouB2JHd19dZR4JQtRQOl9t4A9HpXgmppH8zvWMhFqk_/s16000/N%C3%A1vrh%20bez%20n%C3%A1zvu%20(1).jpg" title="život v portugalsku - algarve" /></a></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;">Kde se nachází Percurso dos Sete Vales Suspensos (Seven Hanging Valleys):</h4><div><div style="text-align: justify;">stezka se nachází v západním Algarve v obci Lagoa. nejbližšími městy jsou Carvoeiro, Ferragudo a Armação de Pêra. větším městem by potom bylo Portimão. a začít byste měli buď na Praia da Marinha nebo ve městě Carvoeiro. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">nutno říci, že v odpoledních hodinách na Praia da Marinha bude plážový bar zavřený, ale v Carvoeiro (jakožto městečko) je plné barů a restaurací. <b>Praia da Marinha</b> je všeobecně považována za jednu z nejkrásnějších pláží v Evropě. při pohledu na tuto pláž se naskýtá řada pozoruhodných terénních útvarů, jako jsou jeskyně, kamenné oblouky, přírodní mosty a nejisté mořské komíny, kde hnízdí a odpočívají mořští ptáci. <b>v létě bývá plně narvaná lidmi, stejně tak i parkoviště. mnohokrát nenajdete místo na parkování ani v blízkém okolí (je zde parkování i pro karavany). opět doporučuji vyrazit do Alagrve mimo sezónu.</b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">ve většině průvodců pro tuto portugalskou stezku najdete její konec v <b>Vale Centianes</b>, ale není tomu tak. zde je pokračování stezky schováno, musíte jen vylézt na kopec před vámi, když lezete dolů ze schodů k pláži. stezka pokračuje u velké značky <b>O Stop baru</b>, sice to tak nevypadá, ale dá se tam projít a jakmile se opět vyškrábete na útesy, již trasu dál uvidíte a dojdete až do Carvoeiro, kde najdete spousty míst na občerstvení.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Obtížnost:</b> střední/středně vysoká; některé úseky mohou být pro starší nebo velmi mladé návštěvníky obtížnější, jelikož je zde stoupání a klesání poměrně často. pokud nemáte zrovna potrénováno, pořád se to dá ujít, míst na pauzy je hodně. jen tak na posezení nebo u plážových barů. doporučuji pevnější boty na výšlapy. tato klikatá túra pak odhaluje řadu skrytých překvapení, jako jsou hluboké rokle, odlehlé zátoky, lesní plácky a obrovské propadliny, kde je možné slyšet hukot vln.<b> taky zde najdete tu veleslavnou a instagramovou pláž Benagil.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><b>dovolená a počasí v Algarve, kdy vyrazit na dovolenou do Portugalska?</b></h3><div style="text-align: justify;">po letech života v portugalsku, vám mohu doporučit jaro a podzim, klidně i zimu, jelikož s oteplováním se nemusíte tolik bát špatného počasí. ledny bývají v portugalsku teplé, algarve je vždy slunečnější než zbytek země. pokud nejste ten typ, co se potřebuje smažit na pláži celý den, ale preferuje aktivní dovolenou za mírného počasí, pak Algarve je ta nejlepší volba během studenějších měsíců. v Portugalsku nejvíce prší v dubnu a květnu, někdy v únoru.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">vyvarovala bych se létu, kdy teploty lezou nad čtyřicet stupňů a pochod pod ostrym sluncem je sebevražda. a pláže jsou plné k prasknutí. berte na vědomí<b>, že portugalci si berou dovolené v srpnu, takže tady nebudete jen vy a další turisti, ale i zbytek portugalska, plus velká část španělska.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b>tipy na cestování po Algarve a celkově po Portugalsku:</b></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><h4><b>- od podzimu 2023 jsou zakázaný kajaky (Benagil) a dostanete se do těch známých jeskyň pouze na lodi a nesmíte vystoupit.</b></h4></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- google maps nejsou často relevantní, co se týče umístění a jízdy autem. místo přesného jména památky, vždy raději zadejte nejbližší parkoviště. taky by vás to mohlo nasměrovat na neexistující místo, ze kterého jen tak nevyjedete nebo odděláte auto. věřte mi, již jsme to zažili na vlastní kůži.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- pokud půjdete tuto stezku, můžete si vybrat jen dotyčná místa a přejíždět postupně. není potřeba to celé jít pěšky, abyste to viděli.</div><h4 style="text-align: justify;">- všechny zastávky: Praia da Marinha – Benagil – Praia do Carvalho – Alfanzina Lighthouse – Praia do Vale de Centianes - Carvoeiro.</h4><div style="text-align: justify;">- nejlepší bary na pláži jsou: <b>O Stop na Praia do Vale de Centeanes</b> (i když obsluha je občas šílená) a během sezóny je otevřená restaurace u A Boneca jeskyně.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>- A Boneca byla do nedávna jedna z těch schovanějších jeskyn, nyní se tam v létě čeká fronta na fotku. je to známé okénku ve skále. mam to dole na fotkách.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>- trasa je značena žlutou a červenou</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCXtNjDGWmNMd3m0mVtW8yqFZhgvRWb1xSk8oejI_GZHHJgeOMIX_KvE1_6KaNd5xEOh3exSA5vrLAhxv_Kow0BvFnApsMb0MNUvEfX0VHXLoGPcMXmbisYhUrNQU5PdXwEyprMX_VWXz8-0BLtRj2FUpNmxqGrY_vLeGkqWGM5gpx0HJ7BYORx2vJDegC/s1776/IMG_0354.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="život v portugalsku - algarve" border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitUCI1D3_fARJrZJYlQRBPV1QuyVUU9hdd7972evijXk6e2Tne_51_oFgQxCwR5ZzwhlLeYep-RXmyDi7vwgpPBKVrxqX72iLQ-90tl3Tjy-4VmKJAynhTfIVjhg49BCZuHAyK9mLxWgfXUuLUBcFSkbIBdgtmE1Zh78sRZ329VrwkKFyO-AmsFoNvzlTV/s3024/IMG_7598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="kde jsi, když nejsi" border="0" data-original-height="2365" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitUCI1D3_fARJrZJYlQRBPV1QuyVUU9hdd7972evijXk6e2Tne_51_oFgQxCwR5ZzwhlLeYep-RXmyDi7vwgpPBKVrxqX72iLQ-90tl3Tjy-4VmKJAynhTfIVjhg49BCZuHAyK9mLxWgfXUuLUBcFSkbIBdgtmE1Zh78sRZ329VrwkKFyO-AmsFoNvzlTV/s16000/IMG_7598.jpg" title="kde jsi, když nejsi" /></a></div><br /><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a>pojďme se dneska bavit o Radce Třeštíkové. nebo se pojďme tvářit, že se budeme bavit o ní, ale přitom shrneme si všudypřítomný sexismus a to hlavně v podání čecháčství, s jakým kritici přistupují k jejímu psaní.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>něž autorka vydala <b>Kde jsi, když nejsi</b>, nikdy jsem si nemyslela, že po ni šáhnu. z prostého důvodu, nejsem cílovka, nikdy jsem na ni neslyšela vyloženě chválu, co se týče knih. poslední, co si od ní pamatuji jsou Bábovky a komentář na sociálních sítích: to snad nikdo needitoval, takže to nemá cenu ani číst. dál jsem si autorky nevšímala. stejně tak není moje krevní skupina a ve světě sociálních sítí jde mimo mě. ani mi nikdy nezkřížila cestu přes lidi, co sleduji já. až na bulvár. tomu jsem nikdy neporozuměla, proč jsou jí tak posedlí. a zlí?</p><p><br /></p><p>a teď se dostáváme k jádru pudla. autorka vydala <b>Kde jsi, když nejsi</b>. první kritiku, kterou jsem přečetla na knihu, jsem neshledala konstruktivní, spíš jako zaujatou, zapšklou a plytkou. proč? kniha je vulgární, o sexu, název otřesnej, co si to ta ženská dovoluje, je to hnus české literatury. </p><p>nikdo se moc nezajímal, jak je to napsáno, a co se snaží autorka předat. </p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>a tady vážení přestává veškerá legrace. </b>protože ať si o autorce myslíte, co chcete, v mém světě nikdo nebude kritizovat ženu za to, že si dovolí psát otevřeně o intimnostech, po třicítce, dovolí si napsat pár sprostých slov - tak ji proženeme peklem. aneb upalme tu čarodějnici.</p><p><br /></p><p>ráda bych pokračovala menší vsuvkou že mistr Viewegh je u maturity, rád se vtěluje do ženy, píše o tom nesmyslné odstavce, očividně si dost nesáhl na prsa a ženský orgasmus neviděl ani z rychlíku, přesto si dovolí o něm psát. pokud se nepletu, je to i on, kdo zatahoval do sexuálního světa patnáctileté dívky? a nemusíme ani chodit moc daleko, abychom zjistili, že se Hartl v jeho nové knize taky převtěluje do ženy a taky si jenom šahá na prsa. v rámci kolektivního štěstí a upokojení mužského pokolení, si taky na ty prsa šáhnu. a nejenom z toho důvodu, že se bojím, abych tam nenašla bulku.</p><p><br /></p><p>a tak jsem seděla před tou kritikou, ne jednou, Radky Třeštíkové, která si dovolila rozebrat chtíč její postavy v knize. ta hanba.</p><p>nedalo mi to.</p><p>kamarádka mi na podzim půjčila Veselí, jelikož jsem nechtěla hned začít její poslední knihou. chtěla jsem si udělat úvod do autorky psaní, chtěla jsem pochopit, jak píše, její styl. byla jsem z knihy unešena? nebyla. téma bylo skvělé. návrat z velkoměsta do vesnice. v jejím psaní jsem se nenašla, přesto jsem si početla hezky. a to se od knihy očekává. konečně jsem asi pochopila, proč je tak oblíbená na druhé straně spektra knižního světa, kde ji milují všichni. pravda je taková, že jsem nenašla nikoho v neutrální zóně. buď ji milujete nebo nenávidíte. co si budem, jestli tohle neni začátek misogynie, tak nevim, co je.</p><p><br /></p><p>a dnes jsem konečně dočetla Kde jsi, když nejsi. nechám si tady poznámku, kterou mi sdělila kamarádka, že si myslí, jak je náš způsob psaní podobný. když jsem knihu dočetla, ani tolik nevidím podobnost psaní jako panující celoknižní smutek, a to je něco, v čem se ráda hledám. a i když nejsem cílovka, svatba a ani děti u mě nehrozí, tak jsem se v tom s těžkým srdcem našla. a občas bolestí na hrudi, jelikož je dost věcí, co si nechci přiznat. ale hezky popořadě.</p><p>prvních šedesát stránek bylo utrpení, nebudu vám lhát. chtěla jsem to odložit a odsouhlasit vše, co jsem si načetla za kritiku. pak se to zlomilo a nedalo se přestat. samotný zhýralý a provokativní sex byl všehovšudy na třech stránkách, žádná obscénnost se nekonala, nerozumím, kde se vzal blud, že kniha je jen o sexu. </p><p>knih o sexu si český rybníček moc nenačetl. doporučuji Pod střechami paříže od Henry Miller, a pak si povíme, co je to oplzlý a přes čáru. nebo 120 dnů Sodomy. když už bychom teda chtěli něco perverzního. tyto dvě knihy spadají do klasické literatury. přesto Dáša (hlavní hrdinka) zmiňuje, že si to rozdala s mladším mužem v autě, a češi se křižují. chraň bůh, aby si to žena užívala. ale možná se na to zeptáme hartla, ten nám to vysvětlí. když už se do nás rád vtěluje.</p><p><br /></p><p>ale teď vážně, kniha se mě dotkla. ať už si o hlavní hrdince myslíte, co chcete, ta úzkost, samota, smutek rodičky, která musí udělat všechno, jen aby uspokojila chlapa a její okolí, aby si sousedky nepovídaly, aby uspokojila vlastní matku hraním si na krásnou rodinu, chlapa, který ji terorizuje a nevidí jako ženu, ale jako stroj na domácí štěstí a ještě mu ho pravidelně podržet. </p><p>hlavní hrdince je třicetšest let. to není žádný věk. a možná, když už nejsem od toho věku tak daleko, mi z toho nebylo do smíchu. mám doopravdy už před sebou jen pár let, kdy o mě někdo zavadí pohledem, než začnu být zoufalá, stará a nelíbivá? to už není smutek, tady začíná existenciální krize všech žen.</p><p><b>krize z té trýzně žití ženy pod taktovkou společnosti.</b> autorka vystihla mor poslední doby a ten mor se potom na ni podepsal pod kritikou. mor dnešní doby je společnost, která se tváří, jak je progresivní, ale když vás nedokonalá normálnost praští do očí, černé na bílém, tváříme se, že jsme na morální výši. </p><p>protože pokud něco češi jsou, tak morálně vysoko. a nejlépe vůči sousedce, kamarádce, sestře, kolegyni. kniha je pilířem základního problému občanského kolektivu: samota ženy bez podání pomocné ruky. ženy, která si o pomoc říká hodně dlouho, ale nikdo to nechce vidět, protože by nám to mohlo zkazit pohled na ten krásně vykreslený svět. třeba na sociálních sítích. </p><p>nikdo nechce vidět ženu po přicítce odcházející od rodiny s mladším mužem. ale když to probíhá opačně, tak je to v pořádku. </p><p>měla sis vybrat lépe. mělas to udělat jinak. neměla sis ho brát. nemělas s nim zůstávat. proč sis s nim dělala děti?</p><p><br /></p><p>jistě, některé dialogy byly za mě nesnesitelné, předposlední kapitola z pohledu muže mi taky nebyla příjemná. ale není to právě to ono? není literatura o tom, že nás má vzít někam, kde jsme ještě nebyli? má nám představit jiné druhy psaní, vyprávění a příběhů. <b>nelíbí se to snad proto, že to většina čechů žije a nechce slyšet pravdu?</b> kniha jako celek není styl, po kterém normálně sahám. já potřebuji srdceryvné rozchody, psychické problémy, lásku v podivným podobách, hloubavost, dlouhé odstavce o ničem, podstatě bytí a marnivosti světa. kniha ale představila krásnou strukturu ženství, chtíče a volá po viditelnosti ženského světa a trápení.</p><p><br /></p><p>z mého pohledu, kniha bude doceněna až později. a troufám si to takto komentovat, jelikož mam načteno, orientuji se v literatuře a v zahraničním rybníčku by takový povyk kniha neudělala. líbí se mi, že se toho autorka nebála a pustila to do světa. jak říkám, i když není moje krevní skupina (podle ale čeho? prezentaci na sítích a bulváru? - to taky není přijatelné měřítko, není přece pravdivé), ráda si třeba příští léto přečtu další. myslím, že autorsky je zde velký potenciál.</p><p>a všem rejpalům, negativní reklama je taky reklama. jen kvůli blbcům na internetu jsem se ke knize dostala, nenechám si názor měnit podle Vildy z Vidlákova a jeho názorům na úspěšnou ženu.</p><p><br /></p><p>ať se vám to líbí nebo ne, Třeštíková je úspěšná autorka bestsellerů a psát umí. to, že se vám nehodí do stylu, neznamená, že je špatná spisovatelka. <b>spisovatelky a knižní hrdinky tady nejsou od toho, aby vám byly sympatické, aby tady byly pro vaše morální standardy a naplňovaly vaše potřeby, které jste si vytvořili o světě na základě diktátu společnosti.</b> pokud přistupujeme k mužským autorům s tak otevřenou náručí, kde nám servírují nejen sexismus, ale i banální popisování pocitů žen a jejich sexuálního života, nechápu, proč jako společnost nejsme připravení na Třeštíkovou. </p><p>ať už působí jakkoliv, jako každá další žena nebyla dána na tento svět splňovat očekávání ostatních, natož mužů. <b>byla dána na tento svět, aby si dělala, co chce, kdy chce, s kým chce a jak chce. a pak o tom napsala. a za to velké díky.</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p>*nadpis článku je úryvek z knihy. jak jinak.</p><p><br /></p><div 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49.1993399tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-64124043926929403062023-07-31T11:59:00.007+02:002023-11-22T09:13:17.248+01:00newsletter: dopisy od anety<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHJB3QNJtmNdT6k9ep02AdyFeAlC-96kR3q-3Iof-tKV2m0noQEMLEwBcDT6Jcgm5-t3k8eI6GpXSJQw3PBzUzq54eUQupOSd-c92pZPtJFgddqNKtqA8DR5Mn8dufI_hT0QZNUBz1TGo2FK6B-3lN9NT7JyEL7FkTrH8vxFSy85jpUyv7B9N-TUalT6V/s2000/IMG_9699.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="aneta strohova" border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHJB3QNJtmNdT6k9ep02AdyFeAlC-96kR3q-3Iof-tKV2m0noQEMLEwBcDT6Jcgm5-t3k8eI6GpXSJQw3PBzUzq54eUQupOSd-c92pZPtJFgddqNKtqA8DR5Mn8dufI_hT0QZNUBz1TGo2FK6B-3lN9NT7JyEL7FkTrH8vxFSy85jpUyv7B9N-TUalT6V/s16000/IMG_9699.jpg" title="aneta strohova" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: left;"><b><span><a name='more'></a></span>krásného dne vážení,</b></h4><div><b><br /></b></div><p>na vědomí se dává i tady, že jsem začala posílat newsletter, přidávám tabulku k upsání a odkaz na první dopis světu. </p><p>budeme se bavit o všem, <b>o životě v Portugalsku</b>, a mimo Lisabon, jak nechceme splňovat podmínky diktované patriarchální společností s nádechem misogynistických poznámek od všech, ale zároveň si vylévat srdíčko na Taylor Swift, protože kdo nám více rozumí, žejo? pak taky tipy na cesty po Portugalsku, po Českém Švýcarsku a o tom, jak si brečim do polštáře, protože nemam chatku. jenom dvě divné kočky. ale zase toho nejlepšího parťáka na světě. takže si nemam na co stěžovat, ale mohu, tak budu. vidíme se tam.</p><p><b>nebude to spam, nebojte, ale možná vám první spadnou v mailu do spamu, tak kontrolujte i tam. budu ale posílat psaní sporadicky. </b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><h4 style="text-align: center;"><b>zde je odkaz na první a druhý dopis: <a 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</div></div></div></form></div></center><span><!--more--></span><span><!--more--></span><span><!--more--></span><span><!--more--></span><span><!--more--></span>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-5822522791636668652023-05-12T12:56:00.001+02:002024-01-26T13:10:18.203+01:00Průvodce po Azorech, São Miguel: tipy na místa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZPK3IBPNv4MHDqD-4nyzWFAWd1zHaITykhp3cdw-i_txtzqR_ton277azBCxCYjw4B1J38ZlmSeKMLA65d31epr6XIRAEd6thIGNhNjMJzbw9tk-4uMeyttnzyh-XV0-6b_blWsTiAf3DIQw7kQFX8Uo4HQbBburgeyQGMVlNJ1cAq4mQhh5XilEsYw/s4032/IMG_5517.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Průvodce - São Miguel" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZPK3IBPNv4MHDqD-4nyzWFAWd1zHaITykhp3cdw-i_txtzqR_ton277azBCxCYjw4B1J38ZlmSeKMLA65d31epr6XIRAEd6thIGNhNjMJzbw9tk-4uMeyttnzyh-XV0-6b_blWsTiAf3DIQw7kQFX8Uo4HQbBburgeyQGMVlNJ1cAq4mQhh5XilEsYw/s16000/IMG_5517.JPG" title="Průvodce - São Miguel" /></a></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Plánování dovolené na São Miguel je zábava samo o sobě.</b> Tady najdete ty nejúžasnější místa, která jsme my stihli navštívit. Není to všechno, co je na tomto Azorském ostrově, dá se toho najít a dělat mnohem více. Třeba sledování velryb a delfínů, to jsme vynechali a nebo jsme nestihli všechny termální lázně. Před výletem jsem si určila, co pro mě bylo důležité vidět na poprvé. <b>Proč chci vidět Azory? Co mě láká na nejexotičtějším a nejodlehleším místě Evropy?</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Jak jsem psala v minulém článku (<a href="https://www.ejnets.com/2023/05/pruvodce-azory.html" target="_blank">TADY</a>), São Miguel je kolem 200 dní v roce pod poklicí, mlhou, oparem, takže se může stát, že se vám některé výhledy neotevřou.</b> Nezoufejte, je tady spousty dalších míst, co navštívit a alespoň důvod se sem jednou vrátit. Připravte se, že na Azorech zažijete čtyři roční období v jednom dni. Pláštěnky sebou, pořádné boty, teplejší svetr, ale stejně tak si k tomu zabalte plavky a opalovací krém. Ostrov není tak velký dá se toho stihnout hodně.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglh-Oitxk4PC3QMkSq52tgyjgc3CEkXduw9JIYS3W07uYqKh0oUlbyIH9SUD9GyO_N7GB_HH-pMwYCbmaxqqHNZkYDVtUdSPwGX9kGmDTe5IiIl5jklepf_g6g_itj8qcfLoWw1989paI5wILpsFkNyPKkhwas1CfEpB8Mz-7Wix0nzwEbYjMk1wl2lg/s1776/8CE236C1-E962-484B-BF6D-5A0378546EBE-25008-0000035257B922FA.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Průvodce - São Miguel" border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglh-Oitxk4PC3QMkSq52tgyjgc3CEkXduw9JIYS3W07uYqKh0oUlbyIH9SUD9GyO_N7GB_HH-pMwYCbmaxqqHNZkYDVtUdSPwGX9kGmDTe5IiIl5jklepf_g6g_itj8qcfLoWw1989paI5wILpsFkNyPKkhwas1CfEpB8Mz-7Wix0nzwEbYjMk1wl2lg/s16000/8CE236C1-E962-484B-BF6D-5A0378546EBE-25008-0000035257B922FA.JPG" title="Průvodce - São Miguel" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Vodopády:</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> • Salto do Cabrito</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Poco Azul </p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Cascata do Segredo</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Salto da Farinha - blízko najdete ještě jeden na cestě k Poco Azul - stačí jen stoupak po hiku.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Cascata da Ribeira Quente</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Cascata do Salto do Prego - špatně jsme odbočili a vodopád jsme nakonec nenašli, ale cesta sem je nádherná a na trailu potkáte další vodopády.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Výhledy (Miradouros):</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Ponta da Madrugada</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Red Peak Mill - Moinho do Pico Vermelho</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Tromba do Elefante</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Ponta do Arnel</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Nossa Senhora da Paz</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• A Bota</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Buraco de São Pedro</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSHiaUHt3BNJabm0jf1vhp9SksTKs8rQMVA46xCPZ-BnpZ1fVaodU9eGQyXo8NhJwIRGOxQFqKclu-HPr-9d8kfJHIja-0BjFuOWKLsSyhBTgig10VxXUINyvJqSN2uWnW4zpwSdcrRccqrj0sty3nmtJgwk31sdSv4O0LRPLvU3ErHVIRQ6Y1QXC7g/s1776/IMG_3542.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Průvodce - São Miguel" border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSHiaUHt3BNJabm0jf1vhp9SksTKs8rQMVA46xCPZ-BnpZ1fVaodU9eGQyXo8NhJwIRGOxQFqKclu-HPr-9d8kfJHIja-0BjFuOWKLsSyhBTgig10VxXUINyvJqSN2uWnW4zpwSdcrRccqrj0sty3nmtJgwk31sdSv4O0LRPLvU3ErHVIRQ6Y1QXC7g/s16000/IMG_3542.JPG" title="Průvodce - São Miguel" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">• <b>Praia dos Mosteiros</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Piscinas Naturais de Mosteiros</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Furnas:</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Praínha de Água de Alto (na cestě do Furnas)</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>• Parque Terra Nostra </b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Fumarolas</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Lagoa das Furnas</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Capela de Nossa Senhora das Vitórias</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Poca da Tia Silvina - fontána pro (unavené) nožky</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjsUEQPWoFlxGmc_UGxc7YoNA0XkasICFVrJe9V8RhtAHABAxuvEIZadavLYO7TqvswwQo1T4yUne0F4g_IFKEuaSdyRlpSmVrKpudXVoBJ6hF7ycAQ8jUTTsy55nDUEKhmKGH7LQHOz9LbtnXVY67aWrfS6DCx1lqRMIQgFmC0OnwZo1SyNIPpJ3E_A/s1776/IMG_4326.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Průvodce - São Miguel" border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjsUEQPWoFlxGmc_UGxc7YoNA0XkasICFVrJe9V8RhtAHABAxuvEIZadavLYO7TqvswwQo1T4yUne0F4g_IFKEuaSdyRlpSmVrKpudXVoBJ6hF7ycAQ8jUTTsy55nDUEKhmKGH7LQHOz9LbtnXVY67aWrfS6DCx1lqRMIQgFmC0OnwZo1SyNIPpJ3E_A/s16000/IMG_4326.JPG" title="Průvodce - São Miguel" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">• <b>Lagoa do Fogo (původní fotka)</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Caldeira Velha - platí se vstup - buď na celou plochu s termálními bazénky (10euro), či jenom procházka po parku (1euro). Pro bazénky si musíte rezervovat časový interval - doporučuji ten kolem oběda a den předem. Pokud dojdete stejně jako my ten den a koupíte na místě, my měli mezi tím hodinu a půl, můžete čas využít na <b>Salto do Cabrito</b>, vodopád, který je kousek od Caldeiry, takže stihnete. Hned na to jsme vyjeli na kopec na Lagoa do Fogo a měli jsme neskutečné štěstí, mlha se trhla a otevřel se neuvěřitelný výhled. Celý tento výlet byl můj highlight dovolené.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisiwe-7pIk0cVJbVOEp4M3ZVucSEQmjUzeDoaQAH142lBLzsC83hyPQpntk9DA8qiwec0MBsWEfjQAgN-KS-6CXKYvABti3fPYKGAIw8rD-VMgJ8lRE_HaSEA5HXG-Nxcbr9tx3hLuuEqP4_SwTCBa0h5neoX0CnPcLUMdkwLah73Yod-_7kPDYgxe8Q/s1776/E8C5F59E-CDE8-4091-A643-BF304EF5F84D-25008-00000352A19E0E51.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Průvodce - São Miguel" border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisiwe-7pIk0cVJbVOEp4M3ZVucSEQmjUzeDoaQAH142lBLzsC83hyPQpntk9DA8qiwec0MBsWEfjQAgN-KS-6CXKYvABti3fPYKGAIw8rD-VMgJ8lRE_HaSEA5HXG-Nxcbr9tx3hLuuEqP4_SwTCBa0h5neoX0CnPcLUMdkwLah73Yod-_7kPDYgxe8Q/s16000/E8C5F59E-CDE8-4091-A643-BF304EF5F84D-25008-00000352A19E0E51.JPG" title="Průvodce - São Miguel" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;">• <b>Fábrica de Chá Gorreana</b> - nejstarší plantáž v Evropě, jedno z mála míst, kde se v Evropě čaj pěstuje. Na Sao Miguel ještě najdete Fábrica de Chá do Porto Formoso, ale první zmíněná je větší. Další highlight výletu, můžete se zde procházet do nekonečna, je to obrovské, všem příštupné, žádný vstup, uchutnávky čaje a ukázka, jak se čaj vyrábí. Nádhera.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQHSnZaYzFGHbTWpcLNFq6Agvyijyt3MHfFwE_U542q3e0KsIjzewcZowcxjus8Y6GHJovoaMxlIOlwXQ3z7ygxi6JrQw8u1hTpMReitpB-LhrAks6uMN69RpBfFehIeJ_Lxer3MdGhGCULV-U5Zatpbf6YWj9tG5vN8_b8OeiQ5tXHdY3HcaktstSg/s4032/IMG_3531.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Průvodce - São Miguel" border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQHSnZaYzFGHbTWpcLNFq6Agvyijyt3MHfFwE_U542q3e0KsIjzewcZowcxjus8Y6GHJovoaMxlIOlwXQ3z7ygxi6JrQw8u1hTpMReitpB-LhrAks6uMN69RpBfFehIeJ_Lxer3MdGhGCULV-U5Zatpbf6YWj9tG5vN8_b8OeiQ5tXHdY3HcaktstSg/s16000/IMG_3531.JPG" title="Průvodce - São Miguel" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Jídlo:</b></p><h4 style="text-align: justify;">• <b>Associação Agrícola de São Miguel</b> - <span style="font-weight: normal;">toto nám bylo doporučeno snad každým Portugalce, včetně rodiny, byli jsme dvakrát a v životě jsem nejedla lepší steak. Udělejte si rezervaci, ale mají i místa bez ní.</span></h4><p style="text-align: justify;">• <b>Queijaria Furnense - </b>sýrárna u Furnas, vše pokryto sýrem</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• <b>A Tasca</b> - jedna z nejlepších restaurací v Ponta Delgada (jména se zapisují na stůl na místě, doba čekání kolem hodiny na večeři)</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Alcides - udělejte si rezervaci hodně dopředu</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Burger Supléxio</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Na Praia dos Mosteiros je skvělý truck s jídlem, mají výbornou bifanu</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjah-z_XiFj6i5f1ZBH-GBuQt0QVXt0lJpsI0rTuOZc8wDQQXI5PcZJkIaZpHpbcQoexEzN4SnteQVGQghmHgXw-LmXQqcu21CcqljlcAQLOf7h0bYU_dA5qZmhSm2gPVSV1FMZZF2cwDwYAwNs6qU5UyHV1s4tV4XoZ4he58r81tn1ohWc8ZSR0KyiSA/s1776/8DC53A5C-E271-4473-93CE-C01479676170-25008-0000035324D3818C.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Průvodce - São Miguel" border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjah-z_XiFj6i5f1ZBH-GBuQt0QVXt0lJpsI0rTuOZc8wDQQXI5PcZJkIaZpHpbcQoexEzN4SnteQVGQghmHgXw-LmXQqcu21CcqljlcAQLOf7h0bYU_dA5qZmhSm2gPVSV1FMZZF2cwDwYAwNs6qU5UyHV1s4tV4XoZ4he58r81tn1ohWc8ZSR0KyiSA/s16000/8DC53A5C-E271-4473-93CE-C01479676170-25008-0000035324D3818C.JPG" title="Průvodce - São Miguel" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><b>Ponta Delgada (hlavní město):</b></h3><p style="text-align: justify;">• Jardim Botânico José do Canto - botanická zahrada, i když Azory jsou jedna velká botanická, pokud máte čas, stojí za to.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Plantação de Ananás dos Açores - pěstování ananasů</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LhlMETPT4FYw-6o8L8Qo6jlZktFPozA8kkgI2hvkWZQAbph2ZdunP0Oimw-yPZ48Vd5Ej2iUdU_yPfDiUiuzqHJ6QIQeWIKtgapJ4_j4897G6b-2ZLmO473OVvO0m1lbbsVTM0L0vGRrZv3EMgQr4aLrxDfnTKrsCdDFaGiuDEjJV4OoDajSs5NMnw/s1776/8DD8A03E-9686-4D14-822A-D7765D462C91-25008-0000035104CF4466.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Průvodce - São Miguel" border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LhlMETPT4FYw-6o8L8Qo6jlZktFPozA8kkgI2hvkWZQAbph2ZdunP0Oimw-yPZ48Vd5Ej2iUdU_yPfDiUiuzqHJ6QIQeWIKtgapJ4_j4897G6b-2ZLmO473OVvO0m1lbbsVTM0L0vGRrZv3EMgQr4aLrxDfnTKrsCdDFaGiuDEjJV4OoDajSs5NMnw/s16000/8DD8A03E-9686-4D14-822A-D7765D462C91-25008-0000035104CF4466.JPG" title="Průvodce - São Miguel" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><b>Sete Cidades:</b></h3><p style="text-align: justify;">• Muro das Nove Janelas - akvadukt</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Hotel Monte Palace</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Miradouro da Vista do Rei</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Miradouro da Grota do Inferno (neviděli jsme kvůli mlze)</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Igreja de São Nicolau</p><p style="text-align: justify;">• Lagoa do Canario</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Můžete mi koupit kafe, na podporu tohoto blogu a mé závislosti. Protože si za to určitě nekoupím víno. :) Děkuji, že čtete a chodíte sem.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com0São Miguel, Portugalsko37.780411 -25.49704669.4701771638211554 -60.653296600000004 66.090644836178853 9.6592033999999991tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-14654187581442154332023-05-05T12:17:00.009+02:002024-01-26T13:10:24.186+01:00Průvodce po Azorech, São Miguel: poznatky a zápisky z cesty<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSrWorRaposG4HjCF8RbhQgb3WnSYt2HVAOtiOxCEnJDnN3vDoLg-zDj0fqUI6BVtlTRxZRYNkriJaNxjp8F2DMl-IEg20slN3FgM44Zoxa_uVngU7Ms-ftX58zH3vG4Ygrl0shM-QFPpIhRFJdJAAXn9ECcZORpGzS7RcKPg3aKYk1g4xwn-tQMPeQ/s4032/IMG_5284.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Azory - průvodce" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSrWorRaposG4HjCF8RbhQgb3WnSYt2HVAOtiOxCEnJDnN3vDoLg-zDj0fqUI6BVtlTRxZRYNkriJaNxjp8F2DMl-IEg20slN3FgM44Zoxa_uVngU7Ms-ftX58zH3vG4Ygrl0shM-QFPpIhRFJdJAAXn9ECcZORpGzS7RcKPg3aKYk1g4xwn-tQMPeQ/s16000/IMG_5284.JPG" title="Azory - průvodce" /></a></div><br /><span><a name='more'></a></span><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Já a Azory:</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">na cestě mezi Evropou a Amerikou je vulkanické souostroví Azory, noří se z oceánu jako ráj na zemi, jak kdyby si někdo chtěl odložil uprostřed modře kousek štěstí. Je to zvláštní mix, lesů a džungle, s jezery a krátery, výhledem na oceán, poseto květiny a zahaleno většinu roku do mlhy. <b>São Miguel je</b><b> kolem 200 dní v roce v mlze, není žádné překvapení, že se každému jen tak nepoštěstí a některé výhled holt člověk neuvidí. </b>Přes jaro je tedy méně lidí, ale může se stát, že se výhledy neukážou.<b> Nejlepší doba na návštěvu je tedy léto, kdy kvetou i hortenzie a představuje to nevídanou podívanou. </b>Já déšť a vlhko miluji, protože ho je málo. Pro mě to představovalo všechno, co bych od života chtěla. A hlavně jsem na to čekala hodně dlouho, přes nedostatek financí, zrušené lety a covid, se to konečně stalo.</p><p><b><br /></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVuwbK7Cpa2DttBpbluugNHYfRfpmmTuu-ruQlIYbxyNgx7gdzhSiKCwhfadbaXNn3t5xp5sjm7ZLYU3V_JLHvakk0Ii0lmKzDF_aI1yBBmOBdc1b7rcWcWnYYGYNiuKQlrBeSwj_N9DXLjVO4CeW476MCVkJ8GHCwCq0qCGyeUdUiQRt954obJVneQ/s4032/IMG_3064.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Azory - průvodce" border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVuwbK7Cpa2DttBpbluugNHYfRfpmmTuu-ruQlIYbxyNgx7gdzhSiKCwhfadbaXNn3t5xp5sjm7ZLYU3V_JLHvakk0Ii0lmKzDF_aI1yBBmOBdc1b7rcWcWnYYGYNiuKQlrBeSwj_N9DXLjVO4CeW476MCVkJ8GHCwCq0qCGyeUdUiQRt954obJVneQ/s16000/IMG_3064.JPG" title="Azory - průvodce" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p><p><b>Údaje z výletu sem:</b></p><p>Výlet byl na konci <b>dubna 2023</b>. (Počasí střídavě oblačno: pršelo, mlhy, nebyla zima. Kolem pobřeží nádhera na opalovačku, vnitřní část ostrova pod poklicí, jen občas se něco odtajnilo.)</p><p><b>Letěli jsme z Lisabonu se SATA</b> - Azorskou aerolinkou. Bylo zpoždění, klasika, patří pod Tap Portugal. Stále to vyšlo stejně jako nízkonákladovka. Pokud si to můžete nakombinovat, zkuste toto.</p><p><b>Dovolená byla na 4,5 dne</b> - od úterý odpoledne do neděle ranních hodin, kdy jsme letěli zpět Lisabon.</p><p>Letenky jen z Lisabonu vyšly na 100euro na jednoho, ubytování byl apartmán přes booking.com, také kolem 100 euro na osobu na pět nocí. <a href="https://www.booking.com/hotel/pt/arquinha.cs.html?aid=304142&label=review_am&sid=32c5a0095b83b3ec84bcfe4e712b24d1;label=postbooking_confpage" target="_blank">Apartmán</a> mohu jenom doporučit, byl v centru Ponta Delgada a byli jsme spokojení. </p><p>Jídlo cenově levnější než pevninské Portugalsko - a restaurace mi všechny přišly top. Maso a sýry jsou neuvěřitelné. </p><p><br /></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b>Půjčení auta na Azorech: Než si zaplatíte drahé auto přes internet, zavolejte si.</b></h3><p>Doporučuji určitě půjčení auta, bez toho to půjde těžko. Jde to, samozřejmě, ale pokud můžete běžte do půjčení. My jsme zařizovali auto 14 dní předem, což bylo už pozdě - podle toho, co jsem si všude přečetla. Vyskočí na vás všechny servery, přes které se dá auto rezervovat, naskáčou vám tam poplatky a šup, auto na 4 dny bylo pomalu za 350euro, což nám přišlo přes čáru. </p><p>Pokud jsme šli na samostatnou půjčovnu, již to vyšlo asi o dvacet euro méně, ale stále zbytečné poplatky, bez který se auto nedalo zabookovat. <b>Dělali jsme tedy řádný průzkum, našli malou rodinnou autopůjčovnu a rovnou tam zavolali (<a href="https://flordonorte-rentacar.com/" target="_blank">TADY</a>) Flor do Norte rent a car. </b></p><p>Náš požadavek byl taky ten, že auto odevzdáme na letišti v neděli v šest hodin ráno, za což si pomalu všechny autopůjčovny řekly o 50 euro navíc. U tohoto malého podniku nechtěli nic, za všechno si řekli 200euro, byli milí a vstříční a vše šlo hladce. <b>Takže moje doporučení je, než si objednáte drahé auto přes servery na internetu nebo naklikáte profláklé autopůjčovny, zkuste si zavolat a domluvit rovnou s nimi. </b></p><p><b>Pár tipů k řízení: </b>Místní rádi staví uprostřed silnice jen tak (v Algarve mi to nepřijde občas jinak). Silnice byly všechny v perfektním stavu. Když zadáváte místa do mapy, nedávajte to konktrétní místo, ale parkoviště nebo trail u toho. My si takto parkrát zajeli - já vím, pro někoho je to samozřejmost, my ale nevěděli. Nejsou zde žádné dálnice, nic se neplatí, jízda byla vždy v klidu. Jen pozor na špatnou viditelnost - husté mlhy.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXcJW1I_imImhXqmUfnxBfxw0jOSm1nnwJLkQoHxGthwp-i_B7QOHVJEj3KqJ92N4HAD1zISwGP_5h2MgN2OxSa_LWCO416MShQ0tEiOHXtaBxeGKziOJBCGOUK01l1ffVTDGpPq21-pqUudpSGfclIum4ooP7HkrBt1o2dWnShj7HeF7MRf94XIp63w/s2016/85589484-8acb-4a61-a16d-4168f6070c60.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Azory - průvodce" border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXcJW1I_imImhXqmUfnxBfxw0jOSm1nnwJLkQoHxGthwp-i_B7QOHVJEj3KqJ92N4HAD1zISwGP_5h2MgN2OxSa_LWCO416MShQ0tEiOHXtaBxeGKziOJBCGOUK01l1ffVTDGpPq21-pqUudpSGfclIum4ooP7HkrBt1o2dWnShj7HeF7MRf94XIp63w/s16000/85589484-8acb-4a61-a16d-4168f6070c60.JPG" title="Azory - průvodce" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><b>Počasí:</b></p><p><b>Na Azorech, São Miguel prší kolem 200 dnů v roce. Počítejte s mlhou, vlhkem. </b>Neříkám tomu žáměrně špatné počasí, já déšť miluji, je ho málo, voda není. <b>Pro mě byl toto ráj. </b>Je dobré s tím ale počítat. Pokud chcete jet na jistotu, volte léto. Počítejte ale s lidmi. </p><p>Toto jsem se před cestou nikde nedočetla, pokud bych s tim počítala, možná bych nebyla tak zklamaná, že jsem neviděla hlavní přírodní atrakci ostrova São Miguel, výhled z Boca do Inferno. Pokud tedy plánujete vaší cestu, počítejte, že zde hodně prší, a mlha a mraky se následně drží a stane se, že výhledy jsou jen do magického oparu. <b>Stáhněte si nebo koukejte na <a href="http://www.spotazores.com/" target="_blank">Webcameras</a>, kde můžete vidět jako vypadá počasí po celém ostrově.</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXir5fvRobIH7X7CDIvTM-0Ks26OC6bL16pgLlEzeaQH3PRNN2Pp-q-d_0XTRoVV8ke4SJuKu41xBHq-EhwWbSv90IKvQtAgIyzzsDYlReT0uJgjM_68bsgX6FWcYeYSm-k_80PAZ1dnlUeez1CC6BmzQ_f1SH0jwM3f14htwV1-fduhwOflZj6ykLJw/s1776/1DA38954-615C-45D4-9357-53A8EF45D6CA-19796-00000249C77AFF7D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Azory - průvodce" border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXir5fvRobIH7X7CDIvTM-0Ks26OC6bL16pgLlEzeaQH3PRNN2Pp-q-d_0XTRoVV8ke4SJuKu41xBHq-EhwWbSv90IKvQtAgIyzzsDYlReT0uJgjM_68bsgX6FWcYeYSm-k_80PAZ1dnlUeez1CC6BmzQ_f1SH0jwM3f14htwV1-fduhwOflZj6ykLJw/s16000/1DA38954-615C-45D4-9357-53A8EF45D6CA-19796-00000249C77AFF7D.JPG" title="Azory - průvodce" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CvFfxA_v5BYCA_QxivhN2-qm43xJ-dbSIBYN7ZXP30L5NSjHTPSr3p7Ca0Ydb9kizmQhN-zBckTIR21tXaJzr_zyQrg0fblP4_uO2C69Qry25zAsZkBYS1eWtjS28bjTEuvw-1Y73u3l4OHkaRzxSqIjiwk4cdw7FcQ_M3pqxStC2vR-Yk8PvP9-OA/s4032/IMG_5158.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Azory - průvodce" border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CvFfxA_v5BYCA_QxivhN2-qm43xJ-dbSIBYN7ZXP30L5NSjHTPSr3p7Ca0Ydb9kizmQhN-zBckTIR21tXaJzr_zyQrg0fblP4_uO2C69Qry25zAsZkBYS1eWtjS28bjTEuvw-1Y73u3l4OHkaRzxSqIjiwk4cdw7FcQ_M3pqxStC2vR-Yk8PvP9-OA/s16000/IMG_5158.JPG" title="Azory - průvodce" /></a></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Stejně jako já ale samozřejmě zjistíte, že to není jen o tom a najdete si to svoje.</b> Plánovali jsme výlet na Azory podle toho, co nás bavilo. Já mam ráda výšlapy, procházky v lesích, výhled a útesy. Přítel si zamiloval všechny vodopády, kterých je tady nad stovku. Jsou tady termální lázně a u nich botanické zahrady. Někdo sem rád jede za pozorováním velryb a delfínů. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Doopravdy je toho tady více než dost na plánování výletu sem - my jsme zde byli 4,5 dne a do začátku to bohatě stačilo. Příště už víme, co od toho chceme a budeme se řídit podle toho. Sama bych ráda viděla i další ostrovy - dá se naplánovat i výlet, kde navštívit všechny dostupné.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6vrutsURKlky6H9wmIHOXs3h04vwUEvXhGLyy3qSd2Lu1qBUXypFDsYZVx_JKoIVY9v65OUUq0CXWAdiYNwrdau2LwARfppNgClC4gPmbMDFLYE5Sfg2Nz6SLfUZiGP3SyEg02piI81s1JFHP0q04alTiXpj3PMmB3rI7e2zcWkBIZlzIK8KtLTyQg/s2016/IMG_3100.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Azory - průvodce" border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6vrutsURKlky6H9wmIHOXs3h04vwUEvXhGLyy3qSd2Lu1qBUXypFDsYZVx_JKoIVY9v65OUUq0CXWAdiYNwrdau2LwARfppNgClC4gPmbMDFLYE5Sfg2Nz6SLfUZiGP3SyEg02piI81s1JFHP0q04alTiXpj3PMmB3rI7e2zcWkBIZlzIK8KtLTyQg/s16000/IMG_3100.JPG" title="Azory - průvodce" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTZ3FumzvGK2vgI4lPGF_5KKGmtO0wh2M0YzG_O8v2r5DPQC-5nuHHI4jHkUp_GD_ikQR7AVKitZwvNZkvWGiofQNvRG6BPgsyy3Yfz2CttOG4T9H8KuR9r7DRakNq0OqBKT3_SL4tDwtuKMaWIIWYTDV6bwGh0Z50I531F0Bn3ioVaDTxjweVq7z9g/s2040/IMG_3534.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Azory - průvodce" border="0" data-original-height="2040" data-original-width="1170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTZ3FumzvGK2vgI4lPGF_5KKGmtO0wh2M0YzG_O8v2r5DPQC-5nuHHI4jHkUp_GD_ikQR7AVKitZwvNZkvWGiofQNvRG6BPgsyy3Yfz2CttOG4T9H8KuR9r7DRakNq0OqBKT3_SL4tDwtuKMaWIIWYTDV6bwGh0Z50I531F0Bn3ioVaDTxjweVq7z9g/s16000/IMG_3534.JPG" title="Azory - průvodce" /></a></div><br /><p>Azorům se říká Havaj Evropy, někde jsem i četla evropský Nový Zéland, já jsem na Havaji, ani Zélandu nikdy nebyla, takže nemohu správně posoudit.<b> Pokud jste někdo byl jak na Havaji, tak na Azorských ostrovech, dejte prosím vědět, co si myslíte a jaké je porovnání?</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p>Azory jsou ale ráj Evropy. Místo, které mi tolik chybí na pevninské části Portugalska. Jenže to nejsou jen lesy, abych to mohla přirovnat k Čechám či jen pláže a útesy, abych to mohla přirovnat jen k Portugalsku. Tohle má přidanou hodnotu. Zaparkujete auto ve vesničce, ujdete pár kroků a jste v džungli. </p><p>Strhující výhledy na nekončíčí oceán z útesů, je jak najít místo, kde nebe je oceán a mraky jsou tak nízko, že vlastně nevíte kudy je nahoru a dolů.</p><p>Azorské ostrovy jsou jedna velká botanická zahrady - příroda je exotická, přesto mi to občas dávalo pocit domova. A ta vůně - kde vzduch chutná, kde se nemusíte bát nadýchnut, protože se přiotrávíte splodinami z aut a dalších pevninských jedů. Ta vůně přírody byla omamná a o to víc jsem si uvědomila, jak nedobře se žije na pevnině Evropy, co se týče ovduší.</p><p>Pokud plánujete cestu do Portugalska, tak není od věci se podívat, zda by nestálo za to si to prodloužit o výlet na Azory, jelikož <b>dostupnost z Lisabonu je dobrá - lítá jak Azorská linka SATA (patří pod Tap Portugal) Ryanair a Tap Portugal.</b> My zvolili SATA hlavně z toho důvodu, že od nízkonákladovky se cena lišila minimálně a dalo se to nakombinovat. Měli jsme ale zpoždění a viděla jsem i zrušené lety, kdo ale znáte Tap Portugal, nemůže vás to překvapit.</p><p><b>Zvolila bych 4 dny minimálně, abyste stihli to nejhlavnější a měli čas si vše pořádně vychutnat.</b> My bychom toho možná stihli ještě více, pokud bychom se nejeli podívat na Boca do Inferno na třikrát. Dva pokusy z toho tam byla ale taková sibérie, že se nedalo vidět ani na krok, občas ani chodit přes vítr. Poslední pokus jsme zkoušeli vyčkat, zda se něco ukáže, ale viděla jsem jen kousíček. O důvod víc se vrátit zpět. Ne každý má ale samozřejmě tuto možnost, proto pokud chcete střelit na jistotu, zkuste od června do října. Vyslechla jsem si okolo i pár průvodců a ti zmiňovali to samé.</p><p>Pokud ale jste nezmaři, vždycky si něco najdete a máte rádi deštivé, chladnější počasí, toto je pro vás. Nemyslím si, že musím někoho přesvědčovat, abyste jeli sem. Pokud toto čtete, tak máte asi jasno. V přítím článku představím všechna oblíbená místa, která navštívit.</p><p>Taky bych chtěla moc poděkovat všem, co mi nahodili tipy na cestu a dávám všem za pravdu, že je to krása nesmírná, z fotek to nejde ani poznat a o tom, že se tam chci odstěhovat, asi nemusím ani mluvit. To je ale zase na někdy jindy. :)</p><p><br /></p><h3 style="text-align: center;"><b>A pokud se vám moje práce a články líbí - nebo využijete tento článek pro plánování vaší cesty, dole najdete link na odměnu pro mě, co se tváří jako kafe, ale bude víno.</b></h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZx5e-Yu5wyxwMi1EXGQwXT4d_NZr3AsRXWk6-NCUm6D10wO6Wwsfe7mcW3UFI8wanHb5KYgS99es2Y5eMkGuilYhEHS5eSTIIOu2lA8dEHSsKhqeytmF0SLvZ4y4F5DQLoS5k28o82pS0J3JGlRU_e6DCq1a6vtdquFu4VJ_ZgRK_Z-Ds5Z1Z0XBvg/s2016/298547bc-5200-4905-ac6e-0d5ab5a834ff.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Azory - průvodce" border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZx5e-Yu5wyxwMi1EXGQwXT4d_NZr3AsRXWk6-NCUm6D10wO6Wwsfe7mcW3UFI8wanHb5KYgS99es2Y5eMkGuilYhEHS5eSTIIOu2lA8dEHSsKhqeytmF0SLvZ4y4F5DQLoS5k28o82pS0J3JGlRU_e6DCq1a6vtdquFu4VJ_ZgRK_Z-Ds5Z1Z0XBvg/s16000/298547bc-5200-4905-ac6e-0d5ab5a834ff.JPG" title="Azory - průvodce" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Thank you for reading and being here.</div></div>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com2Azory, Portugalsko37.7412488 -25.67559449.4310149638211556 -60.8318444 66.051482636178847 9.4806555999999986tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-81289613964170380772023-04-08T18:03:00.009+02:002024-02-19T11:12:33.960+01:00Průvodce Benátky | tiny travel guide to Venice, Italy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFg86ERZTrxmzNHCyrwlRkNYT5Hu-TkZoeJ4ssnA9SI_hdo5eor9H9ApfudL_7OsASybtDxvlW1h0TLKjKemoKCleZEZ8yIsGbKzVa4heJlWAj7kuEgVDskjziMfNcEsThH11_pOQ2KqvM5GgNzvleGrBF7bcISxm62Vtc0CjcodqxCA9qUNg4OvDDqQ/s3024/IMG_2545.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Venice, travel guide" border="0" data-original-height="2868" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFg86ERZTrxmzNHCyrwlRkNYT5Hu-TkZoeJ4ssnA9SI_hdo5eor9H9ApfudL_7OsASybtDxvlW1h0TLKjKemoKCleZEZ8yIsGbKzVa4heJlWAj7kuEgVDskjziMfNcEsThH11_pOQ2KqvM5GgNzvleGrBF7bcISxm62Vtc0CjcodqxCA9qUNg4OvDDqQ/s16000/IMG_2545.JPG" title="Venice, travel guide" /></a></div><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></p><h2 style="text-align: center;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><b style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></b></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-weight: bold;">Celý průvodce, tipy a rady na Benátky v češtině, najdete <a href="https://medium.seznam.cz/clanek/maly-pruvodce-po-benatkach-6328" target="_blank">TADY</a>.</b></h2><div style="text-align: justify;"><span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-weight: bold;">all about Venice for 4 days trip, with a budget and willingness to drink lots of aperol whilst being on a gluten diet. </b>we went to Venice at the beginning of March, the week after the carnival, and we couldn't have picked a better time to go. even though one day it was a bit rainy, it was worth it for the lack of people and overall chill atmosphere. recently i have experienced only crowds in Lisbon and Prague in the time past covid, this was very refreshing. i was a bit scared to visit Venice for the mounts of people, but in the end, it was a great surprise and a chill holiday. so if you are not scared of a bit of cold and rain from time to time, visit Venice at the end of February or March. worth considering that prices are also a bit better.</div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">we have been there during the week, from Monday till Friday - that was also a huge help, skipping the weekend crowds. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">we have stayed in Hotel Commercio & Pellegrino, right in the city center next to Piazza San Marco, and the location was spot on. overall, this hotel was wonderful.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">so here are my tips for what not to miss in Venice, Italy:</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Food/Drinks:</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Birreria Forst </p><p style="text-align: justify;">The Caffe Rosso</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Gelatoteca SuSo</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Rossopomodoro</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Caffé Florian - the oldest coffee house in the world - is also the most expensive I have ever visited.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">if you lose yourself a bit in the small streets of Venice, you will find places called here Bacáro, small bars to have snacks (cicchetto), wine and coffee. Grande Canal is the best for sightseeing, but skip the overprized places and find yourself some nice, cozy places outside the touristy area.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Sights:</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Bridge of Sighs</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Acqua Alta Library - the famous book steps</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Ponte dell'Accademia</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Danieli Hotel</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Palazzo Contarini del Bovolo</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Peggy Guggenheim Collection</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Ponte Della Paglia</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Walk the Canal Grande</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>T fondaco Rooftop Terrace</b> - the visit is for free, book your visit in advance, at least a week, don't forget to book for all the people visiting and just check what time is the sunset. we visited exactly for that time and it was magical. we were also lucky for the weather and fewer people.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Murano/Burano</b> - easily approachable with public transport, a nice boat ride. i strongly recommend to try to go back to Venice during sunset. Buy the tickets for the boats for 24h or more - buy it online, with an app, or at any place near the boat station Vaporetto (water bus), the company is ACTV, it is the best option and you can also use it just travel around and see Venice from the water without paying extra for taxis, or other touristy, expensive transports. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>the cheapest and easiest transfer to and from Marco Polo Airport is by ATVO bus</b> to P.zzale Roma, I bought the tickets, also for the way back (18euro), right at the airport as there were no people, there is also an option to buy it online.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">don't forget there is a new city tax in Venice since January 2023 and you will pay accordingly to the days you stay accommodated in the city center - the prices differ from 3 till 10 euro.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>any questions will be answered in the comment section.</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Můžete mi koupit kafe, na podporu tohoto blogu a mé závislosti. Protože si za to určitě nekoupím víno. :) Děkuji, že čtete a chodíte sem.</b></div><div style="font-weight: 400;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-weight: 400;">Do you like my work? You can support me by buying me a coffee. Thank you for reading and being here.</div><div style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></b>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com0Benátky, Itálie45.4408474 12.315515117.130613563821157 -22.8407349 73.751081236178848 47.4717651tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-21444730091754249532023-03-19T11:32:00.002+01:002023-05-04T19:01:17.395+02:00tam, kde na tebe nečekaj<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgqLIhzah4j9l5R_yifxb18WSwEdY7ROdxWjU5q6hllRimWlEjZpqBC9JqfQhjl1WV6LTaTmJ1n--96qKLo3mkaKQuRLKartBIzBgX6NXQ2zxoffiHK2CZuSNHcEcooOBF7vWAwdM3G8gtHXRRxveSHQADqRdxmEALymjJEmL3iNCFfVDP4gMtnHpDQ/s3024/IMG_2079.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="ejnets - Aneta Strohová" border="0" data-original-height="1995" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgqLIhzah4j9l5R_yifxb18WSwEdY7ROdxWjU5q6hllRimWlEjZpqBC9JqfQhjl1WV6LTaTmJ1n--96qKLo3mkaKQuRLKartBIzBgX6NXQ2zxoffiHK2CZuSNHcEcooOBF7vWAwdM3G8gtHXRRxveSHQADqRdxmEALymjJEmL3iNCFfVDP4gMtnHpDQ/s16000/IMG_2079.JPG" title="ejnets - Aneta Strohová" /></a></div><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/123200075-feministkou-snadno-a-rychle" target="_blank">Feministkou snadno a rychle</a> si nezaslouží jen post na sítích, ale snad i kratší úvahu. pro ty, co maj na to chuť.<p></p><p>kniha pro mě otvírá témata, která jsou pořád v české společnosti velké tabu. jasně. jste z velkého města? máte sociální sítě a tam pěknou progresivní skupinu, kde sledujete všechny fajn influencery, co jdou s dobou a nikdy by nevolili populismus? vítej v šťastné bublině. tahle bublina ale neni reality, stejně jako tato kniha neni samozřejmostí. stejně jako slova této knihy nejsou denní chleba typické české rodiny.</p><p>já jsem z ústí nad labem. a jsem miléniál. (jsem chudák, vždyť já vim) doopravdy jsem si myslela, že moje generace je ta progresivní a že nebudeme svázáni diktátem sexismu a patriarchátu. minimálně, že si budu moct dělat, co já chci, za svého dobrého rozhodnutí, a támhle Jiřka mě nebude za zády pomlouvat, protože bláznivá aneta má už po třicítce a ještě nerodí. bláhově jsem si myslela, že tohle už nám nehrozí. možnosti jsou otevřené. a jak mi jednou jeden týpek řekl při rozchodu: víš, já bych s tebou byl, ale těch možností je tolik.</p><p>a znova. já jsem z ústí nad labem. při poslední návštěvě jsme s kamarádkou zašly jednu krásnou sobotu do baru, bylo někdy po jedné v noci. bar plných chlapů po čtyřicítce, až na barmanky, nás tam bylo asi tři a půl - žen. kamarádka se ozvala první, zda to není divný, že tady neni žádná baba. no protože jsou doma s dětmi. a kluci můžou rajzovat. </p><p><br /></p><p>načež si k nám přisedl pán. tak nějak vyzvídal, odkud jsme, že z ústí? a že jsem vás tady ještě nikdy neviděl. to pamatujete tenhle bar ještě? vždyť to jste musely být ve školce. a máte holky muže?</p><p> odpovídám, že mám. </p><p>a na to pán:</p><p>a už jste rodila?</p><p>v mé naivitě jsem si myslela, že pán říká, rodilá. jako rodilá ústečanda. ptám se tedy ještě jednou, co prosím?</p><p>no jestli si rodila?</p><p>ne, nerodila.</p><p>a když máš muže, proč si ještě nerodila?</p><p><br /></p><p>opakuji, já jsem z ústí nad labem... (a ačkoliv vyjádřím svůj názor na děti a svatbu níže, nejsem si zcela jistá, zda by žena měla být definována porodem. jako jen to mininum té sprostoty za tou otázkou. sprostota nemá nic společného s tím samotným porodem, jen konstatuji).</p><p>a popravdě, už jenom to, že je mi přes třicet, nemam děti a ani manžela. a pozor, ani to neplánuji. je to stále vrchol veškerého troufalství a pokud nesledujete kroky minulosti, v mém případě, bohužel i vrstevníků, tak jste jednoduše divná. co si budem, já jsem si na svoje konto již poslechla tolik urážek - studená, samotářka, divná, pošahaná, navždy skončí sama, uřvaná, už jenom to, že nenosim výstřihy, když mam co ukázat - prostě divná. knihu bych mohla napsat na to, jak moc špatná jsem za celej život byla, když odmítám procházet uličkou v bílých šatech a nechat se někomu předat. a pak hned dělat děti. protože to musíme definovat a ještě negativně, aby nám to konečně dalo smysl.</p><p><b>moc bych si přála, aby si společnost jednoduše zapamatovala to, že ne všechny ženy touží po svatbě a po dětech. tečka, konec diskuze. </b>a hned za tím, že nikomu do toho nic neni. takže se na to ptát je nemístné, sprosté. jen si tady nechám poznámku, že se mě na to nikdy neptala nejbližší rodina nebo přátelé. opět - bublina. ale lidi, s kterými se již nevídám a nebo neznám.</p><p>bojím se toho, že tyhle obstárlé tradice jsou stále vnucovány do dívek mladšího věku. že jim je vkládáno do hlavy, že jako ženy nemají jinou možnost, než se zaškatulkovat do boxíku manžel a dítě nejlépe před třicítkou. že tohle srabáctví a sobectví se vylejvá na někom, kdo se teprve definuje a následně žije ve strachu. většina mých kamarádek či žen, které jsem znávala, mi řekly, že si vždycky myslely, že do dvaceti osmi budou mít tu rodinu a tím se jim naplní život. </p><p>já vždy tvrdila, že chci být bohém. bylo mi několikrát řečeno, že na mě nikdo nikde nečeká, natož v zahraničí. a myslím, že si nesu hodně traumat a dovednosti nebýt nikdy šťastná, protože mě společnost už jako mladou dívku definovala jako neúplnou a zkaženou. ty nechceš svatbu? neříkej, že nechceš děti! nerouhej se! tohle přece holky neříkaj! počkej, si povíme, až změníš názor.</p><p>nemít nárok na názor a pocity mi vždy přišlo jako součástí ženství. můžete mít jen ty hysterické pocity, ty vás jako ženu definují, ale nechuť splňovat určité společenské konstrukty, na to už nárok nemáš.</p><p>v tomhle jsem vyrůstala já. a bojím se, že v tom vyrůstají stále další. </p><p>a jako poslední bod bych si odložila, že jsem se dlouho bála něco podobného napsat, protože se támhle Jiřina od dětí urazí a hodí po mě sprostou slinou. ale pokud se já sama chci dostat z určitých traumat a komplexů, co si nesu, chci taky poukázat na moje právo mluvit o tom, že mě svatba, ani děti nelákaj a zároveň, proti tomu nic nemam, pokud za tím stojí <b>konsent štěstí</b> - všichni přítomní jsou šťastní, naplňuje je to a dělají to podle svého nejlepšího uvážení a potřeby. ne, protože nám společnost nadiktovala být tou, co byla a je ona. nedej bože, protože o tom někde rozhodl chlap, aby ženy hlavně plodily. </p><p><br /></p><p><b>já žádnou Jiřinu neznám.</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>odkaz na knihu <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/123200075-feministkou-snadno-a-rychle" target="_blank">ZDE</a></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7pv_ZdjD3P8vwlzOfD99YY0wRh_Xo9K2EkKZXOf1TtK91HePnlPV1qm1NkkZgQCWeGOpIjMTfMyLahB70n0JqheZEnro0kIpKOzqHxcQV87yEe1rEcfbkGy28EsjdJwZNtfCFCJSljoEQhMUhzlj50h1roTk560X5yLruXiAHiyafkNqQBm68gnuxg/s4032/IMG_2081.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Feministkou snado a rychle" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7pv_ZdjD3P8vwlzOfD99YY0wRh_Xo9K2EkKZXOf1TtK91HePnlPV1qm1NkkZgQCWeGOpIjMTfMyLahB70n0JqheZEnro0kIpKOzqHxcQV87yEe1rEcfbkGy28EsjdJwZNtfCFCJSljoEQhMUhzlj50h1roTk560X5yLruXiAHiyafkNqQBm68gnuxg/s16000/IMG_2081.JPG" title="Feministkou snado a rychle" /></a></div><br /><div><b>Chceš do sebe naládovat více feminismu? Nebo jen číst víc? 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Thank you for reading and being here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://bmc.link/HTdjXVlsr" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWGVeuoOmiqQxkNZ88U72mAQfJ1CfSEYjPUWj6lbZKVuBFvEDb6LaeQG4j3NJBB2M8ECObaDS74Che0I2iJH-JcI7FhYMfqp-jgxooz5Webv56ks4JcTP1rsfYffBtMc9b0Os9QQjVoKVS0gG1qejsDTZor4oXjiGR3gm8l8_-c8r3t9zMlotoaVlkA/w200-h200/bmc_qr.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></div></div>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com0Lisabon, Portugalsko38.7222524 -9.139336610.412018563821157 -44.2955866 67.03248623617884 26.0169134tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-33872738578789031792023-01-15T12:18:00.003+01:002023-05-04T19:02:19.542+02:00já, lisabon I.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6McmmEQGPmEtuLQzlDkttzw_Nuxekepxyq3hsc4kccMXt2Rfq0wHZOIzbZtrxSa_TmdsV4MVL_8xGa2MfDyE9LTiEz8PJLvMDi1c3204MDUQz8-0Nghl-C9cPzgxN_2OC0nyc60E7OB_9ZONWa40gMb0yb_0hyjh4KYI5BQd5oGtQI8Vj8yk6kuGqvQ/s3095/IMG_8753.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="ejnets - lisabon" border="0" data-original-height="3095" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6McmmEQGPmEtuLQzlDkttzw_Nuxekepxyq3hsc4kccMXt2Rfq0wHZOIzbZtrxSa_TmdsV4MVL_8xGa2MfDyE9LTiEz8PJLvMDi1c3204MDUQz8-0Nghl-C9cPzgxN_2OC0nyc60E7OB_9ZONWa40gMb0yb_0hyjh4KYI5BQd5oGtQI8Vj8yk6kuGqvQ/s16000/IMG_8753.JPG" title="ejnets - lisabon" /></a></div><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a>vrátila se nám doba přecovidová. a boom cestování a digi nomádění je zpět, s tím se rozjíždí nereálný obrázek na sociálních sítí, jak se doopravdy v portugalsku žije. pokud to tak můžu říci. to, že jsem to ustála v portugalsku je samo o sobě zázrakem. a teď vůbec nemyslím to, že jsem někoho potkala, s kým jsem v dospělém, reálném vztahu, ale spíše to, že jsem dostala šanci na novou práci během covidu, že jsem se zapojila do české školy v lisabonu, a že jsem neutekla, i když jsem byla velmi, velmi blízko. protože to, když po letech nemáte sám sobě, co ukázat, na něco reálného šáhnout a být pyšní. když jste v bytě s člověkem, kterého vlastně vůbec neznáte, v práci jste nespokojení a v kreativním limbu, nepíšete a jen všude posloucháte, jak je život fajn, fajn, fajn fajnový. a vy znáte jen samotu a osamění. tak se můžete taky hezky pěkně zacyklit. a vycyklit se dá pořádně zabrat. a ten obrázek života na sociálních sítí vykresluje zcela jinou podobu. nahrává tomu, že si přijde jako jedinej člověk na světě, který to v portugalsku nezvládá.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>jak jsem se tedy zmiňovala na instagramu, před nějakou dobou jsem se stěhovala do algarve. na jih portugalska. hlavní důvod, nebo spíše pomocná ruka z tomuto rozhodnutí byla, že jsem potkala portugalce, který zde žije a já měsíc před setkáním s ním, tedy něco málo přes rok nazpátek, jsem dostala novou práci kompletně remote. stále pracuji pro portugalskou firmu, byla to i firma, ke které jsem se chtěla připojit, a moji kamarádce tam, ještě před covidem. bohužel přišel covid a nebylo pro mě možné změnit a zůstala jsem tedy v původní práci, se kterou jsem se sem stěhovala, abych měla něco do začátku.</p><p>já se nechci předbíhat a tohle pravděpodobně bude dlouhá etapa článků, kde bych i sebe sama seznámila, jak se to všechno stalo. ale abych i ukázala na problematiku stěhování se na druhou stranu Evropy za tím, že tady chcete žít i s prací té země. já jsem nikdy nebyla v portugalsku za erasmem. tohle byl vždycky nápad z mé hlavy. stalo se tak v roce 2016, když jsem sem odešla poprvé, abych zkusila život jako bloger a pisatel na cestách, ale abych taky zkusila něco jiného. neznámého. znala jsem jen erasmus ve španělsku a nějaké menší ťutky po evropě na pár měsíců. to mi bylo čerstvých 25 let. hodně z vás ten příběh zná a já nechci zabíhat do detailů. rok v lisabonu, latinská amerika a čechy.</p><p>pak jsme se sem stěhovala v půlce roku 2019, doslova ze dne na den. během 3 týdnů toho léta jsem dostala osvícení, sebrala jsem, co jsem měla, poslala životopisy a hrábla po první práci, co přišla. bylo mi čerstvých 28. prošla jsem si rozchodem z dlouholetého vztahu a docela krušných pár měsíců, kde se vůbec nepoznávám. nechtěla jsme být v praze, protože praha mě dostala do hlubin, ze kterých jsem se dlouho dostávala, byla jsem tam nešťastná a lisabon jsem milovala. miluji ho dodnes. přírodu, samotu a klid miluji ale víc. a nedokáži snést digitální nomády v lisabonu. a bohužel, během covidu, takovej uvězněnej digitální nomád, byl jediná možnost, jak potkat nové lidi. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(tohle je vyloženě jak se cítím já, nechci, aby toto vypadalo jako útok, jen chci představit problematiku ze strany obyčejného života.)</span></p><p>ono totiž když se během covidu obklopujete jen lidmi, kteří vydělávají velké peníze mimo portugalsko, a nechtějí mluvit o ničem jiném, nebo o tom, jak je život v lisabonu levný a super, když vy vidíte za tu pokličku toho, jak reálný člověk žije, těžko se vám to stravuje. začala jsem ztrácet většinu kamarádek, které jsem doteď znala. nedokázala jsem se smířit s faktem, že jedinou konverzaci, kterou mohu nyní s lidmi vést, je o práci, penězích, klientech. nikdo se nezeptal, jak se máme, jen a pouze hledal příležitosti, jak urvat kus práce druhého nomáda, dost pravděpodobně dělajících socky či marketing. toto během covidu, kdy život pro lidi v lisabon vypadal, jako kdyby se nic nedělo.</p><p><b>a tohle bych si tady hlavně chtěla odložit. já život v portugalsku miluji. ale život v portugalsku není takový, jak vám ho předvádějí digitální nomádi. z lisabonu se stalo semeniště digitálních nomádů. já jsem si jistá, že i takový student na erasmu musí přemýšlet a hlídat se, aby vyšel. to, co je vám prezentováno na sociálních sítích, není reálné. </b></p><p>nikdo se nebaví o tom, jak je to složité. občas smutné. a neuvěřitelně izolující, pokud nesdílíte stejné postoje. život v lisabonu je bublina. já byla na rande s cizincem, co nebyl portugalec, jen párkrát. raději jsem si vždy vybírala, či jsem kývla portugalci, i když to bylo velmi těžké s nimi, jen z toho důvodu, že jsem věděla, že budeme mít reálnou konverzaci o životě. v portugalsku. o tom, jak je to těžké najít bydlení, uživit se, potkat lidi.</p><p><b>hodně mě toho taky naučila česká škola a konverzace s rodiči zde, tady teprve člověk doopravdy pochopí jak těžký život pro rodinu je tady. jak se rodiče musí otáčet.</b></p><p>samota je neodmyslitelnou součástí tohoto procesu. a protože pro mě bylo těžké toto všechno překousnout, izolovala jsem se kompletně. většinu kamarádů z čech se odmlčela, protože nepochopení stěhování se do zahraničí od blízkých je taky dost bolestivá věc, ale o tom jindy. česká škola mi neskonale pomohla.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>takže abych tuhle story dovedla k jádru pudla. v roce 2021 jednoho velmi smutného, osamoceného léta, kdy jsem se dostávala z těžkého post depresivního stavu, ze kterého mi pomohla až silná terapie, jsem viděla na facebooku událost. byl to sraz čechů a slováků v lisabonu.</b> jen tak, kdyby se někdo chtěl přidat. a protože mi to přišlo až kosmický, jak mě to trklo do nosu. rozhodla jsme se, že tam zajdu. nikoho jsem neznala, šla jsem tam úplně sama. </p><p>a v podstatě to, co odstartoval jeden takový sraz, se bude dlouho popisovat na několik článků. ty skvělé lidi, co jsem tam potkala, které teď mohu nazývat kamarády. tu nekončící inspiraci, co mi tihle lidi dávaj, a jejich tvrdé příběhy za životem v zahraničí, jsou příběhy samy o sobě a myslím, že tohle jsou ty příběhy, co bychom na sociálních sítí měli poslouchat. že to nejsou příběhy nereálných, zkreslených životů, o tom, jak to doopravdy chodí, ale jsou to příběhy o tom bojovat o své místo na slunci v zemích, kde vás nikdo nezná a kde, když nebudete mluvit perfektně jejich jazykem, tak vás jen tak někdo nepřijme.</p><p><b>mě jeden takový sraz nadchnul nade vše. změnil mi život. posunul mě dál.</b></p><p>na tomhle srazu jsem poprvé slyšela o české škole. a protože jedna věc, kterou na sobě cením je, že jsem se nikdy nebála ozvat, jsem se hned chytla příležitosti a v podstatě o učitelku v české škole jsem se zažádala sama a hned se pokusila sejít s ředitelkou školy. a vyšlo to.</p><p>chytla jsem se hned další příležitosti, byly tam i dvě Barči, obě zpěvačky. jedna natáčela video, a já se zeptala, zda si ji u toho mohu pofotit a druhá byla taky učitelka v české škole. natočilo se video by moi, já mam nádherný fotky, a dvě kamarádky.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>kam tímhle mířím? </b>ta story samozřejmě pokračuje dál, ale abych zase neodbíhala. směřuji tam, že není všechno zlato, co se třpytí a nevěřte lidem, co se vám snaží prodat pohádku digitálních nomádu o portugalsku. prošla jsem si tolika srazy nomádů, že z jednoho jsem se musela zvednout a odejít, protože moje energie jednoduše nerezonovala s tím, co se tam prodávalo. realita života v portugalsku je jinde. je krásná, ale krásná právě kvůli tomu, jak je to tady i těžký a ten reálný život tady má většinou víc nevýhod než pozitiv a ukáže se, jak moc tuto zemi a život v zahraničí milujete. </p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>život v zahraničí je oběť a investice ve víru, že to bude mít pro vás do budoucna obohacující prospěch, i když jste momentálně na dně, kde brečíte a vztekáte se, jste sami, nemáte moc peněz a nesnášíte vaši práci. a třeba taky přijde pandemie a nepustěji vás ani domů pod maminčinu sukni. </b></p><p>tohle není pesimistický článek, tohle je článek o realitě všedních dnů člověka žijícího dlouho na cestách a v zahraničí. zároveň bych tento článek i chtěla věnovat těm, co to v portugalsku zkusili a nevyšlo to. jste hrdinové. mně to vyšlo až na potřetí. a když jsem tu byla podruhé na léto 2018, byl to velmi rychlý konec, kterým se ani moc nechlubim, protože mi nevyšlo nic a vyloženě jsem s touto ideou sekla. ale jak vidíte, není všemu konec, šance přicházejí, jen je musíte chytnout za pačesy a nejsou zadarmo. člověk se musí sakra otáčet. třeba vám to vyjde až na po páté, nebo vás to přivede jinam. ale to, co vidíte na sociálních sítích ohledně portugalska vám může hodně ublížit, protože byste chtěli, ale nejde to. nelétají tady pečení holubi do pusy. vždyť jen to papírování, jak se tady zařídit, je nekonečný. nemluvě o řešení ubytování v lisabonu, které bylo vždy tragické, ale momentálně je to spíše hororová zkušenost. jako tip na konec si tady odložim, pokud sem plánujete cestu, přidejte se do všech facebookových skupin, co můžete. tohle byla moje rada od roku 2016, jak na lisabon a stále to platí. najdete tam veškeré informace, lidé vám rádi pomohou. a s tím se i pojí, máme krajanské skupiny, srazy se pořádají a každý je tam vítán. pokud skupiny nenajdete, napište mi. </p><p>budete dostávat šance, já tady nechci strašit s vesmírem a eso, ale nebudu vám lhát, to co mi do života přinesl jeden sraz a jedna snaha najít a poznat lidi, se dá snad popsat jen vesmírně. :) vždyť i na ty srazy digitálních nomádů v lisabonu jsem chodila jen a jen, abych někoho potkala. nemyslím partnera na život, ale kamarády. musíte to zkoušet, i když to bolí. </p><p>vidíme se příště.</p><p>ahoj a čau. </p><p><b>odkaz na video zmíněné, co jsem natočila s Barčou Fürstl <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=-7a6Wx9TCDQ&fbclid=IwAR0jzOlbTQX8Z3zKf2ul4Hrh2vUHA3sQIE3iq79N7ckCiQnmbe8dXcLHSOE" target="_blank">ZDE</a>, zvládly jsme to za jeden den, na telefon. </b></p><h3 style="text-align: center;">Cestujete po Portugalsku? 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Můžete mi koupit kafe, na podporu tohoto blogu a mé závislosti. Protože si za to určitě nekoupím víno. :) Děkuji, že čtete a chodíte sem.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Do you like my work? You can support me by buying me a coffee. Thank you for reading and being here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://bmc.link/HTdjXVlsr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWGVeuoOmiqQxkNZ88U72mAQfJ1CfSEYjPUWj6lbZKVuBFvEDb6LaeQG4j3NJBB2M8ECObaDS74Che0I2iJH-JcI7FhYMfqp-jgxooz5Webv56ks4JcTP1rsfYffBtMc9b0Os9QQjVoKVS0gG1qejsDTZor4oXjiGR3gm8l8_-c8r3t9zMlotoaVlkA/w200-h200/bmc_qr.png" width="200" /></a></div><p></p>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com1Portugalsko39.399871999999988 -8.22445411.089638163821142 -43.380704 67.710105836178826 26.931796tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-37039231077167495312023-01-08T11:32:00.005+01:002023-05-04T19:02:44.929+02:00the writer has no name<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBphPkp3HPSnwVMuOk7CTHEHn8GEz6ALPzvy9VeKYLx_kMJh2uR7xVmNA0vMFVnpkiGZeaEbgEweu8F-84eCfP_O2JgolKxhlouLn1w6ar_00vJLVo19zwkOzrr0COPPZfgxr0BUz5uBi2ryC79r0zsjcJh4lgbdBTzFav04pb-sMXzh77M1_f1mzUWA/s4032/IMG_9737.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="netflix-wednesday" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBphPkp3HPSnwVMuOk7CTHEHn8GEz6ALPzvy9VeKYLx_kMJh2uR7xVmNA0vMFVnpkiGZeaEbgEweu8F-84eCfP_O2JgolKxhlouLn1w6ar_00vJLVo19zwkOzrr0COPPZfgxr0BUz5uBi2ryC79r0zsjcJh4lgbdBTzFav04pb-sMXzh77M1_f1mzUWA/s16000/IMG_9737.HEIC" title="netflix-wednesday" /></a></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>i have finally finished reading the art of the novel by milan kundera. it was long overdue, but as usual, it came in the right time. i might not ever be a successful writer, in the case of kundera exceptional artist, philosopher and thinker.,(very much misunderstood by his own country. the country we both once called home.) but i simply might educate myself on the topic of the craft and try to find better comprehension behind any novel meaning. the art of the novel and writing interesting in a separate entity from the author. it is a living entity, a creature forming itself.</p><p>i fight a lot with the criticism and the eyes that read these words and judge me for it. the eyes that search for me and themselves in it, not the meaning of my chain of thoughts. yet digging deeper on kundera´s thinking and his approach to writing, the author is the vessel to pass the message, which is the only connection to the final piece. </p><p>the novel or the writing put out should be a stand-alone piece of the writer's mind, not the existence of the writer as a person and therefore losing the boundaries of judgment and criticism, for the kind of person he is and the life he has.</p><p>kundera says, the novel should be published under a pseudonym, not only to escape the misunderstanding under the wrong pretense of knowing the person who writes, but also to take away the narcissism of the personality being transmitted to the words and therefore not losing the meaning of a pure message. the author will put himself into the writing if he knows he is being seen for who is. with the sweet belief of not being recognized, comes art.</p><p>it makes me wonder how much authenticity i lost here and how much of my writing i miss just because i am scared of people seeing me over my writing. </p><p>i am fully aware that fear places a big role here, namely in my case, whilst in kundera's case it goes deeper to produce a novel, but yet again the fear of being seen is highly connected to my own egoism and traces of narcissism. and still, kundera's books are being published under his name. or are there books we do not even know about? and therefore he is also able to put his ego aside? </p><p>elena ferrante recently publish a book on reading and writing. as she slowly introduces the topic, she mentions: "the "I" who writes seriously is twenty people, a hypersensitive plurality all concentrated in the hand provided..." and she adds <b>"True writing is the gesture that digs into the warehouse of literature in search of the necessary words."</b></p><p><b>"the writer has no name." </b>she continues.</p><p>kundera quotes faulkner and for the longest time, this part of writing stays stuck in my head: <b>It is my ambition to be, as a private individual, abolished and voided from history, leaving it markless, no refuse save the printed books.</b> and it continues as such: <b>It is my aim, and every effort bent, that the sum and history of my life, which in the same sentence is my obit and epitaph too, shall be them both: he made the books and he died.</b></p><p>can we only be real artists if we strip ourselves of the ego, identity, and marks made on this earth? can we only be authentic and produce pure art when we are not haunted by the judgment of others. to write freely, do i need to strip myself of all i know and who i know. who i am in society. and how can one do this in the era of social media when the self does not exist? self, right now, is only a projection of likes and dislikes formed by other people and algorithms. we are being everyday formed and reformed by the highest power of judges, the screens. every day comes back to me with the question on social media, <b>to be or not to be? there.</b></p><p>my fight with the understanding of society and the never-ending feeling of being misunderstood does not end here but gives me hope in the texts of kundera and other books, that i am not alone. that I, as a person of wanting to speak and write, do not want to be questioned, i want to be read and understood in the scope of the world and my words, not in the scope of somebody trying to make sense out of me for their own good, to fit in their world of understanding, to their understanding of history and social stigma and preferences. </p><p>i feel like i want the words to flow and find their way to new thinking of opening new rooms.</p><p>if broken heart is an open heart. what does it say about the mind?</p><p>i wish this would be the push for me to write more, to get to it and finally produce something i can be proud for the sake of writing. not for the satisfaction of the outside world. i wonder if my way of writing or simply thinking that i can do such a craft comes only from the fact that i fancy reading and overthink all i do, having high construction of social criticism inside of me and never-stopping need for finding myself and a deeper understanding of things. i am not a novelist nor a writer, i rather consider myself as an explorer. </p><p>but yet again, the need for stripping myself of this and to quote kundera's art of the novel again, coming from Kafka, <b>a writer needs to deconstruct himself in order to construct a novel</b>. a final piece of art that is ready to be unleashed for the world. to create a clean slate for the ideas to come. never to think of oneself. to lose the moral ground so severely filled into of us to be only a mirror of current and past events, never to try to be the reflector of new ways.</p><p>"A novel examines not reality but existence. And existence is not what has occurred, existence is the realm of human possibilities, everything that man can become, everything he's capable of. Novelists draw up the map of existence by discovering this or that human possibility..."</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-bSZMDGYR3BBaWiBnHg1mCkEVQjV5OsoTN156CcD0BcWU5iSO2K9_V7mL0O8xCT-uydVAPiNvCsG3e6wf6vq8TXRQqBrw_eOW2c96sr3JSaAgRm5vY4boFchUi9t-y7mEeB6DkUQQXKcRrFyyo8oXS5jSrksjxfGqsIJANfMk_t-NoDdI7gwEKkT5A/s1593/IMG_6979.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="ejnets - Aneta Strohova" border="0" data-original-height="1593" data-original-width="1184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-bSZMDGYR3BBaWiBnHg1mCkEVQjV5OsoTN156CcD0BcWU5iSO2K9_V7mL0O8xCT-uydVAPiNvCsG3e6wf6vq8TXRQqBrw_eOW2c96sr3JSaAgRm5vY4boFchUi9t-y7mEeB6DkUQQXKcRrFyyo8oXS5jSrksjxfGqsIJANfMk_t-NoDdI7gwEKkT5A/s16000/IMG_6979.JPG" title="ejnets - Aneta Strohova" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvm7rHqcpeK2DMDupNmIWzbhOV09sotT5befcVIq0eP2prQxlXP8sNYx1HU5ompsWwbtbzUu3XGSNlOczKDwVSNaH5rVYAtmsQp5P-o1lUEfNMEpj71G-B1C4EZbFONCMegADyBw7vvxuZfe3C0dfok3PmKq_SGB8P1x4ZWYd8Y2o4I6oILnx7EAabg/s1776/IMG_6983.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="ejnets - Aneta Strohova" border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvm7rHqcpeK2DMDupNmIWzbhOV09sotT5befcVIq0eP2prQxlXP8sNYx1HU5ompsWwbtbzUu3XGSNlOczKDwVSNaH5rVYAtmsQp5P-o1lUEfNMEpj71G-B1C4EZbFONCMegADyBw7vvxuZfe3C0dfok3PmKq_SGB8P1x4ZWYd8Y2o4I6oILnx7EAabg/s16000/IMG_6983.JPG" title="ejnets - Aneta Strohova" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVBdDnT_m5_o0nBUi6RR5lArhpuzhsjyRRbjrq7LWykKJoAFa06hmTb3Q7HY5JDcifWViIBm1b3386VA_C94OJkTL0tzM_JnfTt2Ehe-Q-FfodUPLKZ_vPGkSsmuwcALhvQpDnPQ0Rfa4CPm-CSE3qObDxrSg_H4ogRtgDvnWYQ-u4Fblvrr2fYCNLA/s1776/IMG_6984.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="ejnets - Aneta Strohova" border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVBdDnT_m5_o0nBUi6RR5lArhpuzhsjyRRbjrq7LWykKJoAFa06hmTb3Q7HY5JDcifWViIBm1b3386VA_C94OJkTL0tzM_JnfTt2Ehe-Q-FfodUPLKZ_vPGkSsmuwcALhvQpDnPQ0Rfa4CPm-CSE3qObDxrSg_H4ogRtgDvnWYQ-u4Fblvrr2fYCNLA/s16000/IMG_6984.JPG" title="ejnets - Aneta Strohova" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK2wUEHE_eLidRuFp9bMSh8huaLGMoThUfVIwU4-VM-m4nSu0DoDwdsHRIv297VQEqKFFJv-7eGqLrTAW3941k5yYX4W3E19KnIxDylEswd--xGFBH9X85_AZiOtdgxUPWYT8IQ1tMPC7J_ePHKlYWiLzhy42oX9ctuZ67bhPKsqutktUTKLWazktxwA/s2016/IMG_7085.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="ejnets - Aneta Strohova" border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK2wUEHE_eLidRuFp9bMSh8huaLGMoThUfVIwU4-VM-m4nSu0DoDwdsHRIv297VQEqKFFJv-7eGqLrTAW3941k5yYX4W3E19KnIxDylEswd--xGFBH9X85_AZiOtdgxUPWYT8IQ1tMPC7J_ePHKlYWiLzhy42oX9ctuZ67bhPKsqutktUTKLWazktxwA/s16000/IMG_7085.JPG" title="ejnets - Aneta Strohova" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>* quoted: Milan Kundera, The Art of the Novel</p><p>Elena Ferrante, In the Margins. On the Pleasures of Reading and Writing</p><p>Documentary - Milan Kundera: Od Žertu k Bezvýznamnosti</p><div>Photo - Wednesday, Netflix</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Líbí se vám, co dělám? Můžete mi koupit kafe, na podporu tohoto blogu a mé závislosti. Protože si za to určitě nekoupím víno. :) Děkuji, že čtete a chodíte sem.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Do you like my work? You can support me by buying me a coffee. Thank you for reading and being here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://bmc.link/HTdjXVlsr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWGVeuoOmiqQxkNZ88U72mAQfJ1CfSEYjPUWj6lbZKVuBFvEDb6LaeQG4j3NJBB2M8ECObaDS74Che0I2iJH-JcI7FhYMfqp-jgxooz5Webv56ks4JcTP1rsfYffBtMc9b0Os9QQjVoKVS0gG1qejsDTZor4oXjiGR3gm8l8_-c8r3t9zMlotoaVlkA/w200-h200/bmc_qr.png" width="200" /></a></div>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com1Portugalsko39.399871999999988 -8.22445411.089638163821142 -43.380704 67.710105836178826 26.931796tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-3163347097399339942022-07-31T13:21:00.001+02:002022-07-31T17:06:32.592+02:00až se zase jednou potkáme.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnplWP4aa-zVgS4glUKNrSras2viRoMME9_uun7EkbJaz8wmoKB1a4Amk7E3KvbI5TiHtq1qorh_RjBxxAUQIs2ArT8YCH2x9wribKkFxjOdZqvs1PLbJOx2O9QHTk5Tl5tURIeVeNSz5mrbnmFt-2vPvJzry9q2n7zKNFIS-R1mmR7Uw7BxaMPNvHg/s3024/IMG-0992.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="ejnets" border="0" data-original-height="2525" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnplWP4aa-zVgS4glUKNrSras2viRoMME9_uun7EkbJaz8wmoKB1a4Amk7E3KvbI5TiHtq1qorh_RjBxxAUQIs2ArT8YCH2x9wribKkFxjOdZqvs1PLbJOx2O9QHTk5Tl5tURIeVeNSz5mrbnmFt-2vPvJzry9q2n7zKNFIS-R1mmR7Uw7BxaMPNvHg/s16000/IMG-0992.jpg" title="ejnets" /></a></div><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a>začala jsem číst Bílou Vodu od Tučkové. u babičky. na zahradě. vzpoměnla jsem si, že přesně před třemi lety jsem poprvé četla Žítkovské Bohyně. a vzpomněla jsem si, protože jsem to četla na dovolené v lisabonu, kde jsem se zase jednou odrazila z pomyslného dna. dna charakteru, ne života.<p></p><p>já už to nevidím tak, že mě lisabon zachránil, nebo že to rozhodnutí zcela změnilo můj život. jen se můj život odebral do jiného neznáma, a bohudík/bohužel některým událostem se pohnul odlišným směrem. </p><p>já jsem se hrozně bála třicítky. nebo jsem si to myslela. podle mě jsem se spíš bála převzít zodpovědnost za další životní rozhodnutí. protože dříve jsem to mohla hodit na rozverná léta dvacítky. teď pod tíhnou vlastního soudu jsem si myslela, že třicet vroubků znamená hanbu. s ostudou si přiznat, že to v lisabonu nefunguje, a že tam už nechci žít. nebo spíš chci, ale není to něco, co už mě dělá šťatsnou a já nevím, jak to štěští najít tam, kde už jsem ho vypotřebovala. jenže to nebylo štětsí, co jsem zpotřebovala, to bylo jen ten růst, co už jsem nemohla na stejném místě najít. a ten růst. to je to, co mě vždycky hnalo dál. takže jsem se někdy mezi listopadem a prosincem uvědomila, že už to dál nejde. dáme tomu do jara a potom půjdu s batohem zpátky. kam? vždyť zpátky neexistuje. </p><p>myslím, že zatím nestála ani tak samotná praha, jako to, že bych se vrátila zpět někam, kde jsem byla tak neukotvěná. bez ničeho. že poslední tři roky v portugalsku nepřinesly žádné ovoce. jenže člověk se nikdy nevrací na to stejné místo a tím stejným člověkem. jak se můžeme vrátit někam, kdy se všechno změnilo. my i místa. lidi žijící tam. lidi narostli, stejně jako my. ať už to vidíme jako prohru nebo výhru. změna není konstantní. je nevyhnutelná. trpělivá. pomalu příchozí. a přijde, když ji nejméně čekáme. kdy jsem to vzdali. ona přijde, protože čekala na nás, až jí otevřeme dveře, o kterých jsme ani nevěděli. nechali jsme to být. když cítíte, že život musí být životem a vy nemůžete nijak zasáhnout.</p><p>myslím, že ten hrozný klid toho souznění s nevyhnutelnem, mě konečně nechal v noci spát. to všechno se odehrávalo, když jsem to neviděla, necítila. kdy jsem si myslela, že nic nemám. tak jsem na tom všem pracovala. a život na tom pracoval kolem mě. každá ta slzička nad rozlitým mlékem, nesla svoje ovoce. jsou věci, které bych teď chtěla napravit, ale asi na ně ještě nemam dost kuráže nebo toho osobního rozvoje. </p><p>a tak nějak v prosince jsme byla rozhonuta, že dílo je dokonáno a toho roku se vrátím domů. a že to zkusíme ještě jednou. do třetice? a jak to tak bývá, ona byla ještě další možnost. to byly ty dveře. a přes zdrcené ego pracovním propadem a vztahovými rozklady - přišla práce a kamarádka se mě zeptala, zda bych se nechtěla potkat s jejím kamarádem. a protože víme, jak to chodí, tak jsem řekla ne. a pak ještě jednou ne, pro jistotu, aby to bylo všem jasné. mně. kamarádce. vesmíru. </p><p>no a o těch několik měsíců později spolu bydlíme. </p><p>těžko říct, jak se na udolásti v životě stanou, kdo je plánuje a proč. kdo vám hodí klacek pod nohy a kdo ho zase pro vás sebere. a pak vás tím klackem praští. nevěřím na náhody, ale na osudovost. na to, že se věco dějou, aby nepomohly nám, ale lidem kolem nás. aby neposunuly jen nás, ale okolí. aby se to pořád hýbalo, aby nic nebylo statické. i když se to tak na chvíli jeví. věřím na hloubky, které se odtajní pro vyšší dobro. věřím na moudrost, co nepřichází sama, ale těm, co se ji snaží najít. bádat a jít ještě hlouběji do nitra, kde se nám to nemusí úplně líbit. kde je temno, ale přibarveno, aby se nám to na povrchu lépe trávilo. věřím, že jsem se tam ještě nedostala a ten vnitří boj je dost často potřeba překonat, abychom se stali lepším člověkem pro toho druhého. jenže možná se v tom temnu najdeme, potkáme a podáme si ruce. možná jsme tam všichni úplně stejní, jen se tam někteří dostaneme dříve nebo později. ale ten úkol je se tam alespoň jednou dostat a potkat se. a na těch stupních té životní temnoty dostaneme, to co jsme vždycky chtěli. ne pro uspokojení egoistického chtíče, ale abychom se opět dostali dále, na další práh. </p><p>a je to krásný. ať už to má jakoukoliv podobu vašeho štěstí. platí to a je to vaše. i když to támhle někdo dělá jinak. a tak se tam možná jednou potkáme, podáme si ruce a řekneme si, že jsme se dlouho neviděli a je to všechno zapomenuto a možná bychom mohli zase začít znovu, ne tam, kde jsme skončili, ale tam, kde jsme začali.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJKIKtLd8K8CeOofZx3N5mWpcQiLLtZV0TEuR5ZUpeSPtL-lL22ZvR_3LoS_hxXoaFGtB_yVY7jr82bma1dahqsbfWLF1SstynV3zQ3boxXbJHZZOawaTQ4QowY9GwDnSZVUTBPGRTyGpKQBqKluSjv0IuVIVP6NDHGehaPqbHYA9sG1qESof-g2UAuw/s1776/IMG-1109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="ejnets" border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJKIKtLd8K8CeOofZx3N5mWpcQiLLtZV0TEuR5ZUpeSPtL-lL22ZvR_3LoS_hxXoaFGtB_yVY7jr82bma1dahqsbfWLF1SstynV3zQ3boxXbJHZZOawaTQ4QowY9GwDnSZVUTBPGRTyGpKQBqKluSjv0IuVIVP6NDHGehaPqbHYA9sG1qESof-g2UAuw/s16000/IMG-1109.JPG" title="ejnets" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com2407 44 Chřibská, Česko50.8632459 14.482982622.553012063821157 -20.6732674 79.173479736178848 49.6392326tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-46558453633466325092021-09-19T12:05:00.005+02:002021-09-19T12:05:55.882+02:00this is not a love story. period.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7wTE0kHiJs/YUcG_TXSZOI/AAAAAAAAZ8s/UvsUCJNy4sQNroSes0GafXRWGt4WgXAWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_0498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1239" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7wTE0kHiJs/YUcG_TXSZOI/AAAAAAAAZ8s/UvsUCJNy4sQNroSes0GafXRWGt4WgXAWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/IMG_0498.JPG" /></a></div><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>it is funny how men answer when they are being asked of turning 30.</b> nothing changes, is the enlighted answer they like to provide. like it is something we should all laugh about. because, truly nothing changes. for them. and then they like to add, <b>you will see.</b> as obviously that is something they know better than you. as always and as anything. but this is not supposed to be praise on mansplaining or getting the forever and ever unsolicited advice. and this has nothing to do with love, expect all for nothing else then womanhood. this is about us being decided by incompetent people who have never even experienced the true pain and glory of being a woman.</div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;">i don't feel sorry for them nor for myself. i feel sorry for all those moments when i actually got a chance to stand up for myself and be the wannabe feminist i should have been a long time ago. yet again, not for myself, but for all those women before me. insulted in their faces by a chauvinism of their lives and how to lead it.</div><p style="text-align: justify;">and i mean. we do live in a world where a woman is being tested on daily basis. by everything and everybody, especially everybody the men. as if it is not easy to carry the burden of womanhood, we also need to deal with men testing woman of her knowledge.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">and let's face it. dating apps are mostly filled with narcissistic men, thinking they know better, so going on a date shows just the proof of it. not even to the particular woman on that place. as much as it hurts to say it, we as females are not the essence of the date. the ego has the leading role, the ego was taken out for a fancy beer.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">and as dolly alderton said in her book Ghosts, dating apps are a young man's game. if you wanna do it, you you've got to be in it to win it. i would add, is there even anything to win?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">i was thinking of my favorite authors like bukowski, miller and kundera. men being called chauvinists for the sake of writing. being open and honest about personal relationships does not justify being sexist, to shows openness to talk about it. what we are facing right now in a real-world of sexism are those guys, hunting on dating apps, secretly playing a game, because they found out about the rules, in order to prove themselves hidden behind fancy words and classy looks. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">the new age teachers of sexism. by playing it gently. testing you right there on a first date. to prove yet again this is a man's man's world. and right there, it is where the evil is hidden. not in men who wrote about sex and having plenty of women. women do that too. as ts eliot said, this is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but with millennial sexism. let's not blame the dating apps, there is no difference to instagram, the ultimate application for seeking strangers' validation under fake filters. the problem is when people download it. for evil to grow.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">it is more about the place, where values like compassion, understanding, connection, and respect had no ground to grow. when kindness cannot flourish, what takes its place?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">i have dated plenty and i have dated way too much for my taste. i have spent way too many hours silent when i should have pull the: you think you better than me? and drinks smashing in assholes' faces, card. lastly, i should have simply pulled the card of standing up, walking away, and never looking back. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">this is about us being good girls for years just not disturb anybody with our body. being ashamed for it. hiding it. taking pills to numb the pain because we simply have to live it and bear with it. because you are a woman.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">trauma is genetic. inherited. like the curse. it makes me still wonder if as women we were truly enchanted by an evil witch and now it goes on for generations. damn, i do not wish to be kissed by another cute and tall "have you read this book, let me tell you about it" dick when the word charming was not found in the dictionary. so i wonder, now more than ever, are our minds and bodies so traumatized so you find yourself at the doctor's office. listening to the doctor saying to you unimaginable things about your body, while the only thing that goes through your head is. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>i just turned 30. this is not happening.</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">i am in a dream. again. and i will wake up in 2018.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">and by the evening, the very same day, you get asked.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>have you thought of freezing your eggs? </b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>why don't you just go on a pill?</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>or we can just inject these and those hormones into you, you know, to make you functional. again. </b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">i was functional before this?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">and there we have it.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">so if the trauma is inherited. are our female bodies so traumatized that the struggle just continues? and we are facing now names like HPV, polycystic ovaries, and endometriosis. and young girls alone, being scared of something that has tno cure, because nobody knew about it till now, nobody gave a rat's ass. there was nothing to know. we are just women, right? not men in important positions doing politics, wars, and deciding if and how we can have sex. we have it all in our bodies. and nobody looked twice. it is not the question of how many eggs get frozen. it is the question of how the opposite sex controls the female body.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">this is how you find yourself in the chair of the doctor's office. where you happen to be scared. god knows what they are going to tell you. guess what, they have no answer. only scans. with words like: see this? and i did and it was scary.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>so yea suddenly you just turned 30, the magical number where nothing changes, but all it has already changed. because i knew something was wrong. </b>is this the kind of reality when nothing changes, but you are, here and now, already changed?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">and this time it might not have been the missing hormones in my body. is this why am i missing something all the time? perhaps, it is not the lack of connection with somebody and i crave so much, maybe it is the lack of production inside of my ovaries. cause the lack of it being not enough functioning of a woman? this is not a question of being 30 nor the question of how nothing changes for men and everything changes for a woman.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">by the age of 28 you become an essay of unanswered questions from society. you became an open book for anybody to judge you even before the doctor opens you like the book that should have been forever closed. and calms one down as you are not the only one. you hear it here and there. and you have neverending compassion for all these women around you. because somehow somewhere you know, you are next in that doctor's office. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">i have not cried properly for my lazy ovaries yet, i kinda feel i have cried enough all last year, because i knew something was wrong. i searched for the wrong in people, not to face my own music.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>as i always say, it takes one to be one. it takes even more to be one, when the one you are is not functioning as it should.</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">i wonder if this is me being brave to publishing this, or me just being so scared to call for somebody out there to know how it feels. or to call for somebody out there, to know you are not being alone.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">it is 16 years for me and my period being together. years of pain and complaining. years of hiding, not talking about it, feeling ashamed, for something we should love and cherish. i wonder if us, as a new generation of women with problems appearing on daily basis, is the punishment for us being ashamed for something that cannot be more natural and feminine. something that defines woman as she is, because that something we were trying to hide and pretend that never existed, is the most precious thing we have. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">and i am not even trying to talk about what it gives us for life, how to handle pain and how to get to know our bodies better. the kind of connection men can never understand. they only can dream about it when they make fake situations to feel something at least similar to what women can feel. each and every cycle of life.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">i wonder if we are being punished for decisions that were made by men about female bodies. i wonder if all that toxicity we needed to bear all those generations now shows on us. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>because, it might get better, you are still young, but this, this is not going to go away easily.</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">last year, maybe two, gave me a completely different perspective on my body. on my missing period. on my stagnating ovulation and on how other people treat it. not physically precisely. mentally. how my body as something that should produce another human has not been given enough respect. not just by others. by me. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">how i have let myself down in all those situations when asked questions nobody has the right to ask. nobody has the right to make sexist jokes, and nobody has the right to compare my years to another person's life. especially a person without a uterus. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>because let's face it, no uterus, no opinion. </b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>no ovaries, no opinion.</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">do you remember that joke circling around the internet one time: men cannot trust women, because they bleed for one week without dying?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">should we trust somebody with an opinion about women's lives when they do not understand how can we produce this magic without, actually, dying? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">and yet again, as this might seem like an attack on people born with penises, it is rather me trying to figure it out what kind of society raised me for shaming myself for something, i missed the most, the moment i almost lost it. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>but hey, we are in it to win it, right? when we were not even invited for a game we never wanted to play.</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">as a disclaimer by the end of this article, this is not meant to attack men, rather to help me find my own feministic voice by expressing my opinions in a way i please and i am entitled to. also, this may be read one day by a woman who is also alone and scared of the information she has just found out about her own body. and it helps to know we are not alone. there is compassion and kindness to find stillness inside of who we really are.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JaUYB6p12CE/YUcHMvtgunI/AAAAAAAAZ8w/LnqwqaFlMLccaerTqa69XYzAkrOC6XrrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_9384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1316" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JaUYB6p12CE/YUcHMvtgunI/AAAAAAAAZ8w/LnqwqaFlMLccaerTqa69XYzAkrOC6XrrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/IMG_9384.JPG" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com0Lisabon, Portugalsko38.7222524 -9.139336610.412018563821157 -44.2955866 67.03248623617884 26.0169134tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-41586934121473794062021-07-31T17:19:00.002+02:002023-04-20T15:31:21.628+02:00a sheet story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM_M8rsMem4/YQVotb14QWI/AAAAAAAAZ4Q/oFehC_m7a1oGj4uqDkS7Jihg81Sx055dQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1776/8465A4E9-FD77-40C3-9304-C2932C72153D-7982-000000BFCABDD1BE%2B2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="1776" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM_M8rsMem4/YQVotb14QWI/AAAAAAAAZ4Q/oFehC_m7a1oGj4uqDkS7Jihg81Sx055dQCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/8465A4E9-FD77-40C3-9304-C2932C72153D-7982-000000BFCABDD1BE%2B2.JPG" /></a></div><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a>i have a favorite sheet. let me rephrase. i have only one usable sheet that happens to be my favorite. this saturday, after cleaning my favorite sheet, i put it out to dry and as we live on the thirteenth floor in lisbon, the wind is strong, (and my nerves weak). my favorite sheet got all tangled up. whilst i was trying to take it back inside, it got ripped. now, there is a hole in my favorite sheet. in my only sheet. which is beige because obviously, that is the only stylish acceptable color one can have for an only child sheet. for a single lady who is too preoccupied to buy another one, so she makes it stylish at last.<p></p><p>the sheet looks like a mouse ate it.</p><p>i made the bed and watched the sheet, with the hole. laughing in my face. </p><p>by now, while i write this, i know i cannot live with this and sleeping will become even bigger torture than it already is. </p><p>so now there is a hole and i need to learn to live with it.</p><p>i could go and buy a new one. that i am trying to do already for months, but my brain convinced me there can never be a better sheet than this one. not even at zara home where i bought it.</p><p>i could also be a skilled woman and patch it. now, the question is. is better the visible patching or the hole? that is just a cover-up. wouldn't be better to have the ugly mistake of my incapability of being an adult woman there for everybody to see. but nobody is there to see it. if there is a man occasionally to see it, i might as well just say i did it, because at night i need to chew on something. that will force the man to leave and as usual, i will be the happiest once there is no unwanted presence. only the hole in my sheet. and my soul apparently.</p><p>to trash it away seems very unecological. </p><p>so the only question now is, am i going to be able to sleep with it? (well i have slept with much worse so let's just finish here). because i am not doing anything about it.</p><p>i am trying to push this towards some metaphor of my life, yet i cannot find any. it seems slightly cheesy to make the hole a visible mistake i have, we all have. </p><p>so there are only three types of people in this world. and i do not want to hang out with any of them. the ones that change, the ones that ignore it and the ones that do nothing and complain. </p><p>i wonder what level of adulthood is this. also, in the Cambridge dictionary, the definition of adulthood is hell. so i know, i will learn how to live with the hole, but in the beginning, this will be just so uncomfortable. therefore it makes me wonder if this is the way i live my life.</p><p>- it kinda sucks, but i will learn to live with it. cause imperfect things are cute and also should be cherished. for their visible ugliness, from inside to outside. and then, when eventually the hole will disappear, i will stand there, in my bedroom, being even more unhappy, because now i miss it. it will take me months to get to learn to love the new sheet. even though i buy the identical one. and i will again somehow destroy it in couple of months. and the story goes on and on.</p><p>so see, the moral of the story is, do not buy it in zara home. level up and buy the more expensive one. also new silk sheets for your pillows. no wrinkles, beautiful hair. for sure a happy life.</p><p>if anybody buys me a new sheet for my birthday, cut me off your contact list.</p><p>cheers.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com0Lisabon, Portugalsko38.7222524 -9.1393366-40.970342433207264 -149.76433660000004 90 131.48566340000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-86581945566120374052021-06-09T16:28:00.002+02:002023-04-20T15:31:30.989+02:00fragile adulthood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DWPw2lRWUQ/YMC006VdVYI/AAAAAAAAZrs/WpgY3377DY4db2sow4Kj2-TbEmonJKGjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1184/IMG_7396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1064" data-original-width="1184" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DWPw2lRWUQ/YMC006VdVYI/AAAAAAAAZrs/WpgY3377DY4db2sow4Kj2-TbEmonJKGjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/IMG_7396.JPG" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span></span></p><a name='more'></a>after a very long time with no crying involved, i have been sobbing over the phone, to my friend with the same questions repeating all over again. just with a different meaning. not anymore involving anybody else, but me. <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">i do and i tend to ask myself a lot of questions every minute of every day. keeps me up to pace, makes me being aware of things and events happening around me. this time, while sobbing, the question was, i know i cannot do better, so if i cannot do better what more i can do? and is there more to do? and if there is to do more, how do i know and when and how am i suppose to do it. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">i don't want it to be more, because this time, after a very long time, i cannot do more. i have found myself yet again exhausted, speechless of events revolving around me, full of questions with no answers. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">what more can i do to make things better? to make them feel better. why, oh, why in whatever's name, can't for once it go my way.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">why is it two steps forward and three back? what is being stuck back there that keeps me going reversed? what am i not seeing, what am i missing? it used to be a circle. now it is a line of neverending stops. the line is there, yet i am not being pulled forward. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">so on a way of being the woman i always wanted to be, i get pulled by unshaped creatures i have not chosen to be part of my life, yet i have seek it without knowing. so a person constantly searching for the meaning behind closed doors, do i ever get those answers? and is each of my questions going to be answered with another question? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">i am not being overly stucked on the fact of being thirty this year, even though i find it kinda cute. me and my twenties we are done, we have done it all and we could not have done more. i have pressed several lives into one decade and i have overpassed several lines i should have left untouched. i have milked that cow till i could until i have fallen down on my mouth begging myself to stop. in the sake of everybody involved. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">so simply as that, there are no answers. it will always just generate more questions. but the glory of the days when you get to ask those questions, it is there. and in recent endless nights, watching the ceiling going from dark to live, my mind tends to do the opposite. the different side of it now is, i know it is happening and i know how to maintain myself. when the pain goes deeper searching for connections that are not yet there. i have the life of a woman i always wanted to be, i am not the woman i always wanted to be. but i do search for the woman i always wanted to be. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">so going backward, into the abyss of the last two three years and all the sad stories, never-ending fight with depression, sleepless nights and watching the shadows on the ceiling telling me that nothing will change if i don't dig deeper, i have found glimpses, small amounts of the actual change sneaking into my life, as i always wanted and i craved. the changes to become the person, the woman i always wanted to be. i do imagine a lot how it would be to meet her one day, all the grace and glory, smile and deep understanding of what we have been through and we have reached yet another elevation through the experience of ordinary life. that we truly do try to find the beauty of ordinary life. because the beauty is there. i try to remind myself of smells of those ordinary moments to take me back, to those moments when the change happened but i was not aware of it. those moments that i hated later on so much. the people who were part of it. never seen as the uplifting glory of my own personality, shaping the one and only person that only mattered in that situation and it was me. so it does matter. and it did matter. each and every tear and each and every sleepless night. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">it is not just me. maybe you or your friend. might be somebody around you see every day with that neverending smile hidding away the elevation pain of being a better person. because damn, it hurts. i always wished it hurt less. maybe i should have asked for more. because the woman i want to be can take more, can carry more, and see it more clearly. <b>it takes one to be one. </b>so the issue is not in finding plus one, but to search for the one that is already there. and like i said in the <b>pieces of what</b> article. those are just glimses of ourselves in others, that we need, the love we search for so much. those are the pieces that matter. that stay. those are the pieces i hope we all find and cherish them forever. nobody has them. it is only the mirror of another person that shows them. <b>of us for us.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>i wish i could paint my reality with words.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>to see it as clearly as it comes so rarely to my mind.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>i wish there would be more, to paint those blank slates with words that can describe all there is inside.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky9NonFF454/YMC088r0kvI/AAAAAAAAZr0/92PnEwAZbY82g3ifsLkIt5xEkEPMxU9uACLcBGAsYHQ/s1776/IMG_6701.JPG" imageanchor="1" 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name='more'></a></span></b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>my mum said last night: it feels like i don't have enough time to enjoy this. what if i won't enjoy it here enough?</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">perhaps we do have more in common than i ever thought. it is the unbearable notion circling through my mind. <b>time is, but i am not.</b> <b>i am not there when the time comes.</b> it seems i am the one who runs away when the right time presents itself. all the things i ever want to do can never possibly fit into that amount i am given. no matter how much it is. like i can never fulfill myself inside the small box called time. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">whenever people do not understand me, i just want to shake with all of them and scream, don't you see it? don't you see how little time we have and we are just wasting it with this nonsense? but shaking, no shaking, they never see. they never know. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">you can never see time if you hardly see what and who is standing right in front of your nose. <b>time is the school in which we learn, time is the fire in which we burn. my forever favorite by Delmore Schwartz.</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">it is not the question of what if time fails me, but what if i am the one failing the time i am given as i can never see it when it reaches me? i know all those moments when time showed me the path, yet i have ignored it to make new ones, expanding into new time-lapses. will i ever miss it like those small pieces i have given away?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">what if, as my mother said, i am never gonna enjoy it fully as i intend to. in my head. not for anybody else. but for me. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">what if our time passed by and we missed it? because we did not put the value on it of the enjoyment. and is enjoying the actual measure of time? not the clock itself? but how much you have given of yourself to it, then you can count it.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">the depth of the small moments we can never see is the metric system for time passed by. never to come back. never to be given to us again. <b>there goes my hero. watch him as he goes.</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">only when you dare to look into the mirror and count the wrinkles on your face. that is the space and the ruler of our time. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">and when the time goes by, as the ultimate frenemy, will we greet it or will we punch it? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">shall we cherish it or shall we lose it?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">and when you see it, on my face, will you know i did good or i was just a passer-by? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">and last but not least, will you ever look back?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">i find it strange, as we fill in the time with moments we cannot possibly see that particular moment, but wrinkles of laugh lines, angry lines, sadness lines later. being by many years changed by our mind for memories we actually want to see and want to forget. so no matter the amount of time given, it will change accordingly for us, without us knowing, yet again. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">decisions called mistakes to turn into the experience and eventually into wisdom. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">time is, but i am not. i am nothing compared to time, yet time is all added to me. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjmRgmOysg4/YJgDeopA63I/AAAAAAAAZlk/QvYvfiF5ALIsUcSBqJOxHyCKnPpVBRswACLcBGAsYHQ/s1776/577B2B5E-4141-4B3B-9B34-C41588563A18-1245-0000001FF25C9B38.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="1776" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjmRgmOysg4/YJgDeopA63I/AAAAAAAAZlk/QvYvfiF5ALIsUcSBqJOxHyCKnPpVBRswACLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/577B2B5E-4141-4B3B-9B34-C41588563A18-1245-0000001FF25C9B38.JPG" /></a></div><div 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book.</b></div>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com0407 44 Chřibská, Česko50.8632459 14.482982622.553012063821157 -20.6732674 79.173479736178848 49.6392326tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-83461525116544857122021-04-22T10:10:00.003+02:002023-04-20T15:31:43.209+02:00maybe you're a little fire, you've been drowning your own desires.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLopR7nCNGY/YICTpeaL6NI/AAAAAAAAZM0/s8zY1GgE0Swnp7ITcXL0HsZmqcgGKH7EACPcBGAsYHg/s4079/IMG_6006.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3343" data-original-width="4079" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLopR7nCNGY/YICTpeaL6NI/AAAAAAAAZM0/s8zY1GgE0Swnp7ITcXL0HsZmqcgGKH7EACPcBGAsYHg/s16000/IMG_6006.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">i would always choose sunset and sunrise over anything else. even you.</span></div><p style="text-align: justify;">i would always choose a day with a book over anything else. even you. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">i would always choose my feet on grass or sand over anything else. even you.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">i would always choose a smile over anything else. mainly yours.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">i would always choose experience over anything else. even you.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">i would always choose something else than you.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">but by now i know, i wouldn't choose any other person than you.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>the choices.</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">the choices we make shape the person we stay. and the person we stay with.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>but in all these choices i make, when is the last time i choose myself? </b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">the profound and the first thought in the choice-making process, why is it me who is standing there overlooked and overruled by all the other voices? people? loves? friendships? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">i do know one. how many do you know? how many did you make for yourself, not for others? especially the imaginary others in your head?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">since then i cannot recall when i followed myself.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">i have unfollowed myself. as i have become to hate my own instagram profile. i made a new one. to hide me from the old one. i rather hide myself, the way i am and the way i would choose myself any day, from the person i wanted to be. i was expected to be. in shame of those demons in my head telling i am not good enough. for you. for myself.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">instead of choosing myself and following myself, i choose all the unimportant small issues. i made them the rulers of my days, the sadness of my life. don't take me wrong. i have a huge existential kink in my sadness. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">i feel sadness fulfill me. sadness gives me a reason. sadness finds a way for me go to through days.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">it gives me meaning.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">it gives me hope.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">happiness is not filling as it lacks the depts. there is a beauty in sadness happiness cannot reach. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">i find melancholy thriving. there i sit with my inspiration, with the beauty of it all.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">it is there where lies my power, where stands my goal.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">i struggled so long for somebody to understand this. for somebody to see it and embrace it, embrace me with it, for who i am with all its glory. yet as always, the only acceptance one needs is his own.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">the ultimate judge with no mercy. when at the end of the day, it is the choice we make. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">the deeper you get, the deeper you love. so to back to fleabag quoting:</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>i think you know how to love better than any of us, that's why you find it all so painful.</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">happiness is not my final destination, happiness does not give me the ultimate satisfaction. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">i don't need to be happy.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">what i need is to be satisfied.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">with every breath i take.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">and every move i make.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">while feeling ashamed for quoting The Police.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">i wanna be satisfied with the decisions i make and with the woman i am.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">i wanna be satisfied with the good and the bad.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">that is why i always wanted it all.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">i always wanted to see it all and feel it all.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">all the pain and all the glory. each feeling of each human that passed my life.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">the touch, the smile, the anger. the touch of a person who shouldn't be touching you, but you quite do it as you will never be touched like that ever again. by anybody else. so you do it, so you need it. those are the pieces we search for when you look at somebody else, who is not quite you. or me. and him. i don't want those pieces back, they made me collect new pieces. but i still have them. pieces of us.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">all went to the ultimate satisfaction of feelings so many people avoid in order to maintain life with no meaning. numb and empty. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">so i rather stay satisfied in my sadness than happy with empty fingers. because i always want to touch it. the beauty of it all. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">the sadness is the warm light on my face. it is my drug, it is my sun, it is my love. it is me. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--v5j3qauOK0/YICT4PHiavI/AAAAAAAAZM4/1xu5i-H-9l82Gk-LDeOG1dNvGr50Z0wWACPcBGAsYHg/s6833/IMG_5993.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6833" data-original-width="3846" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--v5j3qauOK0/YICT4PHiavI/AAAAAAAAZM4/1xu5i-H-9l82Gk-LDeOG1dNvGr50Z0wWACPcBGAsYHg/s16000/IMG_5993.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piFWuvzWvwA/YICT4JNrqhI/AAAAAAAAZM4/y6wVzDzVHTsGSdWciJA174xQHLvcl5TggCPcBGAsYHg/s3744/IMG_6005.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3353" data-original-width="3744" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piFWuvzWvwA/YICT4JNrqhI/AAAAAAAAZM4/y6wVzDzVHTsGSdWciJA174xQHLvcl5TggCPcBGAsYHg/s16000/IMG_6005.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5CXx7xAYu0/YICT4Cv8SqI/AAAAAAAAZM4/qqOXXcZf-VEIt9EZGrFyD4TgnnqCXYrwwCPcBGAsYHg/s3744/IMG_6004.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3189" data-original-width="3744" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5CXx7xAYu0/YICT4Cv8SqI/AAAAAAAAZM4/qqOXXcZf-VEIt9EZGrFyD4TgnnqCXYrwwCPcBGAsYHg/s16000/IMG_6004.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jDQDFEpu5JA/YICUf1dS9OI/AAAAAAAAZNI/jVms8VnDHAsYvCpJk2GFK0PESGU3ndxzgCPcBGAsYHg/s6062/IMG_5996.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6062" data-original-width="3744" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jDQDFEpu5JA/YICUf1dS9OI/AAAAAAAAZNI/jVms8VnDHAsYvCpJk2GFK0PESGU3ndxzgCPcBGAsYHg/s16000/IMG_5996.JPG" /></a></div><br />Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com0Lisabon, Portugalsko38.7222524 -9.139336610.412018563821157 -44.2955866 67.03248623617884 26.0169134tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-59493941673811714672021-04-15T17:04:00.006+02:002023-04-20T15:32:01.261+02:00pieces of what.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvB3j841O8E/YH2Jlf3xz7I/AAAAAAAAZJ8/UD7d-5eg0IwGJt5u6x618X864ZIQtGbQgCPcBGAsYHg/s3024/IMG_5971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2345" data-original-width="3024" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvB3j841O8E/YH2Jlf3xz7I/AAAAAAAAZJ8/UD7d-5eg0IwGJt5u6x618X864ZIQtGbQgCPcBGAsYHg/s16000/IMG_5971.JPG" /></a></div><b style="text-align: left;"><span><a name='more'></a></span>i was passing from reason to feeling, from security to adventure, from rationality. to dream. i was utterly alone, but this time my solitude was not a torment, there was something mystical about it.</b></div><p></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p>sometimes i watch people like they are standing behind thick glass. i watch them and study their behavior, secretly dreaming i could join them there, behind that glass, one day maybe, as sometimes i exclude myself like i do not belong. the question of belonging to a place or to somebody has always been strange to me. especially as it takes time to find a path to belong to yourself and to nobody else. and once you do that. to share a piece of it, seems like a completely different world or like sharing the last piece of pizza you really love, you wanna have, although you are not hungry, just craving, but the person opposite you kinda deserves it more. </p><p><br /></p><p>do you ever think of sharing yourself and giving a small piece of you to somebody, makes you less you and when that someone gets out of your way, do you ever get that piece back or does it stay with them forever? do you ever wonder, when a person close to you dies, leaves you or you lose touch with them, does the part of you, the part you so willingly gave to them, dies and goes with them? do we spend our life in eternal search for that piece so deeply connected to that person? how deep is your love? is this the point the famous bee gees song is about?</p><p><br /></p><p>and once it stays with them, what if i wake up in twenty years and i search for that piece? because i have been missing it. not the person. but me, lost behind that thick glass. i have given up on that one small piece of myself and now that piece is needed.</p><p><br /></p><p>i think i have lost many pieces of myself and as joan didion said: i have lost touch with all the people i used to be. i imagine all those people i used to be and all those pieces i used to have standing in front of me, would i choose them again to be part of me? </p><p><br /></p><p>or maybe we just continue with our lives and slowly searching for small pieces of us in new people. we look at them, try to get to know them and slowly, but surely, we can paint a picture of the person we use to know. that is she. she is me, just in a different light with a different story writing her life. but the core of my small, but meaningful, piece is there. </p><p><br /></p><p>so we grab on to these pieces till we can. until there is nothing to hold on. and it goes on and on. </p><p><br /></p><p>overall, i don't think i search for my lost pieces anymore. i search for pieces of myself in people. of myself the way i am now, as i think i have improved as a person. i have seen my lost pieces, i have been with my lost pieces and i have lived my lost pieces-i have ven loved them, deeply. they were all the broken, the bad, the good parts of me. they highlight all there is. and you know how it goes, the wisest man of all Noel Gallagher, said it himself once: and all the roads we have to walk are winding, all the lights that lead us there are blinding. well, i didn't find my way to get behind that glass, but i am on an excellent way to try. one day. not now. </p><p><br /></p><p>so if i ever meet you there, you must have a piece of me. </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>as usual: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7q9uiFbnzk&ab_channel=xideal" target="_blank">THE SONG</a>, because pieces of what we used to call home</b></p>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com0Lisabon, Portugalsko38.7222524 -9.139336610.412018563821157 -44.2955866 67.03248623617884 26.0169134tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-41355040385791184772021-04-01T14:37:00.004+02:002023-04-20T15:32:20.852+02:00amusements for existential boredom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mEC5-_VnrDA/YGWwe1Du-xI/AAAAAAAASl0/Ekn5AR8j9aYMkQ6-mDtAOfYaRul-8z1gwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1776/IMG_5434.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="1776" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mEC5-_VnrDA/YGWwe1Du-xI/AAAAAAAASl0/Ekn5AR8j9aYMkQ6-mDtAOfYaRul-8z1gwCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/IMG_5434.JPG" /></a></div><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a>first, as blogging is very much finished and nobody reads blogs unless it contains emotional vomit, sex, and how to grow your hair faster, at this point i can also write whatever i like. and as my favorite woman, <b>Lena Dunham said: I don't give a shit about anything, yet I simultaneously have opinions about everything. </b>second, i have reached a new level of life - boredom and eternal loneliness. truly, as i am usually preoccupied with the excellent company of myself and other five to six people in my head, paranoia, sadness, lonesomeness, silent hysteria, and fantasies that will never come true, cause if it was to happen, i would be the one to suffer the most. i have finally, after months of reopening this unfinished article, put together all my favorite emotionally abusive books and series. happy easter to you all, i hope you have all solid cry (for help) cheers.<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOyZZiPaDeA/YGWkbJxG1qI/AAAAAAAASls/HbqW6JVXkOMr72-fWSSHB2fl1vbQBj-zwCLcBGAsYHQ/s732/How%2Bto%2BTalk%2Bto%2BYour%2BBoss%2BAbout%2BYour%2BMental%2BIllness.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="732" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOyZZiPaDeA/YGWkbJxG1qI/AAAAAAAASls/HbqW6JVXkOMr72-fWSSHB2fl1vbQBj-zwCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/How%2Bto%2BTalk%2Bto%2BYour%2BBoss%2BAbout%2BYour%2BMental%2BIllness.jpeg" /></a></div><p>here is my list of things to read, to listen and to do. the list on things to do is short: <b>it is drugs.</b></p><p>i am not gonna go again all about <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22822858-a-little-life" target="_blank">A LITTLE LIFE</a>. i mean, if you read this blog and follow me on instagram, you know, i do love this book. just bear in mind, you should be mentally stable to read this. not like me, spending one year obsession about how much it hurt me and what a rush it has been.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36336078-call-me-by-your-name?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=TShoSzinHh&rank=1" target="_blank">CALL ME BY YOUR NAME</a>. as i finished the book and the movie right after, i could stop myself from crying while watching one of the last scenes when Elio’s father has a heartbreaking monologue about suppressing emotions through our lives. the book was much better than the movie but this scene made the movie worth a while. i have seen it several times in a row as i have reread passages of the book over and over again, it is that kind of book one just wants to be soaked in. it is a novel with a feeling of the heartbreaking poem.</p><p>it is not just how well it is written and how sensual the book was (seriously, it is hot), it was the flow of feelings that described the beauty of one's love.</p><p>when i read these books and they make me feel as they do, i truly do wish everybody finds their way towards literature as it is the window to the knowledge of our own emotions. they open these rooms of our minds we hardly think of, as we rather suppress it. we are taught pain and sorrow should be shut down. but reading in general, intentionally searching for it in literature, makes one realize it is the pain and sorrow that elevates towards better tomorrows.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-917qDlXL_Pk/YGWwo-BpLFI/AAAAAAAASl4/5rnolE3qEAYScn5I0C8RJHVA85-WtwgnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/157195711_1579132532285113_8983007087569451344_o.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-917qDlXL_Pk/YGWwo-BpLFI/AAAAAAAASl4/5rnolE3qEAYScn5I0C8RJHVA85-WtwgnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/157195711_1579132532285113_8983007087569451344_o.png" /></a></div><br /><p>finally, after several recommendations, forever starting, i have read <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/241823.Women_Who_Run_With_the_Wolves" target="_blank">WOMEN WHO RUN WITH THE WOLVES</a>. and yes, now i am that type of woman who asks questions like: have you read this? please do so. i can be only friends with you if you read this book. it took me long time to finish it and i have read the other three books along with it, mainly because i was making notes, writing my thoughts down and rereading several stories to grasp the most out of it. so even if you are a man, be that kind of man to read this book.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2967752-the-elegance-of-the-hedgehog" target="_blank">THE ELEGANCE OF THE HEDGEHOG</a>. i would even dare to say, this was the best book i read last year. what a beautiful writing style. marvelous thoughts and amazing story. my dear friend adelka recommended this to me, she was also the first one to tell me about A LITTLE LIFE, two years ago. and as usual she was right, both books worth the time and space in your mind.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17607.All_About_Love" target="_blank">ALL ABOUT LOVE</a>. i am succer for all books talking and analysing love. it is like reading about your favorite torture discipline. how to and how not to. this one is special. i have written all about it <a href="http://www.ejnets.com/2020/05/what-i-read-during-lockdown.html" target="_blank">here</a>. disclaimer, this is not esoteric book.</p><p><br /></p><p>both books by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15860970.Sally_Rooney" target="_blank">SALLY ROONEY</a>. normal people and conversations with friends. it seems the reading world is separated in four groups - those who like and dislike sally rooney. and those who prefer one or the other book. i am the liking sally rooney going with team of normal people. i still recommended the beautiful BBC series exactly as the book NORMAL PEOPLE. i have also finished the mr. salary short story, did not get it, but it was nice to read something fresh from her.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/46199.Letters_to_a_Young_Poet" target="_blank">LETTERS TO A YOUNG POET</a>, because of rilke and no more words needed.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35133922-educated" target="_blank">EDUCATED</a>. the instagram book of this year. i wasn't as amazed as the rest of the world, but i still think it is good book to read for several reasons - one is education and how disgraceful we sometimes are towards it. </p><p><br /></p><p>patti smith <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44776548-year-of-the-monkey" target="_blank">YEAR OF THE MONKEY</a>. i have read only JUST KIDS by Patti, and i loved it. year of the monkey was exactly five years ago and i was reading this when the American elections were going on, with patti smith describing the horrors of donald trump winning that time. she talks a lot about all the people she lost through her life, yet the book didn't make me sad neither for second.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/45289222-writers-lovers" target="_blank">WRITERS&LOVERS</a> by lily king. this resonated a lot as it is about a girl who struggles with life, love and writing. i am in mood just for novels recently, so if you find yourself sick of non-fiction, go get it.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44279110-my-year-of-rest-and-relaxation" target="_blank">MY YEAR OF REST AND RELAXATION</a> by Ottessa Moshfegh, even the cover looks like chilled book, right? well, it is not. it is slightly psychopathic. made me think of one year of forced hibernation for myself. to change me to be a better person whatever that means in this world.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42983724-drive-your-plow-over-the-bones-of-the-dead" target="_blank">DRIVE YOUR PLOW OVER THE BONES OF THE DEAD</a> by Olga Tokarczuk. i have given myself homework to read more of nobel price winners. this one is by polish author and as much as i <b>do not</b> enjoy detective stories, i enjoyed the style of writing as something completely new and refreshing.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36809135-where-the-crawdads-sing" target="_blank">WHERE THE CRAWDADS SING</a> by Delia Owens, i will hardly ever forget the Marsh Girl after this. what a beautiful story. i was shaking while reading it, made me crave for more books like this. the story completely sucked me in and i couldn't stop. i am very into novels this year, another one to read is <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34066798-a-gentleman-in-moscow" target="_blank">A GENTLEMAN IN MOSCOW</a> and <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/49535227-acts-of-desperation" target="_blank">ACTS OF DESPERATION</a>, even though with Megan Nolan book i am not sure i dig the story, as much as i like her way of expressing her pain and abusive relationship with a man-child and a narcissist. </p><p><br /></p><p>and lastly, i was in need of magic and escape from the real world completely and i am rereading Harry Potter, now i am on the book four and my loves, this is my last recommendation for books in here if you truly do have enough of this shitty shitty society full of self-involved people.</p><p><br /></p><p>now, watching <b>HIGH FIDELITY</b>, the series made me watch the movie, which is much better, but i will take both, because there is nothing better to watch anyway. i mean, this is about breakups and the best music ever produced.</p><p>do yourself a favor and watch <b>MODERN LOVE</b>, the series based on a column published in The New York Times, mostly about love. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F18quAOIbvQ/YGWw5M7EXVI/AAAAAAAASmE/QHx-K7Mxqj4yrzecSZEdsCfEwXqQ67GjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s749/Fleabag%2Bis%2Bthe%2Bbest%2Bshow%2Bever%2B-%2BRENEGADE7X.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="749" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F18quAOIbvQ/YGWw5M7EXVI/AAAAAAAASmE/QHx-K7Mxqj4yrzecSZEdsCfEwXqQ67GjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/Fleabag%2Bis%2Bthe%2Bbest%2Bshow%2Bever%2B-%2BRENEGADE7X.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>and! last but not least, <b>FLEABAG! </b>i cannot stress this enough, because this got topped to my TOPS of love stories, heart-breaks, favorite characters, favorite series, favorite quotes, and new role model. i have seen the last episode already twice, as for today in the morning, when i had a very good cry over the song <a href="https://open.spotify.com/track/6NyJTEbcYMoq00ANbH0bvC?si=NgFs83O3TmGABAEn4q4gRg" target="_blank">This Feeling</a> by Alabama Shakes. this was a gift to myself from myself to not to hate last three months exponentially and aggressively (as ridiculusly aggressive i can be) and everybody in my life. because people do make mistakes. and i truly do wish nobody ever feels alone with those mistakes, it is the endless pit of lonesomeness and self-destruction. fleabag is a silver lining to this. to all of us. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uIPGGJsreMY/YGWw_t7WG8I/AAAAAAAASmI/_NaCx_xtMMksBuzugy5R9GzQhdSrFsnrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s680/no%2Bcontext%2Bfleabag%2Bon%2BTwitter.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="383" data-original-width="680" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uIPGGJsreMY/YGWw_t7WG8I/AAAAAAAASmI/_NaCx_xtMMksBuzugy5R9GzQhdSrFsnrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/no%2Bcontext%2Bfleabag%2Bon%2BTwitter.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>and lastly, i have found my spirti band - <a href="https://open.spotify.com/artist/2LMR8u7DOMF0FBseDpTsRa?si=kvGJxk5wTGCrU99_XQtcxQ" target="_blank">THE BETA BAND</a>, i cannot relate more right now than to this band, their philosophy and in general, not being famous at all, but producing the greatest music just by being themselves. as i notice in the article <a href="https://www.nme.com/blogs/nme-blogs/remembering-beta-band-self-destructive-pop-saboteurs-wrong-right-ways-2375232" target="_blank">HERE</a> for NME, they seem like a bunch of assholes insulting everybody and taking drugs. and the music is pure gold.</p><p>let's find each other on <a href="https://open.spotify.com/user/1183456140?si=79PHqXj-SfCeCm8crwLTZg" target="_blank">SPOTIFY</a>, so i can judge you for the hideous music you people listen to.</p><p>and also on <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/108246070-aneta-s" target="_blank">GOODREADS</a>, so i can judge you even better.</p><span></span><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>dobrý den, a teď si to dáme v češtině. další z věcí na seznamu, co dělat, když není co dělat, jsou podcasty.</p><p>moje stálice jsou samozřejmě jsou:</p><p><a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/2D3XGdekQ1oq9EseVSgZD7?si=5p-HAAxbT0eaBXsnf852yA" target="_blank">GIRLCAST PODCAST</a> od SuziFromTheBlog, když je možnost Zuzka mi dělá společnost při práci, jelikož vás nejen namotivuje, ale i uklidní, ať už hupsnete na jakoukoliv episodu.</p><p><a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/0kWq2Xwx6bPMKT7DjmThrK?si=IW97f8O_RtWJGIuQ7UUQxA" target="_blank">TÉMY EMY</a> od Emy Muller, občas se malinko na instagramu emy ztracim, ale nemůžu si pomoct a nesledovat to. podcast je ale láska. krátké, úderné texty. miluji.</p><p><a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/046NheRthLo214TSF6i4Tq?si=zIRAFl6GT0Kk9XWmgMktsg" target="_blank">VYLEŤ Z HNÍZDA</a> od Terky Hrubý pokud vám už chybí cestování. já si bohužel asi tak dva dny nazpátek uvědomila, že už ano. už bych vyleťela. jen na otočku. ne z lisabonu. chraň bůh. a s tím se pojí i to, že na tomto podcastu najdete i moji episodu o Lisabonu.</p><p>hezký poslech!</p><p>a protože k českým knížkám mám stále přístup díky <a href="https://www.albatrosmedia.cz/" target="_blank">albatrosmedia.cz</a>, chystám se i načíst konečně všechno od zibury, protože cestování.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a 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-9.139336610.412018563821157 -44.2955866 67.03248623617884 26.0169134tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-33648556086505597022021-02-26T11:42:00.002+01:002023-04-20T15:32:28.993+02:00the moon is a girl with the sun in her eyes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9dkXizWsKw/YDYzSm30hEI/AAAAAAAASiE/Y_6dXYsFwHAV2m0G4A9Rq_p_GpnmE8POgCPcBGAsYHg/s1776/9A7D425F-5397-4AD1-A2EE-CC40280B07E1-1476-0000003F63767944.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="1776" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9dkXizWsKw/YDYzSm30hEI/AAAAAAAASiE/Y_6dXYsFwHAV2m0G4A9Rq_p_GpnmE8POgCPcBGAsYHg/s16000/9A7D425F-5397-4AD1-A2EE-CC40280B07E1-1476-0000003F63767944.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: left;">it felt a bit like a lost air got back to my lungs this sunday. like the promise of something i have once loved was getting back. yet, one really cannot see it or touch it. one can just feel the returning. in the glims of sunshine on a cheek, a smile, a solid joke, or just a walk outside. with a friend, not just by yourself, for once.</div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we had an agenda behind these photos, but i would say surprisingly for both of us, it went better than expected. probably i was even more surprised when i was editing it on sunday evening, with the strange notion of time passing by with the transition to a different dimension of something one actually loves. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">it comes with each spring. like a promise of small pieces of beauty. the real beauty. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the real beauty of when you hear new music of your favorite artist and goosebumps go down your spine and tears stay in your eyes as you feel like there cannot be anything more intense than the sound.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the beauty of saying a joke only certain people can understand and you laugh so much, that yet again, you cry. how many times that has happened last year?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the beauty of the first moment when you feel the sunlight touching your skin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">when you finish a book that put your heart in the right place and your mind away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the very first attraction to a person you see for the very first time with the sight of love.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the smell of your favorite person.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the beauty of inspiration and creativity when it decides to seek you and give you its presence.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the beauty of pain leaving your body as it took you higher.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as emily dickinson said:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">if your nerve, deny you - go above your nerve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">can i say:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">if your pain, define you - go above your pain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">if the winter in our souls and outside represents our pain, is the spring the elevation in it? if pain and honesty elevate, and one goes above it - is it the spring of soul and the beauty we seek? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">embracing the eternal and never leaving pain as part of the existence of the evermore overwhelmed soul?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i truly wish for all of us spring brings this promise of something so beautiful that makes our eyes water. for good or bad. to seek the pain as the elevator to clarity out of the madness. repeating myself, again and again, <b>requoting cheryl strayed forever - to put ourselves in the way of beauty</b>. to create space for each other when one thought no space can be given anymore to anybody. it is a different kind of beauty you find in pain, a very rare one, not many can experience, hard to understand. it is the element of differentiation. it makes us painfully beautiful. whole and imperfect.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>*nick cave, warren ellis - shattered ground <a href="https://open.spotify.com/track/48IEabeEcOSPrU8yIZ1lpd?si=AxZPJInYTIi6IZjjWWrMVw" target="_blank">HERE<br /></a></b>and sometimes she's laughing and sometimes she's crying<br />and sometimes the moon is talking to nobody<br />and there's a madness in her and a madness in me<br />and together it forms a kind of sanity</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfenr16CKKU/YDYtO5EbWgI/AAAAAAAASg8/_QD019UAW_sVYDO0TBuXTdQVja0IO9fGACPcBGAsYHg/s1776/809EF180-A41F-4B88-9E75-9CC38A5E4174-1476-0000003BA0C025F5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" 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href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6O1bf99SdFg/X6kerzTli6I/AAAAAAAAO1s/1vOi7S_QamYR_EIGbaT13aQHQK0DZviaACLcBGAsYHQ/s1776/IMG_3541.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="1776" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6O1bf99SdFg/X6kerzTli6I/AAAAAAAAO1s/1vOi7S_QamYR_EIGbaT13aQHQK0DZviaACLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/IMG_3541.JPG" /></a></div><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p>i was notified there hasn't been any new word on the blog since august. scary and also very painful. it is not that i am not writing, there is plenty here - to write and to say. there was nobody to pass the message to.</p><p>and when i have read what i wrote. editing and disliking. the words were rather sad. disappointing. lonesome. was i self-pitting myself or rather passing a message? and if so, to whom? is this something somebody wants to read? does anybody even read anything? and if so, are we grasping for the meaning of what the person wanted to say. </p><p>i didn't find myself that lost this year. strangely enough. being lost is my favorite sport discipline. because i have already dug myself out of the hole. but nobody tells you the struggle of being outside. in the real world. seeing everything with conscious eyes. as it is. not as you want it to. then you kinda want to dig yourself back in that hole. is that the reason i do not publish?</p><p>but i mean, who isn't a mess this year. or in general our adult lives.</p><p>i have found myself in vicious circle called: let's find another thing i am not good at and i should be. but i don't want to, because there is nobody to do it for, but me. nobody else. me, myself, and i.</p><p>i see it now, i have gone this year to a fight, maybe even a war, with my ego. it is like going to an existential looking glass, trying to break the inner voice inside of my head. the inner voice that is not called intuition, but anxiety. so to get back to any writing i did this year, good or bad, sad or sadder. </p><p>i have seen myself, this year, breaking small pieces of me. to unravel me to myself. nobody else. like an adult would do. i have walked away from relationships, i would never turn my back to before. and i have cried for too many nights when the crying was something impossible years before. (i do blame A LITTLE LIFE - it all started with that). that kind of pain not many people can understand, but some can relate. </p><p>i have found myself at the edge of december being completely drained by all this year, and all that has happened. fortunately for me. in a good way. because the work that has been done was painful, maintaining, but proper and well washed down by wine. nobody can see it. but i can feel it. </p><p>i have washed away words i was not able to say, because they were never meant to be said. and when i want to say something, to somebody, before doing so, i write it down for myself. and as much as selfish this may sound. not everybody deserves the energy of my sentences. because it could be forever misunderstood.</p><p>among other things, that got broken this year, many became clear. </p><p>this world is shallow. we are shallow. and that was the beginning of an end. when i couldn't deal with the emptiness of it all. when a search for connection became exhausting, like somebody locked in between transmission of waves, couldn't get out, couldn't get in. does adult life, past experience and self-awareness mean being locked up in a room without a door or a window?</p><p>so the point when i reached my end with any care for anything outside of my personal connection, was the moment i realized that we went from being obsessed about material stuff - to even father - to be obsessed about material on the screen that is not ours and probably not even of the owner of the social account. we have become a society connected to photos on the screen that has nothing to do with reality. so what was next? how beautiful it is to say one is a minimalist when one's day is truly minimalist as it is just being glued to a screen. well, then is a different kind of minimalism.</p><p></p><p>we look at each other literary through the looking glass - just the difference is when Alice goes through the mirror, she opens a completely new world - and has to continue to her journey on a chessboard. we are not playing chess. we are kinda playing the different lives of different people. and we are trying to win in a game that you can never win, as there is always a new move by somebody else who will dictate to your brain how to live. </p><p>so as i went through this hard transition, feeling like shit most of the time. starting my birthday, then going through the autumn, i sometimes couldn't even look at the screen or people i actually used to like. why?</p><p>do we even know what we like anymore? or is it just the illusion of information being sprayed on us from different sources?</p><p>do we even know beauty when we see it? can we recognize it and can we feel it? can we appreciate art and love when we are touched by it? or is it now all filtered by the illusion of small photos shared through social media interaction. and how hard is going to be the consequence of this pandemic on our real lives as everything now is online? i struggle to go out to see people, what is going to happen when things get back to new normal? </p><p>when i was reading the elegance of the hedgehog. i have found, finally, a certain kind of connection that was worth living for.</p><p><br /></p><p><i>"we are filled with the energy of constantly wanting that which we cannot have, we are abandoned at down on a field littered with corpses, we are transported until our death by projects that are no sooner completed than they must be renewed. yet how exhausting it is to be constantly desiring... we soon aspire to pleasure without the quest, to a blissful state without beginning or end, where beauty would no longer be an aim or a project but the very proof of our nature. and that state is art... for art is emotion without desire."</i></p><p><br /></p><p>to tell you the truth, during these times, i do not even miss traveling, i do not miss partying, i do not miss gathering with people and i definitely do not miss overcrowded places. what i miss. i always missed and all this time just highlighted it, is connection and depth. it has just shown to us what actually matters and where the essence of our lives lies. in good and in bad. suddenly things that seemed important, lost it shine. what became essential was the beauty of actual interaction with a person you truly want to talk to and be with. it has shown us where the value stands. and as joan didion said: the center will not hold, as the center must be rebuilt inside of us and our core essence as human beings. suddenly, shallow connections and distraction have no places in our lives, because we can see in bigger picture how our lives are small compared to beauty of nature. </p><p>the world doesn't need to be loud for us to enjoy it. i said it once and i will say it again, silence is the luxury we did not have, but maybe we are given a chance to go back to it. so instead of sharing and absorbing illusions of other people's lives, we may share again those tiny pieces of us to people that truly matter. and in all that stillness that nature gives us, to maybe find the lost pieces we once left somewhere and rebuild it from the scratch, to be one day proud of ourselves. with no screen to show for it.</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>i strongly recommend to play taylor swift's evermore song with this to indulge in some excessive crying after.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7GRD9x0F47Y/X9PITZ4naFI/AAAAAAAAO40/vFbPiZ5bkM0ddK5L48S8n5E27WH80n8FQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1776/IMG_3909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1776" data-original-width="1184" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7GRD9x0F47Y/X9PITZ4naFI/AAAAAAAAO40/vFbPiZ5bkM0ddK5L48S8n5E27WH80n8FQCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/IMG_3909.JPG" /></a></div><a 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Portugalsko38.7222524 -9.139336610.412018563821157 -44.2955866 67.03248623617884 26.0169134tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-22886208635059180532020-08-14T10:34:00.002+02:002023-04-20T15:32:35.780+02:00for twenty-nine years<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6bq5laenW0/XzWdfK7IJiI/AAAAAAAAOy8/qLi0dmYzY9kNks4nMYud5b9dNBcip8KvQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2378.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1463" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6bq5laenW0/XzWdfK7IJiI/AAAAAAAAOy8/qLi0dmYzY9kNks4nMYud5b9dNBcip8KvQCLcBGAsYHQ/d/IMG_2378.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span><a name='more'></a></span>it was strange year when many things on the outside got broken and many things on the inside got connected. august is my happy month not just for my birthday and leo season, but also for slowly sneaking in autumn, summer breeze around holding us strong, new beginnings and a strange electric change in the air. as the nights go darker again, the sun in my soul usually gets brighter. i tend to change things without thinking about it, but with strong necessity.</span></div></span></div><p>i tend to be more observing and tender towards myself and those changes. the changes that got invitation many months ago and now i am finally able to welcome them to that beautiful inner home. </p><p>i don't imagine myself anywhere else than where i am right now. i just maybe wish to be holding my own book. i don't wish anymore to do things differently. i wish i would stand up for myself more and spoke louder about what i wanted and what kind of person i am. i wish i can be a better friend to myself. i wish to see things more clearly and i wish to understand people better, deeper and with tenderness. for myself, not others. i wish not to be that alone all the time, but that is something to work with rather than struggle with. i wish myself a kinder sea and a softer heart. and i wish that one day i will stop to be so scared for that heart and let it be little more open to it all. i wish always for warmer sun and more wine to taste. i wish that my last year of twenties would be at least as good as these years before with their ups and downs, but i also kinda wish for my twenties to be done as enough is enough with this becoming an adult bullshit. </p><p>and i wish, last but not least, but the most important... to speak on paper, to let the words leave me, to let them speak, for me, for us, i just wish to write and hide myself behind the craft that i love the most. i wish to be a good writer, good person enough for the words to find me and choose me, for creativity to be its vessel, its tool. </p><p>i wish to let creativity to find me and teach me to be me.</p><div><div><b>''All the very best of us.</b></div><div><b>String ourselves up for love.''</b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUrHSoLoDQ0/XzL2iEE9DSI/AAAAAAAAOv0/_5_AH_vcyuU1SBBO_CH9groeBmX1lj2_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_1081.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUrHSoLoDQ0/XzL2iEE9DSI/AAAAAAAAOv0/_5_AH_vcyuU1SBBO_CH9groeBmX1lj2_QCLcBGAsYHQ/d/IMG_1081.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oSVgxhVVNIA/XzL2ihSOn9I/AAAAAAAAOv4/l26ClzFqtP0lp4Ni6WvQRUi6VQ4oSikuQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_1477.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" 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but i also discovered it can be source of problems. </p><p>and the very last thing i have learnt in my 28 years of living, there is nothing worse you can do than fight yourself, because that is a fight you will never win. <a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBUCqh3GLvI/XzWdoyrQF8I/AAAAAAAAOzE/MJkFF8P2MZAlL_mgOSNUxsVXYlTDBfKJACLcBGAsYHQ/s1776/IMG_2373.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="1776" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBUCqh3GLvI/XzWdoyrQF8I/AAAAAAAAOzE/MJkFF8P2MZAlL_mgOSNUxsVXYlTDBfKJACLcBGAsYHQ/d/IMG_2373.JPG" /></a></p><p><b>pictures of you from the cure playing somewhere in the background. cheers. thanks for reading as usual.</b></p>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com2Lisabon, Portugalsko38.7222524 -9.139336610.412016515197582 -44.295589282209015 67.032488284802426 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<a name='more'></a>i think that my eternal struggle of life was in a search for home. obviously, from all my posts about lisbon, you know the actual place where i feel like home. and i mean, i always talked and thought about lisbon as my home even when i lived somewhere else. mainly in prague. and i have tried hard with prague, i have never claimed it as something even little bit connected to a feeling of home.<br />
and the truth was, since i was a little girl, my home was somewhere out, outside the borders, with sea or the ocean, and always with sun. i was making wild fantasies about travels when i was little kid.<br />
what i understood in last couple of months was, even though my dream of living properly and happily in lisbon came finally true, that the inner home is the place one needs to work on and find it and cherish it and in order to cultivate it properly, you need to find this thing called respect. mainly for yourself. <b>and oh boy, that is incredibly hard thing to do.</b><br />
because the moment you start to realize about how much you respect you give to yourself, your personal territory, your space, your thoughts and mindset... things start to shift.<br />
because the boundaries you set up for people around you, but also for yourself, as another human being swimming in a pool of emotions, will grow the inner home. they will grow the shelter and cherish you, make you feel better and mainly make you realize what it is that you want and need.<br />
once i found this need for respecting myself, i have seen how many wrong doings i have been doing to myself and <b>allowed people to do to me</b>. how much energy you need to have for yourself, but you easily give it to others. for free, on your own cost. and the unfortunate thing is, the people you give to, they do not ask for it. i just needed to please people's acceptance, not my own.<br />
searching for your inner home gives you nest and love, the one you crave from other people. but once you love this small space inside you, that can be your whole universe, there is no more need for searching and demanding of others.<br />
i wouldn't definitely think this is something ground breaking as i have seen people doing this once they reach the magical years around their 30ties. but i have woken up one day and i knew i needed this, i needed to finally honor myself and go deep inside and ask myself questions i have never wanted to answer.<br />
suddenly you will see the changes your mind and body demands. like my urge for nature and silence in deep meditation and last, but not least, you will see who you do not need anymore and what kinda drama is not invited to your life anymore. this can be scary as you are going to piss off many people, but it is your own life and you are definitely not obligated to say your sorries and sad faces for being you with yourself, building this inner sacred place. setting up healthy boundaries. mainly if you are girl reading this, our constant need to say sorry for basically every step we do, goes brutally deep into our lady culture and that just needs to be wiped out of this earth finally. but that is another story.<br />
so after, just take all those people and their sorries, by their hands and show them the door, <b>because it is what it is</b>. and if they do not like it? well, they do not need to be invited to your home.<br />
so at the end of the day, it was not hard to find my ground. the ground has been always there. lisbon is my love and life, i have just manifested it into my life without even trying.<br />
<b>but no lisbon, no friend, no parent, no job or no partner</b> is going to set up the right fence for you to build your inner castle for your small, happy child.<br />
it takes time and way too much work.<br />
but it is undeniably worth it.<br />
it is undeniably essential.<br />
and it is a beautiful path to walk.<br />
and the things you see and the people you meet suddenly seem different, better. food taste richer, music gets softer, touch gets deeper and your words will have meaning. even though there is suddenly less it.<br />
it is not easy to live with your demons in your universe, but like i said, it is the way to go.<br />
i also think the right moment needs to come naturally, but sometimes with a bang. on a head. with a chair. empty bottle. wrong bed to wake up to. stupid joke you do not want to tolerate or understand anymore. sassy comment. broken friendship and relationships. one just needs to see it is not them - the other people, <b>it is me all the time</b>. blame is not invited to the party. because it is not going to help.<br />
and as much we would never admit it to ourselves. <b>it is our ego that gets us down.</b> not ego of others. ours.<br />
the issue with making your own inner home also goes hand in hand with making more space for things and ideas that are actually aligning with your life and your life's purpose. my life purpose has always been writing - to have ideas to write about. to receive the magical words and put them down. that is all i want from life. the rest is going to magically shape around it.<br />
so honoring your own world is just going to create the world that you have always dreamt of. there is no place for fear as you do not need to be scared of change, that is something already yours, you just need to give it a go.<br />
so yea, carry your home everywhere with you.<br />
<b>and as usual, i wish you a kinder sea.</b><br />
<b>me and emily dickinson.</b><br />
<b>cheers.</b>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com0Lisabon, Portugalsko38.7222524 -9.139336638.6231754 -9.3006981 38.8213294 -8.9779751tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-49274860155622330612020-06-17T11:04:00.002+02:002023-04-20T15:32:59.793+02:00můj přítel inspirace I.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<a name='more'></a>musím přemýšlet nad tím, kam odcházejí duše přátelství.</div>
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kam odchází energie, která jednou byla mezi dvěma lidmi.</div>
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kam se uchyluje a kde se potom schovává.</div>
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než dojde k někomu dalšímu.</div>
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přijde tvá nebo má?</div>
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přijde stejná nebo bude obrácená?</div>
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bude čistá nebo špinavá od všech ošklivých věcí, co jsme si řekli a mysleli o sobě.</div>
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budu muset takovou energii já očistit, když přijde?</div>
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nebo co když ji jednou budu muset najít sama a ona nenajde mě?</div>
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protože jak víme, kdo hledá ten ztrácí.</div>
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kam chodí slova, co jsme si řekli, ale už je necítíme?</div>
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najednou to ze mě vypadlo.</div>
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tak jak to má být, a tak jak to mam ráda.</div>
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možná se učím to nehrotit, jako další krok k sobě sama.</div>
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nehrotím mezilidské vztahy, a tak ani nebudu hrotit moje psaní, na které jsem dávala zbytečnou tíhu.</div>
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tíhu chtíče, který ještě ale není zasloužený.</div>
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hledám se ve psaní a spojuji to jako nitky.</div>
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při každém malém záchvěvu inspirace </div>
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nebo toho kouzla jménem nápad, se těším.</div>
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a hned sedám a hledám, kam psát.</div>
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včera jsem psala při cestě na nákup.</div>
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na zábradlí, někam do notýsku.</div>
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nevím, na jaké stránce je, ale někde to tam je a taky tam zůstane, </div>
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dokud ho nebudu zrovna potřebovat.</div>
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možná se musím starat o psaní jako jsem se poslední měsíce starala sama o sebe a o své psychické zdraví. někde na téhle cestě jsem zjistila, že je to sebeláska, a že jsem prý už měla dost svých hnusů v hlavě.</div>
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pořád mi tam zní básnička z Můj přítel stesk,</div>
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jak je ta literatura krásná. jak je svěží.</div>
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a pořád mladá a vždycky při nás stojí.</div>
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jednou ji rozumíme tak a jindy onak.</div>
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jednou nás rozpláče, no a jednou. jednou ji pochopíme správně.</div>
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<b>co bylo, to se nevrátí,</b></div>
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<b>jen déšť se vrací,</b></div>
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<b>jen jarní déšť,</b></div>
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<b>a ptáci.</b></div>
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<b>co bylo, to se nevrátí.</b></div>
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<b>co je, se ztrácí.</b></div>
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<b>jak jarní déšť.</b></div>
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<b>jak ptáci.</b></div>
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já básničky už nepíšu.</div>
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ale možná bych měla.</div>
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přeci jenom by seděly té neustálé melancholii,</div>
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co mě tolik sužuje,</div>
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ale co tak miluji na sobě.</div>
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jako ten melancholický lisabon.</div>
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Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com2Lisabon, Portugalsko38.7222524 -9.139336638.6231754 -9.3006981 38.8213294 -8.9779751tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-69119045741523753082020-06-08T21:06:00.002+02:002020-06-08T21:06:47.715+02:00the path we walk, we walk alone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a name='more'></a>i craved nature. i craved nature, so deep i was dedicated to do whatever it takes. like moving back to lisbon for the ocean and the sun, for example. mainly because i wasn't raised in order to connect myself to nature or myself as part of it. i think i have searched for it and i still do, somewhere in myself, all my life. i craved tenderness of sand, milky and red skies, the hard heat of the sun on my skin, sounds of the ocean, the breeze in the shadows and exceptional stillness of life outside of the borders of my own country. i would never admit this to myself. but here i am. and i mean, the signs were there when i got obsessed with plants already in prague and turned the apartment into the jungle.<br />
i craved something i did not even know about or could hardly imagine.<br />
it made me think about my never-ending cravings for deep connections, yet i was happier to close myself inside of a room with my own solitude than interact with people on deep levels.<br />
so looking at it back and reevaluating it, maybe as i could not imagine the deep connection to the ocean and nature inside of me, i could not imagine the connection to anyone, simply because i never had what i wanted. yet at the same time, i could just run my imagination wild - because i have read all about it in books or all those crying love songs i love so much. the openness to the idea of me and nature or part of it, became the key, not the cure.<br />
i wanted something my mind wasn't able to process to imagine. not to mention to experience it.<br />
maybe that is why the quote of cheryl strayed got stuck for so many years in my head. i wanted to put myself back in the name of beauty. i wanted to experience that beauty so much that it hurt. yet i could not, because i have never learned how.<br />
these are the sparks of joy and love you see around, yet you cannot find your way to it.<br />
but still, i was in deep solitude and lonesomeness just with myself outside of it all. i did not want another person to do this for me, i craved to find the girl i used to be before by myself. i craved myself more than anything else.<br />
after break ups we usually miss the other person, but mainly we miss the person we have been with them. not just break ups, but any loss in general. <b>we miss us. and this time when i say us, i mean me, myself and I</b>. the acceptance of standing by ourselves and looking at the mirror just as we are - liking ourselves as we are, that is the hardest part, because maybe we were not used to it for years.<br />
so i was breaking up with myself. i was breaking up with person i have been last three years. and maybe a little bit longer before. i was saying slowly, but surely, good bye to the most important person in my life in order to let the inner child and myself be seen again.<br />
it was the most intense and painful relationship i have ever had. but it had to come to an end.<br />
the relationship of grasping for solitude when it was not there or simply could not be provided, because it was relationship of deep growth through pain, not just happiness and unicorns.<br />
yet it was the most opening and provocation one i have ever experienced. i was so obsessed with finding these small connections of love. i was desperate for understanding when i did not understand myself.<br />
i didn't put myself in a name of beauty. i have put myself in hell and i walked right through it. i needed to cry and fight with myself to put myself back up.<br />
so instead of kicking around like after any break up i had, i turned to baby steps like writing in my notebook again.<br />
by just letting my hair grown long and blond again.<br />
by running with no connection to destroy my body, just to set up my mind.<br />
i asked myself uncomfortable questions and i dealt with them.<br />
i emptied my mind with trails for mediations and yoga asanas.<br />
but mainly, after all of this, i have realized how alone i was and how i never wanted to be alone like that. and what a beautiful home, i had here in lisbon and i couldn't wait to go back. from last week's trip and from my year in prague.<br />
i wanted to put myself in the name of beauty again. when i haven't learned or even tried to do it.<br />
the last five months were probably the hardest, but in a good way. i would never do it again, but i will definitely have to sometime in the future. to look at yourself in the mirror and own up to your own shit and stop blaming people around you or complain constantly. that took all my guts to do it. and writing this feels like being on a solid way to that brave girl i wanna be so much.<br />
education became my absolute key. because i have found out, without educating myself on those feelings and the strange thoughts i was having last years, i am never going to move on. so instead of kicking around and acquire toxic habits with toxic people. i have decided to go on a chapter of perfecting my mind, my empathy, my body and leaving toxic habits outside of the door.<br />
taking baby steps.<br />
when i was in the algarve last week, somewhere on the way, maybe even the first day, i have realized that enough is enough. or to say it correctly, what needed to be done was already done. i definitely did not need to torture myself by walking in horrid heat with an even heavier backpack.<br />
i have already done the job. there was nothing to prove to anybody anymore. especially to myself. i was absolutely complete and enough at the moment as i have realized this.<br />
to be alone and snuggled in your own lonesomeness can be highly addictive and i know well what kind of pleasure it is - those momentarily joys and ecstasies, so to say no, to this comfort zone, is hard. maybe i cannot go out right away, but i have learned to walk the line. towards nature? i guess.<br />
i still struggle to understand collectiveness and openness among people, it is hard for me to keep up with friendships not to think about starting a new relationship with a man. god forbid. cheers.<br />
but to quote maya angelou through brene brown: <b>You only are free when you realize you belong no place — you belong every place — no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great. </b><br />
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<b><br /></b>Anetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306697939642336703noreply@blogger.com0Lisabon, Portugalsko38.7222524 -9.139336638.6231754 -9.3006981 38.8213294 -8.9779751tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643138888015290204.post-87321485688496832412020-05-10T11:26:00.002+02:002023-04-20T15:33:07.744+02:00what i read during lockdown<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a name='more'></a>i am absolutely bound by this idea that each book finds you when you need it. almost each of the books i have read during lockdown made me cry and i am definitely not a crier. i do not even remember when i cried this much. all the books i read were spiritually based or novels i was never ready to read and always wanted to. like when i read <b>unbearable lightness of being</b> for the first time. i kinda understood, that by the time i have finished the most famous kundera's book, my life would never be the same.<br />
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<b>so take this as a recommendation from beyond for your future self in despair. </b>do not take this as an article of books YOU MUST READ RIGHT NOW. each of these books need time. time to read it properly and time for your mind to be ready for it.<br />
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<b>NORMAL PEOPLE by SALLY ROONEY</b><br />
oh boy. oh boy. this is my kind of novel. marianne is my kind of woman. and connell? well, he is that kind of guy i would love forever, but probably never date. i like books where conversation is not the essence where feelings and situations are explained with well expressed words that make you feel like you are part of it. i need to feel the book through and through. i need to be pulled through those feelings till i am drained like the czech republic right now.<br />
this is a novel of deep friendship and connection of two people who misunderstand each other on a daily basis, yet they stick to each other. i loved every word in this book. and i could relate so much to marienne that it hurts to my core.<br />
there is also a series that is basically the same and with a killer soundtrack.<br />
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<b>A LITTLE LIFE by HANYA YANAGIHARA</b><br />
this book needs dedication and love for literature. i kid you not, you must have a relationship to proper novels and books. this book has 700 pages of pain. pure pain and hell. my heart hurts just when i think about it. my breath stops for a little bit when i imagine what it was to read this. i don't want to be overly dramatic, because i know people who just waved their hands like this book was nothing, yet they had finished this book, because all these people also dedicated their lives to literature.<br />
it is very explicit writing and harsh story. you also need to have a good stomach for this. but mostly, you need to be mentally ready and stable, because i believe this book can crack you open and it could be really nasty to put yourself back together after.<br />
there is lots of suffering, violence and incredible amount of depression in each word.<br />
i loved the story. i loved each character. i could <b>not</b> relate to any of them (which is seriously beautiful, because how many books do you like just because you see yourself in it? probably most of your favorites.) also, there is <b>no leading female character.</b><br />
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<b>KATERINA by JAMES FREY</b><br />
katerina was my first book to read during this lockdown. there is a huge fuss about james frey and his novels as after publishing it as his biography, it came out it is not true at all. for me personally, nothing changes, the writing is still good. he ignores grammar most of the time and just writes what he wants and how he feels. just from that you can see why i like this guy.<br />
it is a novel and it is about relationship, drugs, alcohol and life of an artist in paris. i mean, what more do you actually what if you just want to switch off for a little bit?<br />
out of all of these books, i could relate to him maybe too much. i felt like i could be him and i also felt like i could date him any minute. so it kinda says a lot of me.<br />
<b>katerinu najdete <a href="https://www.albatrosmedia.cz/tituly/58507212/katerina/" target="_blank">TADY</a>. četla jsem to v čestině jsem a vážně nadšená. </b><br />
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<b>THE RULES DO NOT APPLY by ARIEL LEVY</b><br />
this is yet another LGBT book i have read during lockdown. beginning is just on the point, exactly how i like it, essayish style - life explained with wit and a strong leading female character. i liked the way how tragic this is, but you never got lost in the pain like in A LITTLE LIFE. shit happens, but you have to survive no matter what, trying to stay little bit sane. maybe i missed bit of romance, but it is just because i am so spoiled by my depressing, overthinking novels full of thoughts and not many actions or conversations.<br />
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<b>ALL ABOUT LOVE by BELL HOOKS</b><br />
personally, i think this book can be hard to swallow for some people. it offers new and radical thinking about love, the author is not much into romantic love as more for companionship, friendship and building solid relationships based on strong family values and dedication to one another. i loved the book. i did not agree with everything, but the first half of the book completely spoke from my heart. it also gives you great ideas for other books to read connected to love as this is more of a research than the normal self development book.<br />
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if you expected more, i am sorry you guys, but i also have a job and amount of hours spend watching the ceiling to think about my life and decisions i have made. it is called productivity.<br />
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<b>but other books i have read so far:</b><br />
Ellie and the Harpmaker by Hazel Prior<br />
The Mastery of Love: A Practical Guide to the Art of Relationship by Miguel Ruiz<br />
Slow: Finding Peace and Purpose in a Hectic World by Jo Peters<br />
The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success by Deepak Chopra (yes, I am that person)<br />
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<b>lastly - find me on <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/108246070-aneta-s" target="_blank">GOOD READS</a>. cheers. </b></div>
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<a name='more'></a>there has never been one and it has never happened before. but recently, for reasons i do not understand, a question started to occur in conversation with my relatives. and unfortunately for me, the question sounds serious. <i>so is there a guy or somebody new?</i><br />
firstly, i have successfully ignored it as i would never think my parents were these kind of people, but under this corona times without love, it has been an issue to discuss.<br />
so i started to wonder. not just about me. but about all of us women in general. not just now. but for a long time.<br />
when these things are suppose to happen? and then my daily life goes in front of my eyes.<br />
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to have a steady job to pay my bills.<br />
to actually do my job that i like, which is writing.<br />
to run too many kms a week, because it is my kind of fun.<br />
to read all the books i have not laid my eyes on yet. not to mention all the classics i am still missing to digest.<br />
to learn a new language.<br />
to travel as much as you can.<br />
to keep up with culture and accurate news. and music! so much music to listen to.<br />
to eat clean and to keep one clean. also pretty. cause you are a lady.<br />
oh and yes, still, maybe one day again, be social.<br />
try to sleep, perhaps.<br />
and then we have zero waste, never-ending problem of eating meat, astrology and little bit of spirituality and have i mentioned music? so much of it.<br />
and don't shop at fast fashion companies. only organic cotton. or you will be beaten to death by stones... that are also organic.<br />
also, it would be nice to cook yourself a proper meal sometimes. just saying.<br />
and have you seen the new series on netflix? no? what about HBO?<br />
and yes, podcasts.<br />
to basically be the most perfect version of yourself you can be under this world circumstances.<br />
and yet, there is still the amount of hours we have. so cry me a river. something is missing in my calculations. it is called time management, probably. and obviously, a man.<br />
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so too many questions pop up in your head. so you lie in a bed. alone. at night. and your mind wonders. i am pretty sure i am not alone in this.<br />
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<i>so is it really me? and if it is so. when and what went wrong? where exactly i stepped on a wrong path? AHA!</i><br />
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is it my hair? it is definitely not thick enough.<br />
should i finish my master?<br />
maybe i haven't traveled enough.<br />
is my teeth white enough?<br />
should i be more spiritual?<br />
did i just put pink sock with my white clothes to the washing machine?<br />
when the guy smiled at me today, was it because i was just disgusting on my run?<br />
should i wash my hair less?<br />
SHOULD I WASH MY HAIR MORE?<br />
why is my ass so skinny and my belly too chubby?<br />
should i tell less jokes?<br />
was i too smart?<br />
am i stupid?<br />
does time exist?<br />
is it my jokes?<br />
is there a ghost in our apartment?<br />
<b>and it goes on, and on, and on, and on.</b><br />
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till you find yourself drunk as a skunk at some horrid pit of a pub in the middle of nowhere.<br />
and there it goes. our friend self pity is back. the one thing you hate the most about all the men you have ever dated, becomes the prime of your days.<br />
self pity, wine, insecurity, low self esteem, way too much ice-cream and in my case especially, no sleep whatsoever - becomes your daily bread, you best friends, your mantra, your buddies, and coworkers.<br />
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and there is more of them. but mainly, does a typical man have these problems? probably no. obviously, they have a woman to do it for them. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(this jokes will cost me my carrier one day.)</span><br />
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so really, now, with clean blood and mind, i ask myself all the time. why do we always search for something wrong? what kind of torture is this and why would we still push this heavy burden on young girls and teach them to be nothing else, but perfect. nothing in between. and if they do not follow this, oh well, here goes trouble. no man for you once you become an adult.<br />
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<b>there is a saying in czech: a fallen doe is the best victim. </b>it truly took me plenty of time to soak this in. <b>i think it takes time to truly be one.</b> one whole person good enough for yourself. i also think we build our own prisons inside of our heard and one small, innocent question can generate incredible amount of hell. we are not born marathon runners, we do not even have to be one. we are just forced to think, you cannot exist without a medal on your chest.<br />
and then you hate yourself some more, because you can probably be a good runner. and very likely, you are better runner than any kind of man you fancy. so you rather compete for greatness where nobody cares about it. and instead of understanding and compassion. you build competition instead of a relationship.<br />
so in that lonesomeness, the winner stands alone. which is also a book.<br />
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but to sum this up, i would finish with another book. it is <b>sally rooney's normal people</b>. i have no idea why i waited so long for this book, but as i usually say, each books comes to your life exactly when you need it. the book is absolutely stunning and written in catchy way from two different points of view. female and male. and it is just painful to read it, how we people, can completely misunderstand each other just with one single word. how a simple sentence can be heard in complete opposite way than it was meant to be and you have a beautiful connection of people destroyed in a second.<br />
so i guess that is it. communication is the key and do not let one single comment hurt your feelings without actually asking about feelings on the other side. <b>and to finish this - Marianne, the main character of Sally Ronney's book, says - ''I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know why I can't be like normal people.''</b> cheers.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">disclaimer: i feel little bit silly writing this, as this is not absolutely an article to blame or insult in any way men. this article is not suppose to be about men at all, this is just used as an example and very silly jokes on behalf of men, because this is how we rolling, babes. </span></span><br />
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