Hello everyone! =) Sorry to disappoint you but the box isn’t empty, just a bit late.=) Hope you had a nice day.=)
Mine wasnt that bright but it wasnt miserable so it was ok. And no wind…bliss.=)
This country loves parks (and fountains!) and you can find one everywhere! Like this park is just 3 minute walk to the next one. People here love sitting in the park while the kids play (well, kids who dont yet go to school or didnt go to school maybe!), or mothers (with their mothers) and their babies (in a pram) having fresh air (mothers and daughters have a strong bond here, they go almost everywhere together and do almost everything together). Lovers on a date, but my favourite is the everyday sight of old men sitting on a bench (like 4 or 5 of them) talking about war, politics, their youth while watching today’s youth, and the death of yet another person they all knew. I always try to steal a photo of them but police are everywhere so i havent got a nice shot yet. So yes, there is not a single park that is empty, no matter what time of day (well, except after midnight maybe or dawn). And so sometimes when the man is busy, i take the dogs and go to a park (where dogs are allowed) and just sit there for a couple of hours reading a book. Or simply sit and watch people, wonder where they’re going/from, watch the solitary woman/man sit alone and think, "What is she/he doing here? Sitting for hours..killing time maybe-you know, waiting for the end of the line? Is this where the late husband used to bring her when they were young? Is this where she used go with him and walk and talk about forever? Or she simply wanted to be where there are other people to make life less lonely, because home is just cold and empty and quiet. I dont know..All i know is im a bit nosy.=) When i see an old man with his vintage eyeglasses and cane sitting on the bench with his grandson, i’d automatically think, “Mmm…i wonder what he’s telling the boy. Is he teaching him how to be a good boy or maybe telling him how his (boy’s)father was when he was a small boy, or how he himself was (and everything was) when he was a little boy.” My grandfather is like that, oh the endless “you know child when i was your age…” Yeah, yeah lolo, sure you had monkeys in the garden, and the river is clean and deep and abundant fish,yes, sounds nice but no electricty, you walk 6 hrs to get to the market, no tv, and yes, no mobile phones and internet…
When i become an old lady (if im lucky and actually get old!) i think i’d also go to the park a lot. It’s nice, you know, you sitting there surrounded by some nice trees, green grass, pigeons and noisy kids, while the rest of the city is busy.
Anyway, ok. So we stopped by and took some photos before we went to the German Christmas Bazaar. We go every year. Have german sausage and this german boiled wine (i forgot the name, i’ll give it to u tomorrow) and see our german friends (and other friends who also come every year.
And you remember the beige sweater, bag and boots and belt and lennons for the only thing new here is the black cardigan that looks like a sweater dress, thanks to the belt. And yes, the tan corduroy leggings. I wanted bare legs but i didnt want stares and i’d probably freeze my as_ off too so i grabbed the fake skin leggings and it worked.=) And i hope you like it. =)
That’s about it really. And once again, thank you thank you so so much for-well, what can i tell you, just THANK YOU..from the heart..<3
Oryt, im off! =) Gotta check out your cool outfits! =)
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