A trip to Lhasa

So I am finally in Germany, in country where are plenty of “Smarts” in streets, in country where people eat “Nutella” for breakfast, where children can study Latin language in schools and where everyone is crazy for “SpongeBob square pants”.
So in this country the most interesting thing for me are concentration camps and everything related to WWII. After visiting some of it and Hitler’s bunker I buy a bicycle in “second hand” shop I realise that I don’t have much time and of course money and decide to take a look at this country while travelling by bike to the nearest border with Poland. While travelling and meeting some groups of “skins” I remember the past of this great country..holocaust, Jews, Hitler..and antipathy for last-mentioned starts to grow in me. Thanks God this terrible person which made so much evil is already dead. Though I start to think about neo Nazism after hearing a group one of a group bolded heads saying “Heil Hitler”. So this is for him:
Number 88 in cipher means greeting „Heil Hitler“ („h“ is the eight letter of alphabet). But he would be very surprised of operators reaction after greeting him. Operator would feel the same – in his usable code of Morse “88” means “love you and kiss you”. So I understand that in the past it was difficult to feel different for Germans, but now..I even don’t know…
For a person, which has understanding about beauty and wellness, but all the time pressured to see ugliness is pain, and wanting that or no he starts to consider he is a martyr. If you, out of respect for it, try not to see it, you will become a hypocrite. If you, out of the same respect for it, avoid implying your opinion, you will become a craver. And finally, if you start to undertake fault for undone faults you will insensibly be sunken and one beautiful day you will believe that you are a jerk; never hearing honest encouraging word human loses his braveness and self-respect; but when you are induced to take on one’s shoulders others fallacies and your endeavour and love is being not appreciated, you start to fly into rage at all people and silly order of the world…

Yea, I‘m in Odessa right now. The sun is shining, the sea is just perfect. 2morrow morning I’m leavin’ already. But 2nite we’re having a hilarious party on the sands ;] I can’t wait when I gonna drink Cosmopolitan, enjoy the conveniences, coz 2morrow my wheelin is gonna start. But 1^st I will tell u about how I spent my days going 2 the Ukraine and ‘bout stayin’ there.

Me, Marina & Sasha left Hungary the same evening when my bike had been stolen. As they were really kind people, Marina helped me 2 forget my bike by mixing some amazing cocktails ;] After them we tasted Blue Kamikaze, and this really helped me 2 forget. After 10 shots I forgot absolutely all my problems that I had in my life Suddenly Sasha changed and started shoutin that we were close to the border. So then we stopped drinking. Me & Marina decided to make coffees.  Each of us ( Sasha also) had 2 cups of this tasteless thing (believe me, I really like coffee, but when I’m sick, I hate it ). Sasha was driving, and we were snoring (what a shame! ). After some hours we reached the boarder, so we all started  burrowin in our bags, looking 4 passports. Everything was just perfect. The queue was not long, so we only spent 30 min there. Sasha decided he was tired so we had to stop somewhere he could rest. And we stopped at a very strange motel named ‘білка ‘ (Squirrel) A night in this motel costs only € 10. And yes, this is the price for 3 people :D  after a long long day a had a wonderful COLD shower, coz there’s no hot water during the summer season, it’s enough warmth outside, as we were told at the reception. We woke up at about 10 and decided 2 have a breakfast in a petrol station. Sasha was again driving, me and Marina were drinking Ukrainian vodka with orange juice we had bought in the petrol. After 2 hours of intensive drinking we fell asleep. And when we woke up, we were reached  Odessa!!!

 I woke up at 1 p.m. it was great! They lived 100 meters away from the Black sea! When I got up to have a shower Marina called me 2 have breakfast. A huge, giant, large, strong, tasty, redolent cup of coffee was waitin 4 me to come and take it… After the breakfast we all went to the beach to tan a lil bit. After 4 hours of burning our skin we came home 2 have a shower  and prepare for a party at Sasha’s friend Ruslan. The party was just wonderful! Good music, a lot of vodka, the palms. Mmm… I’m gonna miss that. The next day they showed me the city. I bought some souvenirs. The evening was coming, so I had 2 prepare for my leaving party.  

Finally traveling to Berlin,  quitly siting and watching threw the train window at  my compartment friend smiling to me and weaking every second..few minutes and I don’t see him at all.. Bye bye my dearest friend!..and I even don’t have his phone number…
If to say honestly-we all are more or less intellectual, clever, subtle and not dumb. And enlightened, and well-read, and finished our studies. We study in state or life universities. We have seen so many things, we have so much experience, we create our ambitions for the future and try to reach them. We have and appreciate many human values (definitely not such kind as “unbelievable party” or great sex). Problems and experience are much more deeper in our life than just simple acquaintance can think. For us the most beautiful song is not that „cool track from Sensation White or Pure Future“. Most beautiful songs we ussualy listen alone… But the matter is, that such things are not interesting for anyone and it is much more easy to be a bit shallow than to show your real face. Generally, mostly every person that you meet, that you know maybe only for few weeks, trying to play a very important role in your life , is nothing else but sepulchre. Not everyone is worth your openness, same like you are not worth his honesty either, because we be true-hearted with each other too rarely. So…
-How many people do you meet that really care for you?..

Before starting to talk about famous Amelia’s from Môn mart living place I will make remarks about my trip to the most lovely country, which even led me to leave my bike somewhere in Brussels… So in case I didn’t have my bike any more I suddenly understood that I should buy another one, cheap one of course.. But firstly something about public transport in France, which in western countries is worth gold! In all countries metropolitan is like metropolitan, but in Paris you won’t get into metro if you don’t have a ticket. Someone just jumps threw it, but me and my new friends that helped me to reach France thought that it would be too difficult to do it with information window in front of the entrance… so no travelling for free! And what about Môn mart? When you hear how amazing it is probably everywhere, there is no doubt that you want to see it, but after leaving the metropolitan we can just see a big moss-grown building and plenty of tourists trying to take as much photos as it is possible. The rain starts. It’s cold but also its pleasant to look in to faces of my new “travelling friends”. We stare at that building few more units of time and then skitter to nearest souvenir shop. Eyes start to dimple when there are so many tiny little Eifel’s towers and other symbols around but you have only two empty spaces inside your pockets.
Now you will read something like a confession of kleptomaniac: I think “I don’t have money for it”, “I want something”, “I must take it”, “but not much”. Firstly I see cute headscarves with „PARIS” on it, not much but.. I try to take something from those boxes but after half an hour I decide that I guess I don’t have karma for that, maybe in other life! So feeling so sorry about myself I just go and buy a simple postcard for 20 eurocents. We spend some more time in Môn mart staring at food shops, looking how children have fun in a famous amusement centre and start to climb to check basilica. Oh I also “take a bath” in a fountain.
Well, there is not much to tell about that evening, my new “friends” are not kind of friendly ones. After all day of sightseeing we all go to my new friends other friends, have some free food and drinks and quite comfortable beds, finally … tomorrow I will buy a ticket to Germany and continue my trip, just to the east this time, like it should be of course! D Wish me luck…good night…

Exhausted after wasting trip by bike I am finally in Brussels the capital of Europe which helped me to understand how wonderful Holland was! Despite the fact it has much more memorable objects – “weeing “ boy and a girl, sitting in a “weeing” pose, or the great city square, which looks like covered by a huge carpet of flowers. In this city I missed that spirit, that was in Netherlands – plenty of bikes, canals, ships where people even live, drug shops or even red light district! Otherwise there are also plenty of gay flags everywhere, but although it is only one of many spirits wavering in gaunt streets of Brussels, near dirty Moroccans in Stalingrad’s avenue, dozens of tourists in main avenue, southerners, asking to visit their restaurants or Shumen’s fields eurocrats and spooky buildings plastered with strange jottings “ Agriculture, I love you!” (Agriculture, je t’aime) made me feel quite strange, so I decided not to impoverish myself anymore, leave my bike (which was definitely  asking for reparation ) sonewhere and try to reach France by “hich hiking”.. Sorry, fellows , I just couldn’t stay in Brussels anymore!

Hey, I’m now in Hungary. I haven’t thought that I’m so tough to reach the other country by bike ;} whacko! 1^st I stopped at the board and let myself 2 enter some ’shops’ duty free, ok, but the goods.. should I buy tampons which are duty free or water? my next stop was in Gyor. But I really wanted to reach Budapest.  while wheeling my bike in Hungary, I was thinking about the culture of this country. I was interested if they are similar to Austrians as they were one country for such a long time. But my thoughts were interrupted when I stopped to take some pictures. My bike was stolen while I was takin’ a photo of St. Ann’s Church. So I left without my transport. Luckily I met some guys from the Ukraine who had seen the incident. It was the their last day in Hungary, they were getting ready to go home. As I planned to reach Lhasa through the Ukraine, it was a great fortune, when they asked me where I was going and then offered to lift me to the Ukraine ;} So, I left Hungary, without a bike, but with new friends. Ah, just because of me they changed their route, ‘cause I had neither Romanian, nor Moldavian visa. By the way, I changed my route as well!  I planned to cross the central Ukraine, but now I’m goin’ 2 Odessa ;] a couple of days near the Black sea will give me a chance to think about my journey ;]

Travelling to northern part of Europe. First step – Netherlands. So now my impression about it that has to be retelled!

So firstly few words about Hollanders. So they are really and truly nation of pedlars. They sell everything since the birth of Holland and there are no better pedlars in the world. In this context you should think about legal prostitution, euthanasia, “weed &co”, aborts… All these things are just simple commodities that Hollanders sell. Real Hollanders are very conservative, protestant devotee, cultured, minded people as many people from west Europe.
Hollanders are different for their marketing. Not long time ago the Kingdom of Holland was the biggest slaves supermarket, the biggest importer from black continent. As sure as faith – “white trash”. In fact, later UK became the topping country of this. But on the other hand you can’t be the first 4ever!
I was really surprised that oil and fat, which filled in half of the world and deforested what was left in Africa – Shell (petrol station) company does not belong to “pudding” Americans, but is Hollanders gift to the world!
There is strange thing in Netherlands I noticed – they are selling old stuff everywhere. Old stuff I mean – old shoes, clothes, toys, glasses, etc. I wonder who could buy such kind of things and came to conclusion that this is more about selling process by itself which locals enjoy. If you ever been to “second-hand” shop or bought something there, you can definitely imagine the whole atmosphere. The only difference is that all those clothes, shoes and other stuff look about 25 times worse( I can guess that all those things are not disinfected either! It‘s murder to imagine how “smelly” those shoes should be..)

I’ve started packing my sack. I’m not sure what 2 take, course I know that I need only the most important things, but it‘s always the same- what‘s the most important????  I got eggy!! OK, I‘m starting once again- I take my stuff out of my bag and look carefully. Do I really need these shoes? Yep, ‘cause these I’m wearing now can get wet or just tear. OK. What about the clothes- a pair of bags, 5 t-shirts, 2 sweaters, jacket, underthings. It’s already so full, but I haven’t taken my medicine, food supply. F*ck. Also the camera, notebook. And some things that I’ve  really forgotten. Fine, I’ll take my card, in case of emergency I’ll buy something ;] finally I leave my house, still having in mind that I’ve left something. But what? Ah, the bike. And so, I’m leaving. ;}  

People. Rocks. Living/existing near us. Milimetres that are discriminating bodies, thousands of miles disjunctive our souls. Me, trying to find out something new,trying to find answers to so many questions somewhere in another side of the world, waiting for new adventure to  fulfill my heart with happiness…

So thats why I am for having a glass of vine together with a simple stranger somewhere far far away from home, for sweet dizziness, for hangover in the morning , for momentary loss, for sore, for the smell of recollection, for lonelyness, for our faces and wanton moods, for honest eyes and smiles, for cigarettes smokes, for new hopes, for treasons and tricks, for trips all around the world and crazy parties, for blue and jazz, maybe a bit for lashing and compliments, for dead flowers, for unfulfilled dreams, for new experience, for us…  In other words I am for the life!