The Danger of Overdoing Our Wishes

We are a culture of wishes, a culture of creating and fulfilling them. That is what keeps us going. But no matter how many wishes get fulfilled, we still feel empty inside. Why? Because wishes have a nasty habit of multiplying. We quickly forget about what we already have and we want something else. Having too many wishes not only leaves you hollow inside, but can also lead to some foolish choices. Actually, in my case, one wish was enough to ruin everything for it was too strong. Those of you who read my book already know the story. As a foreign language student I wanted to spend a semester in a...
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Mamma’s List/Papa’s List

It is very human to analyze our lives and make a list of mistakes. It is also very human to try to teach our children not to make the same mistakes. What we do not realize, in my opinion, is that our mistakes were only mistakes in that specific situation. They might be the right decision for our children, because the situation has changed in the meantime. Mamma’s list might be outdated. So may papa’s list. Let me name a few examples. A young man wants to be a postman. He works as a postman during summer holidays while in high-school. Parents insist he should get more education, because...
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Ode to the Sea

To and fro you send your waves, without stop or delay. If everything else fails, to you still whisper I may. Whisper the heaviness of my way. Tell you the stories I can no longer carry, throw them in your depths and be merry. Being immense and astonishingly deep, there is so much you can keep. Without any danger to your salt flower, there is so much you can devour. From the pain so common to the human heart, to the vanity of our beach display. From the despair of a lost soul, to the sweetness of a young couple’s fruit bowl. And why should you ever at the face of human drama even stir? When all the...
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Trip to Gorenjska

A while, not very long ago, I took a train to the Gorenjska region of Slovenia, EU. I saw a kestrel flying over a corn field and I remembered a kestrel nesting on our balcony years ago, when I was still working in the city, commuting by train every day. The year I started to work at home on the slightly remote outskirts of the city, the kestrel chose another place to nest. Probably due to being too timid. I saw a farmer digging out potatoes. And I thought to myself: Is he going to sell them on a farmers market? Or is he going to cook enough jota* for all the perky grandchildren? What you really need...
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