Din colț în colț

Schimbări au fost și vor fi tot timpul. Că e sfârșit de an, au ba. E doar iluzia unui început care mă face să trag linii, să fac liste, să-mi pun mai multe întrebări și să încerc să-mi repar din defecte, să-mi schimb unele obiceiuri.

2013 a fost plin de întrebări pentru mine. Plin de îndoieli, de certuri în familie, plin de dat din colț în colț, încercând să-l găsesc pe-al meu. Acel colț din care să văd lumea cel mai bine. Lumea aia pe care o admir și prin care cresc – imitând-o, luând-o drept exemplu, încercând s-o depășesc. Lumea care a fost mereu lângă mine, la bine și la rău. Lumea pentru care mă consum și care mă-ntristează și care mă face să-mi doresc să am puteri magici ca să pot ajuta mai mult. Lumea care a încercat de atâtea ori să-mi bage mințile în cap, orice ar însemna asta. Lumea care n-a renunțat la mine când eu nu mă mai suportam.

Mi-am dat seama că n-o să găsesc poate niciodată colțul ăla ideal. Oriunde aș merge, sunt tot eu. Tot cu întrebările mele și despicatul firului în patru. Asta e bine, cred eu. Acum sunt într-un colț de lume străin mie, unde mi-e greu să învăț limba, unde câteodată mă simt copleșită de toate informațiile și câteodată legată de mâini pentru că nu am acele super puteri să ajut un copil pe care nu-l așteaptă nimeni cu brațele deschise acasă.

Apoi realizez că depinde de mine cum vreau să-mi decorez colțișorul, ca să fie primitor și pentru alții. Încerc să-l colorez mai mult și mai mult. La propriu. folosesc pixuri și hârtii colorate pentru orice prezentare sau mesaje și alte texte pe care le scriu, învăț să folosesc Corell, încerc să scriu sincer și din suflet de fiecare dată, fie că e vorba doar de o notă de mulțumire după un eveniment pe care-l organizăm, fie că au venit doar trei persoane la eveniment. Trebuie să am respect pentru acei trei oameni și când le văd zâmbetul pe față, îmi dau seama cât de mult contează să-ți apreciezi publicul. Că te apreciază pentru că-i apreciezi.

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M-am pierdut iar printre gândurile-mi haotice și ratez ideea principală. Cea mai importantă lecție pe care o învăț aici, în Lituania-  și care mi se permite zi de zi – este că totul depinde de mine. Să fac mai mult sau să spun ”lasă mă că merge așa”. Să vin cu idei noi – de cum să înviorez panoul de noutăți din hol, cum să aduc mai mulți followeri pe contul de Twitter (unealtă necunoscută pentru țara asta) sau cum să promovez mai mult prin scris cățăratul într-o țară fără munți. Ce jocuri să mai inventez pentru copchiii de grădiniță care-și pierd interesul în doi timpi și trei mișcări și pentru care trebuie să muncesc cel mai mult – culori, concursuri, premii, steluțe. Cum să gândesc traseele din sală ca să-i provoc pe oameni să facă mișcări noi pe perete. Îmi place că am spațiu să fiu creativă, îmi place că trebuie să gândesc, să planific, să schimb. Îmi place cum mi se conturează colțul și-mi place că ceilalți din echipă sunt acolo întotdeauna pentru toate întrebările mele stupide sau nu.

Nu știu unde voi fi anul viitor pe vremea asta. Știu doar că momentan mi-e bine, Mi-e bine, oameni dragi care vă faceți griji pentru mine. Am și zile negre, în care mi-e dor nebunesc de România, de prieteni și familie, de munții frumoși, de zarva de pe Lipscani, unde auzim muzică din cinci locuri diferite. Aici e mai liniștit, populația Lituaniei e cât a Bucureștiului.

Dar și liniștea imi face bine. Îmi face bine să aud trei limbi diferite în casa în care locuiesc, îmi place când găsesc dimineața bilete simpatice pe frigider de la oamenii pe care i-am găzduit cu o seară înainte, mulțumindu-ne pentru o atmosferă perfectă. Îmi place când gătim resturile de paste din frigider cu o omletă, îmi place când ne amuzăm de diferențele dintre nemți și latini. Ei își pun șosetele la uscat pereche lângă pereche, eu cum le nimeresc din lighean. Ei despachetează cum ajung acasă, eu ocolesc rucsacul din mijlocul camerei chiar și două săptămâni. Cum n-am avut niciodată experiența de cămin/ chirie (în afară de două luni minunate, pe care n-o să le uit niciodată, în garsonieră cu Teo 🙂 ), cum n-am locuit niciodată într-o casă cu grădină, în care poți să faci foc când ai chef, acum sunt fericită și mă bucur de toate astea, lângă un pahar de vin roșu. E cel mai simplu și mai frumos mod în care pot intra în 2014. Lemne trosnind, marshmallows și oameni frumoși tare.

Bineînțeles că o să fie un Revelion greu pe de-o parte – n-o să-mi am prietenii la 00:00 care să-mi spună că 2014 o să fie MIEZ și n-o să ne mai uităm împreună, mahmuri, la Concertul de la Viena. Dar am acceptat asta deja. Acum e momentul pentru noi prietenii și obiceiuri și pentru păstrat în suflet tot ce e frumos din țara mea, în timp ce beau din vinuț. Nu știu unde voi fi în decembrie 2014 – nu mă refer neapărat la țară, ci cu toată ființa mea plină de îndoieli de om la 24 de ani. Incertitudinea poate fi frustrantă, dar eu încerc să-i găsesc părțile frumoase și s-o transpun în colțuri colorate în care zâmbitul și voia bună fac minuni.

Normal că am listă de rezoluții și dorințe – toate realiste, parol! Am și un borcănel în care vreau să arunc câte un bilet datat, de fiecare dată când ceva bun sau rău se întâmplă, cu întrebări și alte mici victorii. Un fel de jurnal în mini-serii 🙂

Celor care au avut răbdare să citească până aici nu pot decât să le doresc să stoarcă tot ce pot din 2014, să-și facă cel mai bun cocktail de viață. Să râdă, să iasă la bere, să iubească, să facă ce le place măcar câteva ore pe săptămână – dacă n-au reușit încă să facă o profesie din asta, să se gândească și la mine într-o stație de metrou, poate la Romană sau Universitate, că tare mi-e dor de invenția asta. N-am nevoie de el, dar tare dor mi-e să aud ”urmează stația..”. Să mănânce ciocolată când ceva nu merge bine și să regândească lucrurile. Poate se mai luminează colțurile.

Cu cel mai mare drag și dor,

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Three months

Three months in Lithuania. A quarter of my year-deadline. I’m trying to put in words what I feel for over two weeks, but I keep failing.
There are too many things to say. Some are great days, when five years old kids draw with markers on their faces or jump into a big pile on my back and make me laugh. Then I realise that when I’m stressed for some events I have to organise or for meetings thatwill come or for my still messy unorganised Google Calendar, I can stop for a moment and remember my kids and their colored faces.
I can smile again and relax. There’s (almost) nothing that can’t be fixed.
There are days when I love all the new people I meet here – the great lithuanians and the great internationals from all over Europe and it seems like we know eachother for years, but actualy only three months have passed.
There are days when I feel pressured and my mind goes crazy from all the different thoughts that are fighting one with another and I just want to run somewhere where I can meet some pieces of my old life, have coffee with old and good friends, see and step on my mountains.
There are days when I am so happy to switch from English to Spanish to French to Romanian to bits of Italian and German and struggling with Lithuanian and there are days when I just sit quiet in a big group and just listen to others speaking around me because the simple fact of opening my mouth seems exhausting.
There are days when I love being a host or traveling to other places, but there are moments when I just want to stay in my room, watch stupid movies and laugh realy loud.
There are days when I start thinking what I’m going to do after this year – because there are some places I realy want to reach – and how to get there, but then I just tell myself “stop kidding”, than I start again.
There are days when I want to dye my hair in volcanic red again and by the evening I change my mind.

There are nights when I want to sleep, but I simply can’t.

So, there are days and days and nights…that are racing eachother in non-stop marathons..and It’s scary sometimes, but then I remember the kids with marker on their faces. Life can be simple and fun as long as I don’t complicate it. 

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Forgetting stuff and accepting it

Monday morning at about 9 am I was arriving in Kaunas Train Station, when I noticed my wallet wasn’t in my backpack. I was looking in all the pockets as the train was leaving the station and I started thinking that maybe I left it in the train or maybe someone stole it while I was asleep.  I didn’t had the strength to be worried or angry. Actualy, since I came in Lithuania I was wondering what happens if you lose all your documents – ID, bank card, bus card, and how much time it takes to recover them. And then I was thinking how much fun must be to try to explain what happened to workers (embassy etc.) who don’t understand English.

I only had strength to laugh like a crazy tired person while people were looking at me. I was laughing because this was the perfect way to put an end to a chaotic weekend. Of course it wasn’t the first thing I forgot something somewhere or to do something important.

It all started in Vilnius last Thursday evening when I arrived there. We (me and two friends, Mahide and Juan) were going to travel to Riga on Friday morning, so for me, from Kaunas, it was easier to spend the night there and meet with them, because we had the tickets from there. Of course I can’t get to Vilnius and not land at a volunteer house party.  It was Halloween so I met Charly Chaplin and some witches. We had a great time, we talked, we drank, we ate some good homemade cake. At some point we decided to go in the center of Vilnius at another party were other friends were gathered. We started calling some taxies, all the 20-something  guests were blocking the small hall of the flat trying to figure out if they’re coming with us, if they’re going home, which taxi is for who, do we have eachother’s numbers?

The next thing I know the first taxi was in front of the building so me, Juan and two other friends – Irina and Francesco – hurried to take it. I grabbed my purse and ran down the stairs. When we arrived downtown, we were sitting on some stairs, waiting for the others to come, between phone calls explaining the other taxi drivers where we are. Any phone calls we got, we handed to Juan, because he knows better the night life and the spots.

Then, somehow, I had the revelation that I forgot my packpack for Riga (clothes, sleeping bag etc.) at the party house, which was far away from the center. I couldn’t believe it. I generarly forget stuff, but not backpacks, not when I know I am travelling somewhere. It wasn’t worth it to pay money for a taxi again, going and coming back to the center, it was 2 am and no one else from the house was coming to the center. So my dear Italian friend Francesco called his Italian friend Valentino who was still at the party and told him to take my things over to his place and we can meet with him later/in the morning to take them. I was realy angry on myself so I couldn’t wait to drink a beer somewhere and the waiting for the other taxies pissed me off more, but at some point we got to Berlin (the bar in Vilnius only, unfortunately) and drank some beers, danced a bit. At some point we went to their basement where they had a different bar and music. Shitty electro music, so I couldn’t enjoy much that eather.  There are some types of music on which I realy can’t dance, no matter the amount of alcohol.

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We got to the moment of leaving the bar, each to his house, but we stayed another half hour in front of the bar trying to figure out how I can recover my backpack. Meeting in the morning somehow (we had the bus for Riga at 10 am), going then to Valentino’s house (4 am in the morning, I don’t think so) or the ultimate solution taking Francesco’s backpack for the weekend and wearing his clothes and using his sleeping bag. He offered it to me several times so he’s a good guy and I am very thankfull to know him J Then Irina offered to meet with me and give me some of her clothes. It was too complicated to get my stuff back by the time we had the bus so the simplest solution was to empty Juan’s closet for the next three days. “Ancuța, you will have your personal Humana, you will see”, he said. ”Humana” in Lithuania means second-hand store. Staying at his place for the night, I accepted that option with a long face. This time I was realy organized – I planned what to wear every day, what to combine with what, because for a good trip I also need to be comfortable, in MY clothes. And then I come and mess with my own order and plan. Biggest sabotage. Like the big comedian George Carlin said in a sketch, people need their stuff when they travel.

So we said goodbye to the others, me and Juan left for his place, tried to get a taxi and kept thinking when am I going to forget my head in a club. Then the taxi that we called was very late so we went to a bus station because they were starting to come and then the taxi driver called me telling me he’s there, but we didn’t go to it.

Then the bus didn’t come so we decided to eat something – in a crapy crapy kebab place where a blond girl was working alone, among all the drunk people. So no one was there to help here clean the tables which were very dirty, covered in mayonnaise or meat leftovers . I could realy use a comfort-kebab or hamburger when she said they don’t serve meat anymore.  We just took two portions of french fries each and made some space at a table, in a corner.  I think that was the moment when I started to relax and accept the fact that my stuff is gone. I was lucky I also carried my purse with documents and phone, so I had the essential.  Then I remembered I also forgot my big headphones in the party house. At this point it was something normal for me just discovering more and more stuff missing.

After eating, we tried our luck again in the bus station, which was again not coming. Juan started speaking with some Spanish people that were waiting there as well – it’s so funny how national languages can bring people together in a foreign city.

At some point the bus came, we got to his place, I took some T-shirts, a jacket and a packpack from him and slept for an hour. We nearly missed our bus – if Mahide wouldn’t have called Juan to check on us. We got up at 9 am and we left for the bus station like two zombies. They slept so much in that four hours trip and I couldn’t sleep at all.

In Riga our couchsurfing host was waiting for us – Rabah, an Algerian guy doing Erasmus in Riga, which walked us a lot through town, through bars, we cooked together and we realy had some great talks about politics and how we can save the world, over some beers. He also took us to the seaside, at a 20 minutes train ride from Riga. There we got lost on our way back and it was a bit of adventure finding the train stations, while it was raining. I didn’t care anymore. It was important I had them there. We would have managed somehow, but we find the station in the end, with the help of some nice locals.

That night, after coming back in Riga, I also forgot a scarf in some bar –  I think that was karma because I took a scarf I found in Poland also, some months ago. Didn’t matter anymore.  I was so comfortable in Juan’s clothes.

At some point me and Juan thought we were homeless because we couldn’t find our host which was running around Riga, between bars and we thought about how would we go back – because he had the keys and we didn’t had credit to call him. But then we found him smoking a cigarette near a church.

On Sunday we walked through Riga a bit more, we drank a coffe in Coffee In, where everyone was so quit, with their eyes in their laptops and we realized how loud we were. Romanian and Spanish way – but we didn’t care so much. Public spaces are for socializing too, not only for Wi-Fi. I started speaking bad English because of Juan and Leticia (another dear Spanish friend), saying half of sentence in English, half in Spanish.  The sweet thing was when they started correcting me.

So we got in the bus to Riga at 18.00, direction Vilnius. Another four hours of traveling – but when we arrived I had to buy a ticket for a bus back to Kaunas – because it didn’t crossed my great mind to buy a directly Riga-Kaunas ticket. Everything was closed, noone to ask nowhere, then I saw the bus that took us to Vilnius was going to Kaunas also. The driver didn’t let me pay there, and with nothing opened, I stayed another night in Vilnius. In the bus the controlers came and asked for my ID – I had a ticket but I didn’t check it through the machine and they left me alone (I think they like tourists). Then some drunk Russian guy was trying to touch my legs and the rainy weather made it all perfect. It didn’t matter anymore. I took a shower when I got to their place and drank a tee and listen to Juan and Leticia arrguing about Spanish strikes and problems and I was so sorry I couldn’t ask more questions, but I was so tired and wanted to catch the first train, because I had to be at work in the morning.

So somehow, I didn’t had my clothes, I lost a scarf, I missed a bus to Kaunas, but I gained so much. I got to know better some people, I have a truck full of questions in my mind now, fighting with eachother. I have a big smile on my face for all of the wonderful people I’m meeting and talking with. I love being here, that’s important.

And no, I didn’t lost my wallet, as I realized later – I put my wallet in my purse, which was in my backpack. But I only checked the packpack compartments, I didn’t opened the purse too. Still, what happens if you lose them all? Well..you revoer them somehow I think. You can always get back the stuff!

Juan, me and Mahide - perfect spanish-romanian-tukish combination.

Juan, me and Mahide – perfect spanish-romanian-turkish combination.

Great things happen when you don’t plan them!

Daily international life facts

  1. Not so many people believe that Romanian is a latin language and they’ll question that until you show how alike it is to Spanish or Italian. Like our sweet Leticia noticed: In Romanian you say – “nu se poate realiza conexiunea la internet”. In Spanish – “no se puede realizar la conexion a internet”. The internet conexion doesn’t work.
  2. It’s funny to see spanish people freaking out that Romanians understand their language.
  3. When I filled my room with leaves (because the autumn colors are incredible), the first reaction my three german housemates had was: “how are you gonna clean this?”
  4. When making rice pudding, a german would always follow the recipe. I change a bit the quantities and big eyes were starring at me. It was good in the end I think.
  5. Spanish people have a hard time pronouncing “comfortable” properly, and they just say it like you would pronounce the two words – comfort-table. Then you just give them more words like “probably” to pronounce and you have a good Saturday night laugh.
  6. Spanish people make a very good omlette – with potatoes inside. But someone should make a rule not to cook it at 4 am, after beer-wine-beer combination. Because when you will want to flip it on the other side, half of it goes into the sink. And all the drunken hungry people will hate you.
  7. The drunken hungry people had before the Spanish omlette some scrambled eggs cooked by the Italians. So after a big bowl of pasta in the evening, you can eat about 15 eggs as a very early breakfast, in two shifts, for 6 people.
  8. Most important lesson – do not try a skateboard at 5 am, after beer.  You will have bruises as not-so-sweet memories.
  9. Germans (the ones I know now) don’t have the least interest in visiting Rusia, seems like forbidden land for now. I didn’t found out a clear answer to that (but it’s a mix of school education, history background between the two countries, their political situation).
  10. New method to get rid of grose guys who hit on you in a club – grab him by the shoulders while looking into his eyes and dancing a little bit and just turn them around the other side. Then quily turn your back too.
  11. The habanero pepper is so spicey. SO spicey. But I love it. That was in a second party morning, in our pasta which we ate out of the same bowl. Less dishes to wash, right?
  12. Another important rule – never clean the kitchen before having guests.
  13. Germans in September: “we only eat onions cooked”. Now me and Jana share the raw red onions with cheese, salamy, meat cream. Weird and funny to see her analize the taste and nodding affirmative while chewing – “yes, this realy makes sense”.
  14. So weird for germans seeing latins eating cereals with hot milk.
  15. So weird for latins seeing germans eating eggs without bread (most of them).
  16. Lithuanians fed me with cheese and jam. It didn’t taste bad actualy.
  17. Geschlechtsverkehr means “sex” in german. Asleep already.I put the word on the fridge because I can’t pronounce it yet.
  18. I started enjoying vodka with milk and a little bit of Nesquick powder (alternative home-made white russian). Not weird at all.
  19. I’ve started some german lessons. For now I’m laughing that they’re writing all the nouns with the first capital letter. Weird for me. And the words are very long of course. But logical structured. For example Mittwoch is Wednesday. Because mitt=middle, woch=week. Of course, it’s the middle of the week, right!? Always organized.
  20. Kaunas has a fast-cocktail place. You order the cocktail, you pay it and you take it at the tables outside or whatever. Like with shaorma! Of course, half the price from clubs.
  21. I love the Lithuanian way of making coffee – just putting boiled water over coffee in the cup, mixing and waiting two minutes. I actualy didn’t hear/see them use a coffee maker. Anyway, they’re drinking mainly tea. Too much tea. I don’t want to find out how it would be in England.
  22. We always make fun of Tanja, one of my german housemates because she only eats half of stuff – half banana, half apple and you can see her shelf full of halfs. And I can’t get over the question – how can you eat only half of banana? – when they’re so tasty. She is saving halfs for breakfast. Once I ate one last half she had and I messed up her entire order.
  23. We can’t get enough of the Italian accent. When Stefano says “back-A-pack” and “of course-O”, it becomes catch-A-phrase. A bit overrated after two months although. We need some new stuff.
  24. I love the long Italian word precipitevolisimevolmente (means very very fast). If you say it fast,it makes more sense.
  25. I realized it’s not so easy to explain the word lame (because you would think everyone knows it), but after struggles, we found out the Spanish version is “soso”. In romanian, “sos” only means “sauce”.
  26. I missed the word “enlightened” once and I just said “I have light above my head”. Then you see two germans looking at the lightbulb from the kitchen.
  27. I thought hanging out in the kitchen is a Romanian thing but everyone does that here too. It’s the place where you can chat while cooking or doing coffee and it’s always worm because someone will always do something on the stove. And being warm in Lithuania is VERY important.
  28. Germans are looking weird at me if sometimes I just open the stove to heat my hands. I’m not using the system properly. But here the heating system is messed up so I prefer a little heat.
  29. I think germans are dying while reading this post because it’s so messy and maybe because I have 29 points, not 30. Incomplete!

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(italian head, romanian, spanish, german)

Homesick

A few days ago I changed my facebook name from Ancuța to Anca for about three-four hours because people here are confused about the two names. Anca is in my birth certificate and in my ID, Ancuța is a spoilling name that my friends and family use. Actualy, if someone would call me Anca back in Romania it means that eather someone is mad ad me or has something very serious to tell me.

People were pronouncing Anciuca in stead of Ancuța so I got tired of explanations and I changed it into Anca, in order  to be simpler for everyone. Then I got four messages from friends in Romania asking me what’s with the change, why and who is this Anca person? I tried to explain but I wasn’t convincing.

How could I, if they’re calling me Ancuța for so many years? Than I thought about it and I changed it back. Because I am Ancuța in the end and I hope once people get used to me here, they can start calling me the same – the step from Anca to Ancuța means people feel comfortable around me. Like my local credit card will never be – they wrote Anca-Marija on it. It’ s actualy Anca-Maria – seems like lithuanians have a thing for „J”-s. I never thought I would get so mad for a little detail, but I did. And I saw the mistake while signing the papers and I told the lady to change it, and she did. But when the card came, surpriseee!

Anciuca and Marija were playing ping-pong in my brain but the romanian question-team won. They won because I miss them so much, like I never thought I will. I like traveling, meeting new people and doing new things so much and I always thought I will be fine – sending them emails, skyping, facebooking, gluing pictures with them on my closet.  But I had moments when I just stood in the middle of the climbing gym filled with people, not being able to do anything or talk with anyone.

First time it happened in the gym when I was trying to climb a route and I couldn’t. I kept falling and I was standing alone on the matrice, then trying again and again. And I was hearing three different lithuanian conversations on the background, and by the gestures, they were encouraging eachother and talking about how to start certain climbing route.

I then realized there is no one there to make fun of me. Usually when I hiked with my friends in the mountains and I couldn’t climb something or got stuck in some weird bush, they would always start making fun of me or taking a photo of my mess, telling me they don’t even know how they got into hiking/climbing with me because I suck at it. If I was tired and refuse to walk anymore they would say ”come on, come on, this is where we loose time, ya know?”

Laying there on the matrice, I realized that no one will make fun of me for a whole year. Of course new people will be there to laugh at me when I trip or fall (because I manage to do that often – and I’m not talking about climbing, just about stairs or normal sidewalks) or when I spill drinks (also doing it often). Still, old and good friends, who have been there for me when we had to pee in the midle of a windy mountain at -15 degrees or when I needed a hand in order not to roll 2000 meters won’t. And they should know I’ll miss them a lot 🙂 mi-e dor de voi 🙂

Thinking about that, my eyes were wet. I didn’t understood how can my brain change from concentrating on a route to being so homesick in 10 seconds. I guess the frustration of missing on events this year (a great journalism conference, a wedding, a baptise, protests, earthquakes, Romanian stray dogs problems) added up and kept me a bit on that matrice. But then I go back up and enjoy all the wonderful people I’m spending time with here.

After my matrice moments, I wrote an email to some amazing people I realy love back home from the best magazine there is and I told them how much I missed them and speaking Romanian and the jokes that only make sense in our language. A quick response came: “Don’t worry, your jokes don’t make sense in Romanian eather”.

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(My good friend Andrei, making a bed out of a train baggage shelf)

PS: Cheers for the new friendships that will come 🙂

Colored Google Calendar

The hardest part for me in Lithuania is trying to get organized, trying to combine my working hours with my leisure time (which also involves trainings in the gym). In order to do that, we still have a lot of talks, ask a lot of questions, try different stuff from changing routes on the climbing walls to trainings with the kids, events and file organizing, writing. Of course the last part will be my favourite one, but that will be only a part of my work. We have diversity which is great.

The real pain in the ass is Google Calendar – which is actualy trying to help, but somehow I can’t connect to it – especialy when it’s set on USA hour. My paper calendars are always somehow in two different notebooks or in indecipherable writing, or I lose the sheets I write on and find them when I don’t need them anymore. I’m trying to use only one colour for meetings (and we have a lot of them) and one colour for weekly events like trainings or days when we go into the park and play with kids. Of course that event is with green, because of the grass which used to be green and it’s my favourite colour also – so the evaluation meeting after the park day will also be green. But being my favourite colour, I would realy want to use it for other events too and there are other nice colours like turquoise. And in stead of actualy organizing my calendar, I just argue with myself about google calendars colours and how it would be best to match them. I’m such a girl, right?

A big problem for me is also the lack of privacy – I know it’s a work calendar and it’s easier to arrange stuff if your collegues can see when you’re free or not (for a meeting, of course) but the fact that someone else sees my schedule just like that, without asking, freaks me out. And yes, I know I can change the settings but then I’m not making easier for the others. And I know I can mark private events if I have, but it’s still weird for me.

Then, there’s my living—italian-agenda Stefano, who is SO organized and with no german routes (I think). He’s my permanent source of stable information. I actualy can’t remember what we’ll do tomorrow if I don’t look in my colored calendar, but I always double check with Stefano. I’m realy glad he’s here because I’m the one who goes into town to buy some paint for the event in the park and can’t find the shop, but makes 30 pictures with the autumn leaves. They realy are beautiful! And they don’t clean them so good in the old town and I’m so gratefull for that.

For now, Stefano took over the computer part of our tasks (working with excel, tables and forms), work that he enjoys and I’m making pictures and writing. “Don’t get too comfortable”, said Inga, our coordinator, “you should switch at some point”. Maybe that will help me build a usefull relashionship with an Excel file. Oh, when Inga will read this post, she’ll give me something to do in Excel for sure.

But I found Laura, my Lithuanian messy sister who has a messy calendar also – or so she brags!. She is the volunteer hiding in the office under her red bangs. We’re both weird redheads so we’re gonna get along just fine. She’s teaching me the “good” words in Lithuanian, we’re both writing-people and we’ll make a schedule to climb together in the mornings. When no one sees us. But then I’ll go back to Stefano and ask him at what hour are we meeting tomorrow. I’ll write another post sometimes about folders…pff.

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Every day I realize how Lithuania and Romania are alike. Both countries had something to share with russians and still have bad roads. Both have warm and welcoming people and beautiful places to explore. Romania has mountains that you fall in love with at first side and Lithuania is the mother of all lakes. And you can see every wild corner of nature calling you to take hundreds of photos because you never know what may happen to it tomorrow or just whispering to sit down and take your time. Here’s what I saw when I walked around the biggest artificial lake in Lithuania. I have many scenarios in my head, but you can make yours.

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