Thursday, January 20, 2011

Does it happen to you? Wishes that come from nowhere. Out of sudden you want to be sitting in a small cafe in Paris with a glass of red wine and a good book (preferably a classic love story by Bronte or Austen) with rain drizzling outside and crowds of people hiding under black and tartan umbrellas passing by.

For no apparent reason I wanna have someone visiting me. Someone I could tell stories about the country, city or small village, legends about the castles and old estates in the middle of forests. Somone I could make a traditional meal (or tens of them) for and watch them try freakishly looking food. I’ll tell them about the history of the country and show the signs and marks of the battles we had to undergo. And they will understand the pride I feel in my country. I wanna take someone to the trip to wetland, where sometimes the only way to survive is to swim through the mud and maybe later to show Vilnius and Trakai from above while sitting in a tiny helicopter. How about visiting KGB museum and then going to the interactive performance in old soviet hutches where you’re held as a prisoner, checked by “doctors” and maybe even put into a cell of a size of a coffin. Next day going to the ballet or opera in the national theatre and to the underground concert of heavy music later. What’d you say about taking a ferry to Curonian Spit and witnessing the most beautiful beaches in Europe yourself? Then taking a boat to Ventė cape to watch tons of different birds come and go and later drive back home not obeying the rules. How would you feel about going to a basketball game of two biggest rivals in Lithuania and experiencing the whole being a Lithuanian basketball fan thing? Or maybe spending couple days in the absolute solitude in a small wooden house in the woods on the bank of the river and doing nothing but drinking Lithuanian beer and sitting in sauna. The list is never-ending. I just want someone to want to do those things.  

And I lied. There’s a reason for my sudden wish. I hate routine. I hate same things happening day after day in the same order. And I am stuck in a rut.

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