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I often don’t know what I feel and find myself lost for words. It’s the phase between action and reaction. The time of digesting what I have just witnessed or lived, the period of sorting my feelings.
Tag: <span>childhood</span>
We all have childhood memories triggered by certain smells from a kitchen or the sight of a dish we haven’t seen in a long time. I am no exception. I love the smell of roasted chestnuts or freshly baked apple pie like everybody else. But in my case, it’s much simpler. There is no smell, no sight of cake, torte, or roast that transports me back to my childhood as quickly as a jar of chocolate spread.
I didn’t know there was something wrong with me until second grade. A girl in my class looked at my hands and told me I had sausage fingers.
This is my second monthly review in 2024 and I am late again, which is surprising because I am never late. In real life I am always early, I even trick my husband into accidental punctuality. (Long story).
I wish I could talk to all of the parents who worry they can’t put enough presents under the Christmas tree. I wish I could tell them about all the Christmases in my life, that are now special gems in my memory jar.
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From an early age on, like every other little girl, I was doomed to help with the dishes. While my grandma washed them, I stood beside her, toweled the plates and cups dry, and made sure that the old silverware and the glasses were spotless and shiny.
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In less than two weeks on November 7th, I will celebrate my 60th birthday and I am struggling. Not so much with the number itself, even though I don’t completely understand how it happened. Wasn’t it just a couple of years ago that I celebrated being 50 years young?
The Golden Voice from Czechoslovakia. A beautiful country, once a part of Austria and Hungary and since 1992 separated into the Czech Republic and Slovakia.
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A couple of months ago I posted about Hiking with the Cows. The time in Austria, Germany, Switzerland, and South Tyrol when the cattle leaves the farms to spend the summer high up in the alpine pastures, and now, with the beginning of fall, it’s time to get them back home.
As a child I watched them cut down trees in the Alps
First by the hundreds, then by thousands
New and better ski slopes were needed
Lifts and hotels were built to attract tourists