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Mooning around

” Informal Mooning definition: expose one’s buttocks to someone in order to insult or amuse them.”

From the category “Stories at the museum” today I share with you one of the funniest  (!literally depending on how you look at it) true story. giphy

So, there is this museum: there is history, projections, and predictions about Europe, wars, and very interactive integrated sophisticated multimedia devices for the European citizens to have a thrilling and enjoyable experience (ultimately they pay for it, so make it worth their money).

One of these fabulous interactive devices are two voting booths – to educate and encourage individuals to vote(!) with a glitch to make it more contemporary – you can make a selfie at the end of your vote which is displayed on a lengthy screen and remains there forever with the rest of amateurs that had the willingness to do so – so you have your picture displayed together with hundreds or thousands other visitors.

Fun,  informative and most of all entertaining.

So there is this group of teenagers. Danish, beautiful (!) and tech-savvy, smart, happy, educated and all that love the kind of interaction the museum is offering. Obviously, the selfie part is by far one of the best. Because they literally selfied(!) their asses on it. Oh, and somehow they’ve added Hitler on the big display too.

Oh, you gotta love The Danes. They are funny too besides that humongous happiness they show off.

end of story (not really but! it gets confidential).

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I want my Innsæi back


Seeing this documentary, I started to wonder where my “sea within” has gone. And I came up with a not so different narrative.

As a little girl I thought that the world is limited to the universe that was around me: the grey communist building I was living surrounded by even more morose buildings in my neighbourhood, the little-improvised garden in the back guarded fiercely by two old ladies, the empty market a few minutes walk from me, that was for some reason open every day even though you couldn’t literally buy any food, the two cemented long stairs up the hill next to my building, promising to take you somewhere in a different and magical new dimension – stairs that I was not brave enough to climb out of fear for what I remember to be a long time during my childhood. (Later on, I discovered that those stairs are, indeed, the way to a new and different reality).

In my defense, back then, I did not have any TV, internet or a smart phone to open so many and endless possibilities as we have today. Yet, we had books and imagination. And intuition.

“Innsæi” – translates literally from ancient Icelandic as intuition. However, I’ve read that in Iceland, it has multiple meanings. It can also mean “the sea within” – the borderless nature of our inner world, a constantly moving world of vision, feelings and imagination beyond words. It can mean “to see within” which means to know yourself and to know yourself well enough to be able to put yourself in other people’s shoes. And it can mean “to see from the inside out” which is to have a strong inner compass to navigate your way in our ever-changing world.

At the moment, it seems that I am taking part along with humanity in a sort of collective soul sickness. A global epidemic of existential distress. Distraction, entertainment we call it. Noise. The constant noise in today’s world turns off the contact with oneself. The noise of the external world is muting the sound of our internal world, therefore, the intuition pays the price for it.

Meanwhile, I’ve learned about the world (yet, not enough), travel some – my limited universe expanded to a great extent (yet, not enough), I’ve seen markets that I could never dream about (yet, not enough), I am not afraid to climb stairs: real or fictive (yet, none displaying any magical universe). Despite all that, I seem to have lost my precious innsæi. And I want it back.



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May the badge be with you

People are strange creatures. We have weird behaviours, habits, beliefs and views on life. Nothing extraordinary so far, I know, this is no revolutionary discovery.

Every day I learn a little bit more how complex, weird and wonderful creatures we are. We, humans I mean.

I am not saying this in a condescending way, I am just fascinated how we all react different in various circumstances and how entitled, we believe we are, to behave in a certain way in a specific situation.  The spectrum of emotions is sometimes so easy to read and often I am shocked, offended (it’s true that I am easily to be offended), angry (that too), amused or fall into admiration towards some “human” responses to an external stimulus. It’s true that I am never left indifferent. What is also true, is that whenever I discover a crumble of goodness, humanity, kindness in a complete stranger I am deeply moved, sometimes to the point of tears. (I know, it doesn’t sound like me, but for some reason I am quite emotional lately or maybe just plainly old).

Since yesterday was Europe day (yey!) all the EU officials had their day off and how can Europe be celebrated better if not by visiting the new open museum about European history?

Undoubtedly, all of you, have seen at some point a zombies movie. Right? Imagine a crowd of zombies with badges.  All of them, without exception had this gesture, with their badge, when I tried to approach them in order to help with the orientation:  like they were trying to exorcise me with their badge (talk to the badge sort of :D))

I have never seen a crowd of people feeling so empowered as this one is with a badge.

But this is not what i wanted to say. I was all about emotions and stuff.  On some of the dark corridors – the darkest maybe due to the themes: totalitarianism, WWI and WWII, there was this old couple. Very old, holding hands and walking slowly among the impressive media display of Hitler and the aesthetically eye pleasing Nazi propaganda army (its not me who came up with this metaphor, however i agree at some level, and yes, i will burn in hell for saying it).  This couple walking among the horrors of wars, holding hands and deeply watching the exhibition was something beautiful, so natural and relaxing. I was just watching them, not saying a word with their eyes filled with tears and strongly holding hands. I’ve read somewhere that heaven is love.




Malta, this beautiful mess 

There you go. I am in Malta and it’s truly stunning. 

I have never experienced such a blend of cultures and languages in any other place I have visited.

So you can understand: they have been colonised (not so far ago) by the English, one of their official is English next to the native Maltese. Being so close to Sicily they speak also Italian, the island exists basically since 12.000 (twelve thousand!!!) years and it was one of the most bombed countries in conflicts/wars ever. Yet, it’s still there, imperfectly perfect, beautiful and intriguing, fabulous and exquisite, raw and welcoming in its own way. I like everything about this tiny glorious island. ❤❤❤


Death is the most certain possibility 

Obviously this is not my line but I stick with it, sounds dramatic and drama is sort of my invention.

So I’ve read this article: There is this theory that love comes in one’s life only three times. Before rolling your eyes, bear with me for a second (ok, maybe 3), hear me out.  

According to the love scientists there is this first real love. The adolescentine one, the love that you feel with every pore and you breathe with every breath. The one that makes you believe you own the world and everything is possible. The one, first love that we learn(!), mold our life beliefs and make references at, the first experience , no matter how it is really, but how we believe should be according to our literary choices until this age, or bad movies we’ve seen, the one love that we compare later love. And maybe, sometimes this love is a bit similar with what others are expecting from us, like in this movie “the lobster”: in a dystopian society you end up being an animal if you are single after a limited period of time. So, our fear of and/or society norms is pushing us to have a “love” or the acceptable fake equivalent in alignment with the rest.

The second one, according to the same scientists, it’s the heartbreaking love. The hard love. Where we learn, maybe, who we are and how we want to be loved. With the complete menu: lies, manipulation and everything in between. By now we believe that we are mature, that we understand, we compromise and more important, it has to work to make a point. That is necessary to prove our worth. The one we wish would work (more than anything).

I dare saying, that in between this love and the “final” one, there may be a cycle, we get stuck in various loves repeating the same mistakes with the belief that is surely different from the one before. This is just my speculation, scientists don’t mention anything about this step. 

After all the struggle and despair, lessons learned (!) and hope lost, this last love comes up out of nowhere. It’s unexpected and it doesn’t fit any scenario you might have had. Is just real. It doesn’t adapt to any literature script or movie, could be that sometimes is the most outrageous unwritten novel. And for good reason, because it’s unique, right? The rules are broken and our preconceived notions about how love should be are shattered. 

What about you? You feel lucky enough to have understood the science of love in early stages or still wandering like a blind searching for that one perfect love? I am asking for a friend. 

“We don’t see things as they are. We see things as we are.” – Anais Nin


The affordable art fair -Brussels, 2017

This post is literally about the affordable art fair in Brussels that becomes bigger every year. 

This year, the venue @Tour&Taxy was filled with art from all over the scene worlds best: UK, France, US, Belgium, Japan, South Korea, The Netherlands, Spain etc

Don’t let the name of the event fool you: is not that affordable but it’s still a big exhibition that comprises in one event numerous artists that aspire to international fame and with good reason, some of the pieces are absolutely stunning and inspiring.

Needless to say that art is not objective and I cannot say that I felt a connection with every artistic expression here, then again, I am not even close to a art critique so I’ll leave this judgement to those who know. 

I always recommend it, a well spent Sunday afternoon,  one that leaves you with some feelings of some sorts, more artsy or not.  


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Hasta la vista,2016. Bine, hai pa.

I really want to write something meaningful,  deep about this past year. 

How it made us all better, learned from our mistakes, become wiser and more tolerant. Or how in the middle of chaos we stood still and accepted all with tolerance, respect and love. How when we’ve got hit we turned the other cheek for yet another slap. 

Instead, I choose to live in the now – for real,  because it’s 2017 already in the future and I am here. Aim for the future friends! 

Happy new year! wishing you all a better year ahead!