"a ja żuję. żuję od rana do nocy Proszę Pana. cały dzień żuję. tylko koka koka koka"
[Koh Chang, Thailand]
Age: 85. Living alone in a house by the sea. He used to be a captain (got his title from the King). Smoked too many cigarettes in his life, so now he has breathing problems. He shared with me the best things he had – coconuts, fruits… In excachange I visited him again with two beers. Amazing person, amazing experience, amazing moments.
Live long, Captain!
[2008-08-15 - Mae Hong Son, Thailand]
Welcome to the University of Life.
Please take your seat
and fasten your seatbelts.
Please switch off your expectations.
You will not need them anymore.
The travel will take long
and it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.
But you will like it.
So just relax.
And take it easy.
[2008-08-12, Pai, Thailand]
There is this guy who came to Pai and stayed for six months. I asked him “how did you end up doing that?”. He said “well, I came here for a day, and then I decided to stay for another day, so I stayed for a week and then I decided to stay for another week. After a month I decided to stay for one more. So… that’s how it happened.” This laid-back, chilled-out atmosphere sucks in. At the first day you get to know some people, then you get to know more people, then you go out for breakfast to your favourite place and you know most of the people on a street, then you start to recognize dogs, then you start to know dogs by name… This is Pai. You want to leave, but you end up in a bar till early morning, and when your alarm clock goes off, you just think “well, I will go tomorrow, there is no rush, I can stay one more day here”. That’s Pai.
Nico – born in Kazakhstan, living in Germany for 5 years.
Favourite music: techno/electro.
Beliefs: good karma/bad karma.
His way of living: music festivals animal.
One of his dreams: to organize a music festival for 1.000.000 people.
One of my drivers during hitch-hiking from Poland to Frankfurt.
This post is a part of my miniproject “dreamers“.
June 30th is my last day at work. I have decided to take some time off (as much as needed) to rest, travel, make some pics… Do whatever I feel like doing. I have no fixed plan, no arrangements, no plane tickets, no route. “If you don’t know where you’re going any road will take you there” – I will try to put these words into action. I hope to see again some of my old friends and make some new friends. I am planning to taste some new flavours and maybe get some suntan. I have no goal, like travel around the world or something. Whatever the future brings.
So… be ready, cause soon you might see me knocking at your door, willing to use your couch. :-)
See you around.
i want to be a ghost
taking the longest rides
jumping from one place to another
catching overnight flights
being a day-time illusion
in places that i don’t like
carrying with me in a suitcase
same thoughts same wonder-whys
What can I say? I can just smile and keep the confusing emotions inside me or I can go for another pointless war with this nonsense.
Knowing the direction is too much commitment for me. In new cities the question that confuses me most is “For how many nights, sir?”. How should I know? Will anything good happen to me here? “Three perhaps, maybe more.” Yeah, three sounds good.
So what should I say?
Good luck and goodbye. And maybe see you around.
Or not.
My photoreport on the Tomek Niewiadomski’s vernissage – “Nihon” in Galeria65 in Warsaw. Links: pl/en.
forget about your dreams
choose the unimportant
sell your soul
buy a new watch
Why don’t we go there again and stop every time we cross the bridge? Or fly away to somewhere new. Cause there are bridges almost everywhere. ;-)
I need a weekend already!
Today I made a new page on this blog – “Inspirations“. These are some random links which enable me travel around a world or walk in somebody else’s shoes without even moving my lazy ass out of home (or office). Enjoy.
PS. I had to do some programming for that… so let me know if something doesn’t work right… You know, I am not so good with computers and this stuff.
This city is like a volcano. Paris, Paris…
Świat wg Tomskiego part 2:
i ja:
6.12-6.01. 5 countries. Not more than 4 nights in a row in the same bed. Go for it.
i’ll take a flight to you girl
or maybe i should drive
i’ll call a cab and wait
to get into your arms
we have to talk it over
but don’t know where you are
which number i should use
which cross which roundabout
half-a-way is never close
and there’s no such a bus
it’s just a few days off
some hours in my car
i should take the shortest route
but sometimes i just can’t
i almost missed your stop there
you saw me you pulled me out
it’s so difficult to follow
living this fast-moving life
tonight it took just 1725,41 kilometers
to say to you good night
it’s worth it if you try it
just sixteen hours drive
it’s just another airport
just one more traffic lights
this is the way i’m going
this is another try
this is a new experience
globalized private life
My visit to Lausanne started with an earthquake. And then the emotions consequently went up. Mr Bigmess facing Straightforward. Being straightforward (frank, candid; sincere; honest; simple, uncomplicated) – this is the thing to learn. But not on my blog of course. :D
Seems like my New Year’s Eve plans are fixed now. France. Oh my… that’s soon.
WDF19
Tomorrow going to Switzerland to visit dr Elise whom I met in India. Fun or weird? We’ll see. ;-)
I call it clash of worlds. Two people speaking the same language but being unable to understand each other. Just because in their life they walked completely different paths.
Take this story, for instance, which I heard from a strange Israeli girl.
Once an old Indian men met a rather young western girl. He was always interested in visitors. Maybe because he had never gone out of the province he had been living in. But he didn’t feel any bad about it, cause even though he hadn’t travelled much, he’d seen much in his life. But “you should always take an opportunity to learn more” he thought when he saw this western girl. He knew that western girls are usually open to talk especially with such a trustworthy-looking old potato as him. So he chose the standard opening line:
- Hello, where are you from?
- Oh, hello, I am from Israel.
The old man had heard of this country before, but didn’t remember anything about it.
- How many people in Israel? – he asked.
- We are six million people living in Israel.
- Sixty?
- No, no, six!
- Sixteen?
- Six.
It was hard to believe. A whole country with six million people. In India that would be a medium city… Strange world.
- So what do your people do?
- Well… We trade weapons.
- [shocked] … bad karma… bad karma…
The old man could understand many things but this was just unbelievable.
The young Israeli girl went away and the old Indian man prayed to thank that he is not a part of this crazy world somewhere out there.
I had some time off and decided to put this together. Some sweet memories to help me survive cold autumn evenings.
Download high quality version (xvid, 31,9MB).
“Man, are you following what is happening in Turkey? Exactly where we have been in the border with Iraq Turkey is ready to invade. Parliament has already aproved…PKK guerrillas are strongly acting, yesterday 100 troops tryed to ambush a turkish platoon, but where repelled (30 died).
Turkey some days ago bombed around Zakho (where we have been).. remember that the smugler who took us there pointed some mountains and places where the guerrillas were based in?
And there are 40 thousand troops concentred just aroud Cizre (the city from my curdish friend, Cuneyt, where we slept) to start invasion in that point…..”
The places we’ve been to now are becoming a battlefield.
To chyba zaczęło się od obejrzenia Human Traffic z Naleśnikiem. Ten stan wyostrzonej świadomości. Bo są chwile, kiedy wiesz więcej, są chwile, gdy widzisz lepiej, są chwile, kiedy wiesz wszystko, co tracisz i co zyskasz. A może to przez napięte 3 dni w pracy połączone z codziennymi wieczornymi wypadami na miasto. I nagle zrozumiałem kolejny kawałek mechanizmu świata. I nagle wszystko wokół stało się fascynujące. Uwielbiam te momenty, gdy mój mózg zmęczony ciągłym napięciem przełącza się w tryb stand-by i po prostu płynie. Tysiąc pomysłów na przyszłość. Jam session w 55. Tydzień na Jesionowej.
3 miejscówki w Warszawie w ciągu 2,5 tygodnia. Mylą mi się adresy, piętra, kody pocztowe, karty kredytowe, dni tygodnia, imiona, prace domowe, terminy. Przyzwyczajony do życia z otwartej na środku pokoju walizki. Buntownik bez przyczyny. Żołnierz korporacji. Korporacyjna kurwa wędrowniczka.
About the photos:
This guy is an one-man-army. Pretty surrealistic performance on an old football stadium in Warsaw. About 800 people came to see this guy, alone, without a ball, playing Boniek’s role in Poland-Belgium match from 1982 (3:0). He was amazing. And people were amazing, screaming, clapping, laughing.
Jesionowa uber alles.
Pewnej nocy w pewnym mieście, czyli zaległe na dnie pulpitu zdjęcia z nocnego pokazu filmów sci-fi na gdyńskiej plaży.
ENGLISH VERSION: Night screening of sci-fi movies on a beach in Gdynia.
How difficult it is for a person erased from the list of living to come back… we’ll see in the next episode!
Koala (vel. Piotr Duma – artysta fotograf, Jesionowa Team) symbolicznie zatopił swoją klatkę. Wszystko poprzedzone było długimi przemyśleniami, potem przygotowaniami, aż w końcu nadszedł ten weekend. No i zjechało do Dębek wesołe towarzystwo na warszawskich blachach i zaczęło “łobuzować” na plaży. A wieczorem “łobuzowali” w knajpie, gdzie gospodarz częstował wódką i żarłem. I wszystko się udało.
Moja luźna interpretacja:
Każdy z nas tkwi w jakiejś klatce. Porzuconych marzeń, prozy życia, obojętności, wygasłych uczuć, chorych ambicji, pogoni za niewłaściwym, złych przyzwyczajeń, porzuconych ideałów… Czasem trafiamy do niej przypadkiem, bo kiedyś w przeszłości nie mieliśmy odpowiedniej wiedzy i doświadczenia, by podjąć właściwe decyzje. Czasem brniemy w nią realizując cudze marzenia. Czasem nie mamy wyboru i zamykamy się w niej dla dobra bliskich. W każdym przypadku klatka to sprawa indywidualna. Czasem najtrudniej jest jednak dostrzec, że wystarczy nacisnąć klamkę.
ENGLISH VERSION:
My friend (photographer) made an artistic project – the cage.
Each of us has his/her own cage. Given up dreams , monochrome life, indifference, dead feelings, sick ambitions, chasing the wrong matters, bad habits, lost beliefs… Sometimes we get into it not of our fault, but because in the past we had not enough knowledge and experience to take a right way. Sometimes we get there because of following somebody else’s dreams. Sometimes we have no choice and we have to lock ourselves in to help somebody else. In each case it is an individual problem. But sometimes the hardest thing is to notice that it is enough just to press a handle.
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