It has been so long since Dubrovnik. I did cross so many borders. And the weather wasn’t on my side this time. People keeps helping me. Don’t think, act. May could seem nothing…sometimes it is just a little chat… a detail, but that’s what helps me more. Keep seeing how blossom the light from nothing. Like Jasmin. Just taking a rest near his door and he offered me some hot coffee and a biscuit that will help me to get away from the storm.
Time for run and get hyde. Lately it is being hard. So much rain every day and no couchsurfing request accepted means no cultural exchange. ..but also no shelter…no hot meal.
But I can say now I have a love power source from my country. I need them, if not l will probably have to come back. But they have helped me to keep on this dream.
This are my grandparents.
They belong to another time. When the civil war and after. I usually think that is the reason they are so concerned about feed and make everybody have everything…because sometimes they didn’t have food enough or things that are so normal to us. Every generation gots their on stigma to fight against. They starved and live in bad conditions sometimes (a generation made of steel). That’s why they help me now. I have no remunerated job/I have no money. But they know quite well why I am here. Fighting against our generational stigma called system. And they helped me in this days. They send me money because they can’t stand me seeing me loosing weight or staying in the street rainning during all a week. I know my limits.
I feel full of their LOVE.
May be it is a hard part of this trip now. Just feeling like a horse. With a further goal… eating, running fast and stay in the stable until next day. But I cannot complain at all. I feel lucky and full of strength and I do my best everyday to get proffit of this chance.
Thank you so much for the helping hand.