Rome. Week3.

Tiring but still smiling & Vogue shock.

I got cold. Since there is no exact word in english for "katar", as it is in polish, then I explain it: is/was a kind of cold when your nose is aching, head is two times heavier and eyes are crying without the permission. Today is better. I will call this week a weather week. Because, unexpectedly, surprisingly and without notice it started to rain. I like notice. I need notice. I have lazy habit of having expectations about weather. Since nothing explicitly interesting is happening this week, except my improvement of italian, boring discoveries of goods in shops, continuity of searching which museum to visit, which brunch cafe to visit (finally I have to do a bit of glamour hipster lifestyle), well, except this nothing much really is hapening so I choosed the "weather" theme for this week.
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Oh, maybe one crucial thing happened: I bought a fashion magazine ! And: I am dissapointed by the very Vogue Italia, march edition itself. What a disaster: I paid 5 euros for 4,00 cm thick piece and all I received was 3,50 cm thick commercials in pictures and 0,50 cm of the content that looked like non commercial text+photos. Dear Vogue, please return me my precious 5 euro, plus the cost of effort, cost of transport (heavy) and cost of lost hope that I will never get back!!! And also you could pay me for looking at this all ads, in a despair, waiting for some worthy content!
What happened to the fashion world? What are you guys doing there in Vogue Italia?!!!??? Eating brunch with marketing department? Come on! Don`t be such loosers. Let me belive in you! Knock knock! Anyone`s there?

Rome. Week 2.

End of week two was a set of two kinds of events. Of course good and bad. Some came from my thoughts, some came from the external world :) Sure is one thing: I will not fight. And why.
I will not fight with things I am not sure if they exist in the shape I see them.
Very wise.
And now, more explanation.
The place I am is different than the places I know. It may be different in the aspects I am not aware of at the moment. Very probable.
So: one should should should act and react when something something something is not according to his hers expectations, beliefs, goals and prejudices. An automatic thinking. But how can you know how it should be ? And should not be? You should not know that. It that right? Well, at least it is right for me. Which is maybe understood to me and to noone else, but this week I cannot care.
Well, it was still a little bit sad week (again), but there were some sparkles in that merged mass.

Rome. Week 1.

I am really delightful to have the opportunity to visit one of the most fabulous cities in the world, that is Rome. (I mean Rome in Italy). It has been the 7th day of my stay here, second week has started, with 15 weeks to go. My first two days were absolutely amazing and full of my energy towards the city. The feeling of something huge, enormous and so deeply historical, it was my feeling indeed. I took a run. (...etc)

Uć.

..as a phonetic script for Łódź. Łódź city is completely full with post industrial brick buildings, and is question-provocative: why this is not happening, why this is happening and where it needs renovation, does it need renovation, is there a point of renovation ? Essential questions over tea/coffee/beer/wine/whateva.

Old-Old vs New-Old.

West Side.

The more I think the more I cannot find inspiration to write about this view, so I leave it.

Beloved simplicity.

Not so difficult to guess: photos are from "szlak tatarski" what can be translated as "Tatar route". It`s very, very near East border of Poland, just behind the Białystok city, on Podlasie area. This route is more famous among some foreginers than Podlasie itself. For example our dear friend Karol, son of the British Queen (this one) was here two years ago and he didn`t say anything that he is coming, and now we still don`t know what should we think about this. Anyway, let`s concentrate on perfect espresso (if you have one, if don`t, get one) and enjoy the views.

New mess

Sweety sweety sweet:
[this photo got on my nerves so much I removed it]
This photo looks like it was made in 1970s. It is only because of colours that make it so sweet and "come & visit me please" and "I`m so adorable, like nearly Croatia".
Clock:

And this is the closest you can get to the clock on Palace d`Culture, provided that you are not on the tower of Palace d`Culture itself.
South view:

New mess:

New history: