The call of adventure

Living abroad, you partly or completely have to reinvent yourself. Mostly if you go alone. The advice 'just be who you are' doesn't fly when you're in a new place on your own. Partly it could, but nobody knows who you are. So you're a new person to them. And while you're abroad, you'll undoubtedly change. You'll never be the same once you take the leap. There's lots of joy awaiting you. But lots of persistence and patience is needed. You'll be a new person to the new people you meet. Especially where nobody knows you. So you might as well make some small modifications on your character, perhaps you've been told you're kind of a bore and need to be more open. Just the fact of you being abroad, alone, in a new place, can give you the extra courage to from now on just be that person. You'll get used to it as you start. Courage is needed but better jump right in it than stare against the challenge. Go out, make new friends, chat up someone you fancy. Even if you'd never do it back home. Especially if you'd never do it back home. You're a new person now, an adventurer, who went at it alone. A person learning, developing, and growing by taking up each challenge you're faced with.

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I deleted Facebook

Had some doubts recently about what it adds to my life and the answer is - very little. I do have friends on there from other countries but not many I really stay in touch with. However, the time spent browsing and posting got a bit much. There was not much keeping me interested otherwise, I got little information out of it. The information I did absorb was negative, as news stories and complaining posts made up a significant part of the 'wall'. The positive posts, I'd learn about otherwise if I really had a connection with the person. Yes, I could have 'deactivated' the account or just stopped spending time browsing, but I thought it be better to quit altogether. Instead of hanging on my couch to see what other people are up to, I'd like to catch up with them face-to-face or over the phone more often. For people following my adventures from abroad, I'll keep this website updated regularly! For friends having followed me on Facebook for years, thank you for keeping an interest in my stories and we'll definitely stay in touch! Friends remain friends after all.

The train after work

Mihail took the train first thing after work. It had been enough with his boss, the menial tasks. The degrading questions. The bullying of coworkers. Time to go. And to never come back. But where to go? Is this just for a day or forever? Would the neighbours get concerned? Mihail couldn’t think straight and held his backpack tightly. He looked outside the train window as it was heading north, plowing through the snowy fields. He opened his backpack and found his work trousers in there. Angrily he walked through the train, kicked open the bathroom door and flushed the trousers down the toilet. They stayed stuck halfway and as if it wasn’t enough, Mihail tossed his work jacket in there as well. He’d never wear the thing with the stupid logo again. He slammed the bathroom door behind him as he returned to his seat. “Give me your ticket and get to the door, I’m kicking you out of this train, you rogue bastard!” yelled the conductor lady at him. “Do you flush objects down your own toilet as well? Can I clog up yours, you hunk of trash?” Mihail was frightened by the sudden outburst and stared right through the conductor. “What makes you think you can walk around here and mess up my train, you city bum?” Mihail walked towards the door as the train slowed down. He whispered a silent “sorry” as the conductor pushed open the doors and Mihail descended down the icy platform. He nearly slipped but eventually made it down. The conductor stared at Mihail, looking in disgust as the train pulled out of the village station. Vlado Trichkov village. Nothing to do as far as Mihail knew. He walked down the staircase leading into the village, he entered the first bar he saw. Probably the only one as well. “Rakija, double..” he mumbled as he threw his hat on the table. He paid his drink with the last few coins he had left from work the day before, sat down and suddenly felt better. He stared into the reflection of the window and nodded in satisfaction.

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