…and it became difficult to keep my hand steady while picturing. there was a strike on the airport and i found my salvation in the nursery room where there was electricity for my laptop. today i still felt the ouzo haze until the moment i met this crazy austrian friend of mine who invited me for a very worthwhile dinner with whiskey and interesting stories. hence adding a whiskey haze to the ouzo cloud… but do not worry, i will only drink herbal tea tomorrow.
lately life is very surprising and spontaneous. today i had a couple of very good conversations. i feel happy to be able to communicate verbally, then again i recently experienced the freedom and intuitive interaction that can be created when there isn’t a common language to use. after that experience followed the realization that we spend so much time calculating and analyzing the value behind the words that are said. and upon that valuation, we plan and act. rather than just reacting based on our feeling. does that make any sense? perhaps it is the ouzo affecting my writing tonight.