tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51579353875539833842024-03-13T07:54:15.228-07:00Filantrópia Adománybolt BlogRead the stories of our volunteers, here at Filantrópia Adománybolt.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-24995303776281940072024-01-26T06:15:00.000-08:002024-01-26T06:15:13.627-08:00 Hello everyone, Alessandra here :)<p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I hope all of you had a good beginning of the year and made through this really challenging month. Even if January is been such a long month (lovely weather, no?), it’s almost coming to an end and I can’t wait to be closer to spring! </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGVn7tEEwuu_qvwFtYoSmR-Qf0Xr85hOCY9myIa-uYyaGQW14SzxzPhxu3ftBm4xi14WmW558Erv1TgxHVEBsTOXf7DY_S-QOnKyYfypTeK9PnFrtx3Uy2UYbIO3mUYI5LVwdYB-A14RogUmAWj05hPeCzLhmFovpSA3SsdKtpUB10QlNbqLrFXAkvGzON" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGVn7tEEwuu_qvwFtYoSmR-Qf0Xr85hOCY9myIa-uYyaGQW14SzxzPhxu3ftBm4xi14WmW558Erv1TgxHVEBsTOXf7DY_S-QOnKyYfypTeK9PnFrtx3Uy2UYbIO3mUYI5LVwdYB-A14RogUmAWj05hPeCzLhmFovpSA3SsdKtpUB10QlNbqLrFXAkvGzON" width="180" /></a></div></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">For Christmas holidays I went back in Italy (the picture on top it’s the beautiful sea of Maratea in the South of Italy!) for about ten days, and it was really nice but coming back to Budapest was better than expected! When I was home the reality of Budapest felt so distant, almost like if the last few months here were just a product of my imagination. Once I stepped out of the metro from the airport everything felt so familiar and I realized how much I have learned in the previous months. In the last few weeks I noticed that now I am able to recognize words, customers at the shop and starting again with the daily tasks made me feel like I really know this place better and I am definitely feeling more confident. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii7GSuv9h_9AOMlfKqEW19rwplBUlwnac8spDoAV2J-fKJy6wAmFVp7edV0s9xiG-7u83n6QaigyBvZSjN-YKMQR-B9k0bQoA0pqCjnjeJNIwy_z94rAt3UZgfqkcRqIRgZiSYorqf9D8KPFnS_TAMqAvCeCGfVd2eMOD02w5gHC9KbgCUwPxsY3IXFKCz" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1334" data-original-width="750" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii7GSuv9h_9AOMlfKqEW19rwplBUlwnac8spDoAV2J-fKJy6wAmFVp7edV0s9xiG-7u83n6QaigyBvZSjN-YKMQR-B9k0bQoA0pqCjnjeJNIwy_z94rAt3UZgfqkcRqIRgZiSYorqf9D8KPFnS_TAMqAvCeCGfVd2eMOD02w5gHC9KbgCUwPxsY3IXFKCz" width="135" /></a></div><br /><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">This month me and Vilma also made a little day trip to Vienna. Such a beautiful city, elegant and classy, but it’s NOTHING compared to Budapest! This city is so alive and full of opportunities that I can’t wait to explore in the next months. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Also, this weekend two of my friends from Italy are coming to visit me and I can’t wait to show them my favorite spots around the city (and of course the shop)! I am really happy to share my life here in Budapest with them and hopefully the weather will be nice! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTOtxGn7XHM64xRS_LIibG6fCXTo8EECtqgp02XuuecV82uupsY7Anf0cPmQlEs2Qxdzf1uoYKxUMlsCklapnpKX4x7U-LBdFa6gqmY-k-sR2gxBlwGRP1iY6AuJeGmZrYrDKe3zJuQF4UorUQwMkv1iw9hg9VbFuLkQg_H1LW4R8hgBafROLVBFDNMvMB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTOtxGn7XHM64xRS_LIibG6fCXTo8EECtqgp02XuuecV82uupsY7Anf0cPmQlEs2Qxdzf1uoYKxUMlsCklapnpKX4x7U-LBdFa6gqmY-k-sR2gxBlwGRP1iY6AuJeGmZrYrDKe3zJuQF4UorUQwMkv1iw9hg9VbFuLkQg_H1LW4R8hgBafROLVBFDNMvMB" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Anyways, that’s all for this month! It’s always great to share the little but big changes as the time passes by…</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">See you next month :)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Alessandra</span></p>Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08236832129378807229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-28399980020735600982024-01-19T07:34:00.000-08:002024-01-19T07:34:30.589-08:00 Hello blog, volunteer Vilma here!<div class="separator"><br /></div><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small;">Totally crazy that we have already reached the time for my second blog post. That is the advantage of occasionally writing a blog post, because you get a chance to look back and think about everything you have experienced. This is also one of the reasons why my New Year's resolution is to keep a diary as often as I can. So that I can remember my time here.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small;">I went home to spend the holidays at home with my family in Sweden. I really enjoyed meeting them and celebrating Christmas together, especially since this is the first time I've been away from home.</span><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglcbtZyc4-z9CBym9wHCy7ziqGn030KdycBV3eJLYRXwJej5oM0xlZ8shU4L-Fn5lIGfnAbDYnXFlNiMISqkD-sircK0JcpnAxFLCfhf_oWbhw0boivxvq-JGS3py6fvrM6aWDVAdjYazqVRzrswtzOezDLYVT-QtkSiJXhdhMx0Vn54gdSahW2o7RtIs/s4032/IMG_1794.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglcbtZyc4-z9CBym9wHCy7ziqGn030KdycBV3eJLYRXwJej5oM0xlZ8shU4L-Fn5lIGfnAbDYnXFlNiMISqkD-sircK0JcpnAxFLCfhf_oWbhw0boivxvq-JGS3py6fvrM6aWDVAdjYazqVRzrswtzOezDLYVT-QtkSiJXhdhMx0Vn54gdSahW2o7RtIs/s320/IMG_1794.jpeg" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5FCvq_y4FgkOfK8QMY7QW_LFBjpAUR546tT3FOXMJUxRI71nBUH9FeKwZQei8J-GZb3zgNhydNVQIVN5BdiNk4sreLsyzhGEwLcNbi8NrcGw0aN0myqMI8qMi_i0QR4Sab-F7amYAbsThSkhVGJF9QJzOHxheoMKBA03112uzk2DV-X95LspX3zo_4k/s4032/IMG_1802.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5FCvq_y4FgkOfK8QMY7QW_LFBjpAUR546tT3FOXMJUxRI71nBUH9FeKwZQei8J-GZb3zgNhydNVQIVN5BdiNk4sreLsyzhGEwLcNbi8NrcGw0aN0myqMI8qMi_i0QR4Sab-F7amYAbsThSkhVGJF9QJzOHxheoMKBA03112uzk2DV-X95LspX3zo_4k/s320/IMG_1802.jpeg" width="240" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /></span></span><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small;">Now it is the beginning of January and I returned to Budapest a little more than a two weeks ago. This time it was a great feeling arriving in Budapest and being able to recognize places and the names of some the streets. Especially</span><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small;"> compared to when I first arrived when things definetly felt a bit confusing. </span><br /><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small;">Right now the weather in Budapest is quite bad, cold and rainy, but it is January after all. When you think about it, it's kind of silly that January is always the first month of the new year, because the weather is always so bad. However, I feel grateful that it is at least not as cold as in Sweden, where it is below freezing almost all of January. But to be honest, I'm also looking forward to some sun. Come on?! Just a little streak of light would be enough! Anyway, I hope that during my time here I get to experience slightly warmer temperatures. It feels like you can't get a fair picture of a city without seeing it in both summer and winter.</span><br /><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small;">However, the advantage of January in my opinion is (as it is the first month of the year whether we like it or not) that due to the bad weather you have time to focus on making your everyday life as pleasant as possible and plan for the new year. In that sense January is a bit like a rip in time. Having said that, I have a lot to look forward to in the coming months, such as my family coming to visit me. Hopefully one of my friends will also come to visit a little later.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small;">To conclude, I would like to say that I'm very happy to be back and I hope that you who are reading this have had a good start to the new year as well.</span><div class="yj6qo" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Vilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16998056374768700790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-27169844123860811532023-12-05T06:25:00.000-08:002023-12-05T07:36:17.737-08:00Hello everyone, I am Alessandra, one of the new volunteers of Filantrópia Charity Shop!<p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">My first moth here is j</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">ust come to an end! In September I finished my thesis for university and I was exploring some future options because for sure I didn’t feel like starting a master’s degree right away ( a pretty common and usual thing in Italy). Anyway, a friend of mine shared her experience as ESC volunteer back in 2019, so I stated to explore projects on the portal; one day, I joined a Facebook group about ESC project, and I found the incredible world of Profilantrop! As soon as I read about this organization, the project, the shop and their mission I understood that this was the perfect project for me! I was really happy!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Now that I am here I realize how even a small decision can change the course of your life: if I didn’t randomly joined the group I would have never found this project! And who knows were I would be now! The “buttefly effect” is really crazy.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidbmUA8rIwBcMTe1Za_NnRLJbb9zXjwmzveDMiptOTJNhKeKV0FcMJeNZQUrlI16wFjwX9vj33YxTXD0X2lk9vOxzauS2_XdPwTqhSbePCEsK5ollBGT_Rf8v1TJyuWrMRqTDhAsxk32sPcqNxLopkFqZonxRzdd4cwlEQCeq_qagyxNEpdwKK8bgCXl0w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidbmUA8rIwBcMTe1Za_NnRLJbb9zXjwmzveDMiptOTJNhKeKV0FcMJeNZQUrlI16wFjwX9vj33YxTXD0X2lk9vOxzauS2_XdPwTqhSbePCEsK5ollBGT_Rf8v1TJyuWrMRqTDhAsxk32sPcqNxLopkFqZonxRzdd4cwlEQCeq_qagyxNEpdwKK8bgCXl0w" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></div></div><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">I am really grateful to be here now because since I arrived I felt so welcomed and at home thank to the sweet and kind Giuliana, former volunteer and my roommate, and to Zsuzsa, who gave me the opportunity to be here and start this new adventure, she welcomed us with her family and shared a beautiful experience with us tradition, such as preparing zakuszka.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYK03viDMk1-VQXm0HM_DSIILssEn3Lu7NSakYzYU40sZzZcOCsSzPpT9v-5vk1KiaU3TZC3YlcbkkVVIAxngphLHyWLhCmfJfEXlXafsm756Bjg8lXQHn28o3Dxv0OOj7Oeabt6e5pITtW1onQYaovpwyyNRIRKRLCStKQEDKE90tc43SxmQx8yLWDxTD" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYK03viDMk1-VQXm0HM_DSIILssEn3Lu7NSakYzYU40sZzZcOCsSzPpT9v-5vk1KiaU3TZC3YlcbkkVVIAxngphLHyWLhCmfJfEXlXafsm756Bjg8lXQHn28o3Dxv0OOj7Oeabt6e5pITtW1onQYaovpwyyNRIRKRLCStKQEDKE90tc43SxmQx8yLWDxTD" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">I can’t wait to spend the next six months here exploring Budapest!</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">See you next month :)</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"> Alessandra</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLI2WjUk18mbWbgBA2iE-tyBojELv68qIya0SH8KAvDSDzEqy8Yb9uywxtyH8Uzfnhw54S2HrRWzh1PKg3exf0OZDg5m5WhHrhP-grv5Lj5M2ZAxzqjujStlxRDfx3vSfdfNwPEEmGRsVZPftOcjO8xFlSf7PhTau94xB6nwqlodOovYlxoTi2QsRTLz23" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLI2WjUk18mbWbgBA2iE-tyBojELv68qIya0SH8KAvDSDzEqy8Yb9uywxtyH8Uzfnhw54S2HrRWzh1PKg3exf0OZDg5m5WhHrhP-grv5Lj5M2ZAxzqjujStlxRDfx3vSfdfNwPEEmGRsVZPftOcjO8xFlSf7PhTau94xB6nwqlodOovYlxoTi2QsRTLz23" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span></p>Alessandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08236832129378807229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-40895741844073714822023-12-05T06:09:00.000-08:002023-12-06T03:41:24.244-08:00 Hi, My name is Vilma and I am one of the new volunteers at the Filantrópia Charity Shop!<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: x-small;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);">Since this is my first blog post, I thought I'd start by giving you a short background on myself and how I started volunteering.<br /></span><br /></span></span><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small;">This spring I graduated from high school in a small town in Sweden where Iv'e lived basically all my life. In high school I studied social and behavioral science and I also volunteered as part of the Red Cross Youth Association since the beginning of 2023. I have always been interested in people and personal development and had always considered the possibility of volunteering abroad as a way to combine both of these interests. So I decided to take what is called a "gap year" or basically a year off from doing anything school related to dive deeper into the world of volunteering.</span><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"><br /></span></span><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm78W5KoGfIp3P_Wum9V_xmqiGzJ1KKHqQ4nmAjX_QV8FhloLQmQgjzgfmewlunwSHkYC1eXAU-i7E8prwEs8iYsyb7ps_KM2etuZ3FrJ4ZBufsDjQnfzNWediJU5jTkvWJ4s9T9bvPztsPfrJ4KQqO_jxTvQF94-eyjoaGYk2NR5ayeqF54aXxwLXyng/s4384/2237C6AA-1389-4099-98C1-516D5F6DF308.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2466" data-original-width="4384" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm78W5KoGfIp3P_Wum9V_xmqiGzJ1KKHqQ4nmAjX_QV8FhloLQmQgjzgfmewlunwSHkYC1eXAU-i7E8prwEs8iYsyb7ps_KM2etuZ3FrJ4ZBufsDjQnfzNWediJU5jTkvWJ4s9T9bvPztsPfrJ4KQqO_jxTvQF94-eyjoaGYk2NR5ayeqF54aXxwLXyng/s320/2237C6AA-1389-4099-98C1-516D5F6DF308.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div></span><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small;">I spent the summer at home, and in the beginning of September I went to Spain to participate in a team volunteering project that I found through the European Solidarity Corps. Together, I and the other volunteers painted a mural at a local hospital. I learned so much from this experience, even if the project was barely a month long. Both from all the interesting people I met but also about what it's like to live with other people in shared space and to do everything as a team. I knew that I wanted to continue volunteering when I got home, but this time I wanted to try a longer project. As if by chance, I scrolled past an ad on Facebook about the Filantrópia charity shop and not long after that the plane ticket to Budapest was booked.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHq3fodkywxT4DFZ3eEfph51KTSQqMDXuZ0m0tyuzcybtaGrTTa4VlJu4p4DMAmilec2ZU72oFALKD1fZIK60s7afi0iyYdbntYlaf00SDfOE7M0Qg-cGrhiuZfJzNWebaOu5pDFtpOVFpZmTGeN9ngYweoAGU5wteEaj5t42Qa3LHzlnKT8UujhyNAYk/s4032/72176083694__1C266181-E995-47CB-ADE1-FF9DABD6C445.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHq3fodkywxT4DFZ3eEfph51KTSQqMDXuZ0m0tyuzcybtaGrTTa4VlJu4p4DMAmilec2ZU72oFALKD1fZIK60s7afi0iyYdbntYlaf00SDfOE7M0Qg-cGrhiuZfJzNWebaOu5pDFtpOVFpZmTGeN9ngYweoAGU5wteEaj5t42Qa3LHzlnKT8UujhyNAYk/s320/72176083694__1C266181-E995-47CB-ADE1-FF9DABD6C445.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div></span><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small;">Now I've been here a month and the strange thing is that I can hardly describe what I've done since then. Of course, I've also met a lot of nice and interesting people here, participated in workshops, been to some Christmas markets, went sightseeing and for the first time in my life bought my own washing detergent. Crazy right?!! It's been a lot of new impressions to say the least and I think it's only now that I can actually go to the grocery store without feeling overwhelmed by all the sounds, people and a completely foreign language. Important to mention is that I have had amazing help along the way from my flatmates who gave me the warmest welcome, Zsuzsa and Betsy from the store and my friends and family in Sweden who have supported me since day one.</span><div><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"><br /></span></span><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuzmFZrXIPdige_e8l0zSTor__ZPAGZnB7TWZdKXnAwCuGkU3Sba4hkdVF5YWHb_rw2OO_ai6QU1Ba6Beih8p2m1IxvpVTFPj0jAl5plc6d2LyplFCHmIXcS2cK5cDK64Du_TMM41oMEvL39a5H7LnIxx7XUBk5QVEblv6-8yuksuyhCUPtwNdsh0gIoQ/s4032/IMG_0799.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuzmFZrXIPdige_e8l0zSTor__ZPAGZnB7TWZdKXnAwCuGkU3Sba4hkdVF5YWHb_rw2OO_ai6QU1Ba6Beih8p2m1IxvpVTFPj0jAl5plc6d2LyplFCHmIXcS2cK5cDK64Du_TMM41oMEvL39a5H7LnIxx7XUBk5QVEblv6-8yuksuyhCUPtwNdsh0gIoQ/s320/IMG_0799.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div></span></div></div>Vilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16998056374768700790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-84673682479410774392023-09-28T04:05:00.006-07:002023-09-28T04:10:28.924-07:00Röviden és velősen, de főleg könnyesen. Viszlát Filantrópia <p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Kedves Olvasók,</p><p>Az én munkásságom is a végére ért Filantrópia szigetén. Őszintén, hihetetlen, milyen gyorsan elrepült ez az év! </p><p>Emlékszem, az első Budapesti napomon Beci várt az önkéntes rezidencia előtt:)) aki nem csak akkor segített nekem, amikor ideadta a lakás kulcsot és megmutatta hogyan nyílik a lift és hogy természetesen mindig le kell küldeni, hanem háborút szítunk a szomszédok között (ez egy nagyon trükkös lift volt), hanem az itt töltött hónapjaim minden pillanatában. Mindig ott volt a felvigyázó keze a háttérben és terelgetett az élet útján. Köszi Beci:)))</p><p>Vegyes érzelmekkel vágtam bele ebbe az évbe annó, de felűlmúlta az elképzeléseimet! Persze számítottam egyre meg másra, de ennyi szép emlékre és csodálatos emberre nem. Kezdhetem Núriával, aki anyukám helyett anyukám volt itt Budapesten, abban a néhány együtt töltött hónapban, majd később Irene, akivel egy nagyon vad és eseménydús évet bonyolítottunk le. Sírás, nevetés, mérgelődés, minden is volt, de így volt szép és igazi. </p><p>Ez az egy év alatt mindent is csináltam! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vwNpHV7DE5k8I4qay18GOve93LZdYDaqu5115BJ8zzLiaZJL7qhjH0UUuebLS5GxIM6V-D-OXKhsvasWxtzKF51EVUlyIWtbNNJemSlkI2XGoxg5v9y3wXuDiWyfrBDS9SOm2vpS69t0pEgEvg0hbNjZ-TCDpFcGLKSPSMMCvpLLlkTNe0XQbGB4NfA/s750/343705043_774531084076544_1084117839236494630_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="562" data-original-width="750" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vwNpHV7DE5k8I4qay18GOve93LZdYDaqu5115BJ8zzLiaZJL7qhjH0UUuebLS5GxIM6V-D-OXKhsvasWxtzKF51EVUlyIWtbNNJemSlkI2XGoxg5v9y3wXuDiWyfrBDS9SOm2vpS69t0pEgEvg0hbNjZ-TCDpFcGLKSPSMMCvpLLlkTNe0XQbGB4NfA/s320/343705043_774531084076544_1084117839236494630_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Láttam a pápát:)))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh957KyItawuQa5ZHYByktWKzy3kuZhXUvCRPCMCbUfXKeKwKjjs1gsrpbsTuWlCboYRWH2phVOERyrYT-Pz9vrHYPCVTVWy4gUSaRFZx2s9IVyJpBaxitnq6xF8c6AvcWYgBebuxoeiG5BVk_K0ylVDO9gL2KUspBiHdYfuOuWBIH_Uf1AVqB1kAUHHsI/s1000/379642707_350859820617668_7500563758225901658_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh957KyItawuQa5ZHYByktWKzy3kuZhXUvCRPCMCbUfXKeKwKjjs1gsrpbsTuWlCboYRWH2phVOERyrYT-Pz9vrHYPCVTVWy4gUSaRFZx2s9IVyJpBaxitnq6xF8c6AvcWYgBebuxoeiG5BVk_K0ylVDO9gL2KUspBiHdYfuOuWBIH_Uf1AVqB1kAUHHsI/s320/379642707_350859820617668_7500563758225901658_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Hajóláda Műhelyt tartottam, meeeg farsangot ünnepeltünk.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXare0vBVhfHm5DlkC-8XPpIqnxC-k8cN9nZ_wBYcHhzRvcRN5sDHsFNaESZ3O2WWfityizHxkAZc2YnL56NAu9ZwZOwDl5RV73sXSmPnvUMl_PKD9c4no83fSPIhaNeAsO-UjtDSVRuYxb8ujgxTEWefgpEaLKU-twfGDfpZYLAcR-e1T-6R-YIIVobk/s1000/379643453_882623309947650_836625495334551390_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXare0vBVhfHm5DlkC-8XPpIqnxC-k8cN9nZ_wBYcHhzRvcRN5sDHsFNaESZ3O2WWfityizHxkAZc2YnL56NAu9ZwZOwDl5RV73sXSmPnvUMl_PKD9c4no83fSPIhaNeAsO-UjtDSVRuYxb8ujgxTEWefgpEaLKU-twfGDfpZYLAcR-e1T-6R-YIIVobk/s320/379643453_882623309947650_836625495334551390_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hazautak hétfőnként a Morriból.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgchBTrCenmvrARHJtjG6CvaRkzp9iJjpX-Qj3ftpBJpF489zfREn5ULiKKUGEJH6urNhOu_wq0gDCL3QU9p73IePPXFb3pSX2z420w9KUjI04F-zBlMuJeX6AvanlRjd-t8oCe_CZU5cZixqVSA2TrVxG1QJ-CFpgP-X0yoEez-_9Nc1ygZvxRGaLxOfk/s1000/382644778_516859400656793_8792018873488695312_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgchBTrCenmvrARHJtjG6CvaRkzp9iJjpX-Qj3ftpBJpF489zfREn5ULiKKUGEJH6urNhOu_wq0gDCL3QU9p73IePPXFb3pSX2z420w9KUjI04F-zBlMuJeX6AvanlRjd-t8oCe_CZU5cZixqVSA2TrVxG1QJ-CFpgP-X0yoEez-_9Nc1ygZvxRGaLxOfk/s320/382644778_516859400656793_8792018873488695312_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Növényeket gyűjtöttem, majd aztán el is ültettem őket.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqKqqa7KI3nBELvtVU5evFRGGytFmVTlVWOivGaNHjiGcRaDL3OEzNwYErxcIpUOM2x9kQ7bU-FVhjJiFU2GhRCpEsf_jqE9Hxf_27RzknEfOEm2FC5YmM4iwyIM2P4gMmXK800wFRmrpELgzAzCconnQ6Wz3QiOwG9BedtKTJLA67gEFxLJ7vWbyi6E/s1000/383109473_1329163014653723_3234743899864132469_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqKqqa7KI3nBELvtVU5evFRGGytFmVTlVWOivGaNHjiGcRaDL3OEzNwYErxcIpUOM2x9kQ7bU-FVhjJiFU2GhRCpEsf_jqE9Hxf_27RzknEfOEm2FC5YmM4iwyIM2P4gMmXK800wFRmrpELgzAzCconnQ6Wz3QiOwG9BedtKTJLA67gEFxLJ7vWbyi6E/s320/383109473_1329163014653723_3234743899864132469_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nagyon sokat lomtalanítottam, erre Irene haragudott is:))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBLZBwNVYSkvqh1mPVrLlKB7zUs4LRtG19du5xMcnu_bgnlddhjc9nJwm3XhUCu-94axRAUzLFdHEqPQUpOgKZQF0qV-GNuf3bc5wZs2pypjuoRLnZNwUC5ElvlVNGCAfOB8u2ODv6i3MOKd6mZfKzhfJlV1e9dhenYvHuz8ToRsx6Pu2c9GtiNpa-QPk/s1000/383131304_971038120676316_6054981029014956988_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Károly koronázását (szörnyű volt. hosszú és unalmas, meg szerintem nem volt elég csilli-villi sem)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31kTxTbC6J5_AQ_FbDTvNIRZs3ZtPu_JyHKBiopEcAk9DVozygaE965WomZfBuTlpdUsJaKLbJ9t31dV0FOdy9iekqAkK5_ygjNJwhLYgYDyy6lDrJV4REYJ6MRoP5d02UbpkuZBleU35f7txy28iiMkyjL77EJfNjglECUH2TfAqoNuz0JkBJJpcVos/s1000/383879507_328461263176426_6950050792077318185_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31kTxTbC6J5_AQ_FbDTvNIRZs3ZtPu_JyHKBiopEcAk9DVozygaE965WomZfBuTlpdUsJaKLbJ9t31dV0FOdy9iekqAkK5_ygjNJwhLYgYDyy6lDrJV4REYJ6MRoP5d02UbpkuZBleU35f7txy28iiMkyjL77EJfNjglECUH2TfAqoNuz0JkBJJpcVos/s320/383879507_328461263176426_6950050792077318185_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Botanikus kertet varázsoltam a rezidenciából.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHOqe0eJg5mnbzBP6yepVPRoaBB4YswGTESkcJTUvlo8IsFrAjie5sa3zov9yQEc6HXbumcbDhjIu23aZrztASyhvpL6FaEBtQbESIt0SMZP_2pMAoeoxlK9G6Y1skdnMGXefarrGjlQPfkZe6RR9b1kbyAzdsFKhi0JahLEIuPxi7rxqo0z4elr47nx8/s1000/383893013_225808610487446_6688582102600713166_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHOqe0eJg5mnbzBP6yepVPRoaBB4YswGTESkcJTUvlo8IsFrAjie5sa3zov9yQEc6HXbumcbDhjIu23aZrztASyhvpL6FaEBtQbESIt0SMZP_2pMAoeoxlK9G6Y1skdnMGXefarrGjlQPfkZe6RR9b1kbyAzdsFKhi0JahLEIuPxi7rxqo0z4elr47nx8/s320/383893013_225808610487446_6688582102600713166_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Csomagokat vadásztam a Westendben Irenevel. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRCpADNDoYGf3klegrOq5HaM-Oo_ZlcAgWLSHTGDMLfXxS6Q7vT9rRWq6Tz96KJuREVcJCG5o3UdzoEKgq0TliYTNk-pSSgLWCYqeMyjtQQEuBm0qqr7mcA8ktdE3lhRqTkWZnQb8GLIzXAL-hjN2jY85X8k0etICyF3YrQE5U_wxGF_w64cAg3ujqAZI/s1000/383910005_696110932388814_2100821384605978489_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRCpADNDoYGf3klegrOq5HaM-Oo_ZlcAgWLSHTGDMLfXxS6Q7vT9rRWq6Tz96KJuREVcJCG5o3UdzoEKgq0TliYTNk-pSSgLWCYqeMyjtQQEuBm0qqr7mcA8ktdE3lhRqTkWZnQb8GLIzXAL-hjN2jY85X8k0etICyF3YrQE5U_wxGF_w64cAg3ujqAZI/s320/383910005_696110932388814_2100821384605978489_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Vacsorákat szervetünk a barátaimmal. </div><p>Mindezek mellett nem csak emlékeket, hanem tapasztalatot is gyűjtöttem. Megtanultam, hogy a kedvesség és jószándék előbb vagy utóbb mindig megtérül az életben, ha ez nem lenne magától értendő. Ha tudunk adni, mindig kell és soha ne ítélkezzünk emberek és helyzetek fölött. Legyen az egy kedves szó, egy szelet kenyér, egy ölelés, akár egy pulcsi amit már amúgy sem hordasz. Soha nem tudhatod, hogy a másik személy min megy keresztül az életben épp. Mindezért köszönet Zsuzsának és a Filantrópia Adományboltnak!</p><p>Röviden, megnőtt a hajam, de méginkább megnőttem én is (nem szó szerint, annak már semmi esélye), mint ember ennek az évnek hála!</p><p>Köszönöm mindenkinek!</p><p>Millió puszi, Móni💖</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-71185595715948297072023-09-11T08:38:00.000-07:002023-09-11T08:38:01.182-07:00See you soon letter :)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFnsi019ZI666mltr1EwolPefED1g5CYgMW356uTmbK0CTcis5liBwpv2qDfQDmyJkDxsZhotM6sQeK8B8Tc8w5GqUZzEDKCZ4IIc8K9Ry6SqNLpkyzpYbBEjVOceyjJlG0dk15s0HUj4sbXiKBqX72keSymgr0Y_vvvJpTOW_aGXHALHsvugy1JvMMH9S/s1226/Bloc%20de%20notas%20sin%20ti%CC%81tulo%20(4)(1)-page-0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1226" data-original-width="948" height="684" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFnsi019ZI666mltr1EwolPefED1g5CYgMW356uTmbK0CTcis5liBwpv2qDfQDmyJkDxsZhotM6sQeK8B8Tc8w5GqUZzEDKCZ4IIc8K9Ry6SqNLpkyzpYbBEjVOceyjJlG0dk15s0HUj4sbXiKBqX72keSymgr0Y_vvvJpTOW_aGXHALHsvugy1JvMMH9S/w528-h684/Bloc%20de%20notas%20sin%20ti%CC%81tulo%20(4)(1)-page-0002.jpg" width="528" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Both Bernadetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02053807209455385026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-64411670447506544182023-08-07T05:41:00.006-07:002023-08-07T05:41:53.900-07:00The unexpected enemy <p> </p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">When you move to another country, everybody warns you
and tries to warn you of the dangers you might encounter, be careful not to get
robbed, be careful with the friends you make, be careful not to go home alone
at night, be careful not to get lost... but almost nobody will warn you of what
will probably be your worst and most unexpected enemy at some point:
loneliness.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">When you see pictures of other people who have moved
to other countries, or accounts on social media about traveling, everyone seems
to be living their best life, amazing countries, beautiful landscapes, new
friends, new experiences, new cafes... however I think it is a universal
experience for almost everyone who has moved away from home for a long time, to
feel lonely at some point. And it seems funny how this feeling appears at the
beginning, even if you are meeting new and wonderful people and even if everything
is really going as you had planned, it is inevitable that in some moments this
feeling will come over you. I think this is part of a process where you have
left your family and friends, who know you so well, with whom you normally have
infinite trust, and suddenly you find yourself with new people and in a new
place where you again have to make an effort to get to know them, to open up
with them, and often you connect with people through shared experiences, and
for these experiences to happen it takes time. It's an uncomfortable feeling to
go from feeling so secure in people you know to having to start all over again,
it takes a lot of effort to leave that comfort.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">However, I believe that this "enemy" is not
always an enemy, as it forces you out of your comfort zone and leads you to do
incredible things that you would never have done if you had stayed in that safe
zone. Suddenly, you will be meeting people with totally different backgrounds
from your own, with whom you will possibly grow and learn things that you might
never have learned otherwise.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">It also gives you
a space in which you can reinvent yourself and explore parts of your
personality that may be dormant but seem to flourish in these new situations.
Perhaps also meeting such different people will take you to uncomfortable but
necessary places where you will question things that you have always assumed,
and perhaps realize that they are not so true for you, or that they don't
really resonate with who you are and your values.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">This is not to say that when this feeling comes it
will be easy or that it will feel good, but rather that it should be assumed as
part of the process instead of hiding it in a thousand pictures of sunsets, in
a thousand pictures of parties. I think it is important that this feeling can
be shared, as I think, that possibly when one person starts sharing about this,
many others could open up about how they are experiencing similar situations,
and I really believe that what is not hidden does not hurt so much.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHar8RcnxtEMkZm-A9kUmueEKTxOISHRRk77-W9vCnfSWcweXqwPtlxf7AtdJF0a73AWpur3Owj7zLYG_zZ1qfhGZYIGrCEXDYtaJYDgtxFsNmHYiZuERvnTzUNCo0eNulfiUfAUeNh4P2wxobDxUyZUYSQQ9JVdH59r9hvMldqXrSq3wkBVgLcnJsrU/s4032/IMG-1608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHar8RcnxtEMkZm-A9kUmueEKTxOISHRRk77-W9vCnfSWcweXqwPtlxf7AtdJF0a73AWpur3Owj7zLYG_zZ1qfhGZYIGrCEXDYtaJYDgtxFsNmHYiZuERvnTzUNCo0eNulfiUfAUeNh4P2wxobDxUyZUYSQQ9JVdH59r9hvMldqXrSq3wkBVgLcnJsrU/s320/IMG-1608.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFA6YvUEWUmy0SykBdAD9FEtRc-kexLByHyA3TZv2LXHkc5JnO9TOdTXtnAJfv8X6PwB8OwU-po7UCV-DwRrxJApqoqfq67onhQocTDsOxVHVPSfsQOnurj8hYJHF42e1hVxZnqcxeHe1xGRWupodan9ArYYdS4N2LFQt2QzJ0Eyg4Bv4LiDsPSMa6ec/s4032/IMG-9879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFA6YvUEWUmy0SykBdAD9FEtRc-kexLByHyA3TZv2LXHkc5JnO9TOdTXtnAJfv8X6PwB8OwU-po7UCV-DwRrxJApqoqfq67onhQocTDsOxVHVPSfsQOnurj8hYJHF42e1hVxZnqcxeHe1xGRWupodan9ArYYdS4N2LFQt2QzJ0Eyg4Bv4LiDsPSMa6ec/s320/IMG-9879.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-84689984276901686182023-07-19T02:29:00.000-07:002023-07-19T02:29:20.540-07:00Búcsúk és viszontlátások<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="HU" style="mso-ansi-language: HU;">Mióta belevágtam az önkéntes tevékenységbe, nem csak egy közösség
szerkezetébe nyertem betekintést és hasznos tapasztalatokat gyűjtöttem ennek
tevékenységei kapcsán, hanem a különböző kultúrák világát is
megismerhettem.<o:p></o:p></span>
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<span lang="HU" style="mso-ansi-language: HU;">Az önkéntes munkásság által rengeteg hasonló helyzetű emberrel találkoztam,
akik a barátaimmá váltak idővel és beépültek a mindennapjaimba. Pontosabban
egy budapesti kiscsaláddá váltunk. Kialakultak a stabil programjaink, minden
kedden filmestet tartottunk és az alkalmakkor egy-egy személy választotta az
aznapi vetítés témáját. Napjaim részévé vált még a Margit-szigeti piknikezés
velük, közös születésnap ünneplés, közös vacsorák felhőtlen kacajok.<o:p></o:p></span>
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<span lang="HU" style="mso-ansi-language: HU;">Nemcsak barátokat szereztem ezáltal, de tudást és ismeretet is. Elém
tárult egy teljesen más kép a különböző országokról és szokásaikról, mint
amit az iskolában tanítottak nekünk. Megértettem mennyire egy szofisztikált
ember az olasz, ezzel szemben a spanyolok pedig az életnek élnek. Mindig is
tudtam, hogy a franciák előítéletesek, de igazán csak most láttam meg.
Megismerhettem mindezen országok és nemzetek múltját és jelenét, amit nem
említenek tankönyvekben. Szokásaik, gasztronómiájuk (rengeteg szuper
receptet tanultam), ünnepeik beilleszkedtek az én életembe is.<o:p></o:p></span>
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<span lang="HU" style="mso-ansi-language: HU;">Elmondhatom, hogy ezek az új tapasztalatok által rengeteget változtam és
másképp látom a saját országomat, az életemet, meg csak úgy a
mindennapjaimat is. Rengeteget köszönhetek nekik. Nem csak a barátságukat,
hanem a számtalan tanítást is, amit tőlük kaphattam.<o:p></o:p></span>
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<span lang="HU" style="mso-ansi-language: HU;">Sajnos ennek az utazásnak lassan a végére érek. Velem ellentétben nekik
ebben a hónapban fejeződik be a projektjük és apránként haza költözik
mindenki a saját országába. Visszatérnek mindennapi életükhöz, van, aki
egyetemre megy, mások munkába állnak, de az önkéntesség és barátságunk
varázsát soha nem feledjük el. És persze tervezzük később meglátogatni majd
egymást </span><span lang="HU" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: HU; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span lang="HU" style="mso-ansi-language: HU;"><o:p></o:p></span>
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<span lang="HU" style="mso-ansi-language: HU;">Szeretettel, Móni </span>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-47062002307490707932023-07-07T02:35:00.001-07:002023-07-07T02:35:55.439-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRHq4Luk084q9iC6B7G39b9stkfBpgq6RB26JlRPdqdSNzlSYKVxCkSKdkVnwBySPch3yMsr193u18EifA4STWgOjFdRX92olevtpEZqIKJBJNJvX9GxGUnQgPcBJYIaO-9F42nsJKa2jlD1ALXDL2zB9lMDBoaSC0D4wmLNhnI2OnkCuWqoVq1cBM-n0Y/s1500/zarva_nyar.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="1500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRHq4Luk084q9iC6B7G39b9stkfBpgq6RB26JlRPdqdSNzlSYKVxCkSKdkVnwBySPch3yMsr193u18EifA4STWgOjFdRX92olevtpEZqIKJBJNJvX9GxGUnQgPcBJYIaO-9F42nsJKa2jlD1ALXDL2zB9lMDBoaSC0D4wmLNhnI2OnkCuWqoVq1cBM-n0Y/s400/zarva_nyar.jpg"/></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-55055412457660928682023-06-23T04:54:00.000-07:002023-06-23T04:54:40.209-07:00CHANGING<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: small;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: small;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">A few weeks </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">ago,</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> I turned on my computer after several months without touching it</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">,</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">and what I found surprised me.</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">I had completely forgotten how most of my computer screen was full of miscellaneous university documents, things from tax law II </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">practical</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">to a variety of drafts of my final thesis.</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">This reminded me of how less than 9 months ago, </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">i.e.,</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> less than the length of a pregnancy, I was still a student stressing about my last exams at university while spending countless hours searching for information so that I could finish my thesis in time to move to Budapest.</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">I found this very </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">amusing,</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> and it made me think about how life </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">can</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> chang</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">e</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> in such a short</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> period of</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> time and how different I am from that </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">stressed-out</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> Irene at university</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">, th</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;">is is why I would like to reflect a little on this topic in this blog post.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: small;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px; text-align: justify;"> </span></span></div><div class="s3" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: small;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">I never thought my life could change so much in the last few months, but Budapest has done it. It has been many years since I have read as much as I have in the last few months, quite possibly I have read more books in the last month than I have in the last year. </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">Plus,</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;"> my usual group of friends is now made up of people of different ages and nationalities, which has proved to be a humbling slap in the face in many situations.</span></span></div><p class="s3" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: small;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;"><br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: small;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">At the same time, with this variety of people I have learned that there is not only one way to live and understand life, and I have discovered with them new activities that are now my </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">favourites</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">, such as having a picnic in the park on a sunny day (because yes, although it may surprise </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">many of </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">you, it was something I didn't do before coming here), meeting my friends in a house to play board games or watch a movie with wine</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">. </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">I'm even starting to get used to meeting up for coffee in Budapest's many wonderful cafes from time to time, which is another thing I rarely did before as I thought I didn't </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">particularly enjoy it</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">, however, now it's something I love </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">doing with my friends and I even had some of my most amazing conversations there. </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">If someone</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;"> would</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;"> ha</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">ve </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">told me I would change the libraries and exams for doing these things with my friends, I would have laughed and thought that person was crazy</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: small;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: small;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: times;"><span class="s2" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14.4px;">It is really curious how so many things</span><span class="s2" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14.4px;"> can </span><span class="s2" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14.4px;">change in </span><span class="s2" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14.4px;">a few </span><span class="s2" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14.4px;">months, how a new environment can shape your </span><span class="s2" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14.4px;">habits and ideas even when you are not looking for it. A new adventure, like this volunteer project, would change your life in many surprising and unexpected ways, although you might not be looking for it, because you think you are already comfortable and happy with who you are, and it will show you how the world if full of unannounced events and astonishing people. I can´t help but think about how my life would be if I wouldn´t have decided to come here, Would I be reading this much? </span><span class="s2" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14.4px;">Would I have changed this much? </span><span class="s2" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14.4px;">I really cannot tell, but what I know for sure it´s that I love all the grow I am experiencing</span><span class="s2" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14.4px;"> and all the new people that is surrounding me</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;"><span style="font-size: small;">, and I cannot wait to see what else is going to change during my last months in this volunteering project. And I hope I will be able to share it with you</span>. </span></span></div><p class="s3" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="s3" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="s3" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhxb72ptHvfjUinAtIN4KX9ieKLCE63_nyaxTfU4QcNf4juCED9seSwp3zw6VXgXm-G8PiS9BIXw2_XPGJ1cnMbWWChT4aI7l0r94lvXf68yXtnyF267cldnc45OAZ3NbSPUuO0-HaHpxaAfCJNdsj3zRRVcxESUUHurE-fwrTdMOSTWa08Hwt6UpaFY/s4032/CEDF37E6-7088-4AC5-A6C4-7F5DEDB71A86.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhxb72ptHvfjUinAtIN4KX9ieKLCE63_nyaxTfU4QcNf4juCED9seSwp3zw6VXgXm-G8PiS9BIXw2_XPGJ1cnMbWWChT4aI7l0r94lvXf68yXtnyF267cldnc45OAZ3NbSPUuO0-HaHpxaAfCJNdsj3zRRVcxESUUHurE-fwrTdMOSTWa08Hwt6UpaFY/s320/CEDF37E6-7088-4AC5-A6C4-7F5DEDB71A86.jpeg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorY4V9Yw9vonMaxUU3KRAvCAVkxRYneHEVS_-5dSAGaoiPptgLWJKBQxEb59BLhO4vygWCftQ_QPpnWcUPXy31v37biVjuPz6XQVAOsE0jHOwQOV2LLVXAXLJR9GIlYUvvsDMrItmnv3ztZthufcPWBwVEn32HKNPGxk2vt7YDPgFpTYSlDbAYizYxVA/s4032/D8A65DE2-FCBD-4A00-9DAC-505FAF24D1B6.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorY4V9Yw9vonMaxUU3KRAvCAVkxRYneHEVS_-5dSAGaoiPptgLWJKBQxEb59BLhO4vygWCftQ_QPpnWcUPXy31v37biVjuPz6XQVAOsE0jHOwQOV2LLVXAXLJR9GIlYUvvsDMrItmnv3ztZthufcPWBwVEn32HKNPGxk2vt7YDPgFpTYSlDbAYizYxVA/s320/D8A65DE2-FCBD-4A00-9DAC-505FAF24D1B6.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div></span><p></p><p class="s3" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="s3" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;"><span style="font-family: times;">See you in the next post,</span></span></p><p class="s3" style="line-height: 1.8; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 14.4px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Irene </span></span></p><p class="s4" style="line-height: 21.6px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 21.6px;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-40364681920492240692023-06-02T06:29:00.000-07:002023-06-02T06:29:09.770-07:00Tavasz, nyár, Filantrópia<p></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY65JEQnrLsfh46XNcUG-70eGdkhte4VIMpZoq67xWv2nPPLivcQ1mVpOK3NnOSCxZQ9cJkTwqEGQK9_ORlGVBP-wbdD2aO1t-e-UCtPjVmFuiIYTAQr5IdgV8SpsL70xEHdcJsdZvg0V_rPZfB9ObiskIuiGeX0uc1JQH8dH8lcEXvbTOA7pswjPJ/s4032/IMG-4364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="708" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY65JEQnrLsfh46XNcUG-70eGdkhte4VIMpZoq67xWv2nPPLivcQ1mVpOK3NnOSCxZQ9cJkTwqEGQK9_ORlGVBP-wbdD2aO1t-e-UCtPjVmFuiIYTAQr5IdgV8SpsL70xEHdcJsdZvg0V_rPZfB9ObiskIuiGeX0uc1JQH8dH8lcEXvbTOA7pswjPJ/w531-h708/IMG-4364.jpg" width="531" /></a></div><p></p><p> </p><p>Kedves olvasók!</p><p>A nyár megérkeztével a mi szociális életünk is kivirágzott, nem csak a Margit sziget:) Ennek tiszteletéül egy fotó montázzsal készültem nektek, a legkedvesebb emlékeimből! </p><p>Akaratom ellenére két szék között találtam magam, mivel választanom kellett nemrég a szentek közül, pontosabban, hogy melyik a legigazibb és legjobb. Egyik oldalon olasz barátnőnk Marta, Szent Ferenccel, a másikon pedig Irene, Szent Antallal. Nekem túl nehéznek bizonyult a döntés, ezért átadtam a teret az Instagram követőimnek egy szavazás formájában. A helyzet az, hogy soha nem fog kiderülni, ki a legigazibb szent, mert a szavazás eredménye egyenlő lett:)</p><p>Továbbá láthatóak a növénykéim (a képen csupán kettő, de ennél sokkal több van), pillanatok a boltból és barátaink Európa minden sarkából.</p><p>A hónapok teltével kialakult lassan a mindennapi rutinunk a boltban is. Mostmár ismerjük a törzsvásárlókat, megvannak a kedvenc emberkéink is persze:) Már tudjunk nagyjából ki mit keres, amikor bejön hozzánk, kinek mi a stílusa, hogy mennek a mindennapjai, kinek hány gyereke van, stb stb. És persze vannak olyan vásárlóink is, akik gyakran kis kedves gesztusokkal érkeznek be hozzánk, mint például sütemény, gyümölcs vagy csak egy kis ajándék társaságában.</p><p>Szeretettel, Móni<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-22767943621772638032023-03-31T09:47:00.000-07:002023-03-31T09:47:16.058-07:00Women's Day in Spain<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDxBV0Qjvf2Vl8XWfcpE3jktw2PuPRHRAdeSvkknXbhTUw65oPSMoBn0NAdrrojMI5Bco2AO6cW3wE1VSi0XBaKOX4nDbAKKQNVzSqwl1vyWBxULu4I2Of0DnoMNW6q1Bws8T9UGqPrVmf25L6mhyXWrII9XfVLnYRg3-K5mguGV6uAZMvNC0kHa8aA/s1960/1552026101_893268_1552058790_album_normal_recorte1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1304" data-original-width="1960" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDxBV0Qjvf2Vl8XWfcpE3jktw2PuPRHRAdeSvkknXbhTUw65oPSMoBn0NAdrrojMI5Bco2AO6cW3wE1VSi0XBaKOX4nDbAKKQNVzSqwl1vyWBxULu4I2Of0DnoMNW6q1Bws8T9UGqPrVmf25L6mhyXWrII9XfVLnYRg3-K5mguGV6uAZMvNC0kHa8aA/s320/1552026101_893268_1552058790_album_normal_recorte1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> </span></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Forrás: El PAÍS)</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: small; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: small; white-space: pre-wrap;">Taking advantage of the fact that this month was Women's Day, I would like to talk about how women's day it's been lately celebrated in Spain. However, before I begin, I would like to stress that everything expressed in this post is not intended to represent all Spaniards</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: small; white-space: pre-wrap;">opinions and all Spanish culture on this day, but is much more an approximation of how I perceive women's day and the data offered by the various national media.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></div><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Women's day is conceived as a day to celebrate women, where thousands of people receive congratulatory messages. Receiving gifts from men, on the other hand, is a rare practice in Spain, and might even be patronising, as this day is a day to remember the struggle for gender equality. We should not forget that the commemoration of Women's Day milestone came after 129 women died in a fire at the Cotton factory in the USA, after a strike was declared at their workplace due to poor working conditions and the first National Woman's day was designated to honor this protest and all these women. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></div><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Despite the fact that women's day demonstrations have been organized for many years, the way we understand women's day in Spain underwent a drastic change on 8 March 2018. This was due to the fact that on this day there was a record number of participants in the demonstrations, hundreds of thousands of people. The demonstrations spread to more than 120 Spanish cities and the streets were filled with people and banners with messages such as "We are the cries of those who are no longer here" or "You took so much from us that you ended up taking away our fear". </span></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN7shjw73RTmpzgwM9ejN1GSj25-fW82BCPiOpJQgdXs5MFjjqLY3ViLamUx5RM0RnZSFcpVqFbqc44kAzH3cbyIANmCIQJZGKmPaDJcBpDGG7ZS7qTBLkXD7MdskSXoOrmIuowhS6-qlXzbunmLwZ2qWoV9VnYJU0XA6zw1hDhiZ5djyZ2FHI7bAmkA/s980/1552026101_893268_1552051197_album_normal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="980" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN7shjw73RTmpzgwM9ejN1GSj25-fW82BCPiOpJQgdXs5MFjjqLY3ViLamUx5RM0RnZSFcpVqFbqc44kAzH3cbyIANmCIQJZGKmPaDJcBpDGG7ZS7qTBLkXD7MdskSXoOrmIuowhS6-qlXzbunmLwZ2qWoV9VnYJU0XA6zw1hDhiZ5djyZ2FHI7bAmkA/s320/1552026101_893268_1552051197_album_normal.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-small; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Forrás: El País)</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This was a turning point, as it highlighted women's widespread anger at gender inequality, increased social awareness of women's rights, and the institutional need to take further steps to achieve formal and material gender equality. Women openly stated that they were not willing to accept their socially imposed roles, Spanish women were angry and willing to fight. I remember going to the demonstration in my hometown with my friends, I remember singing and shouting along with thousands of other women, I remember how, because of the number of people, I could not see the end or the beginning of the demonstration, and I especially remember feeling powerful and empowered by all the people around me who shared my rage at inequality and injustice.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></div><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Demonstrations have continued to be the focal point of women's day in Spain. It is a day to remember that only 8.8% of the largest companies in Spain were headed by women in 2022, that there is still wage parity, that women suffer from higher expectations and burdens at home, and, consequently, it is more common for women to be the ones to give up their careers for housework, how women are often only remembered in the artistic fields when it is feared that the "quota of women" will not be met and that the misogyny of the field will be palpable, among other consequences from this disparity. Although in the last decades much progress has been made in terms of equality between men and women, especially in formal equality, there is still much to fight for, as equality between the sexes is not a reality today.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></div><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I would like to end with a famous quote by Simone de Beauvoir: "Never forget that a political, economic or religious crisis will be enough to cast doubt on women's rights, These rights will never be vested. You will have to stay vigilant throughout your life".</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-77540837779701280012023-03-08T08:21:00.000-08:002023-03-08T08:21:28.368-08:00<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="HU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: HU;">Hol volt, hol nem volt, egy lány, aki úgy döntött elkezd
élni<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="HU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: HU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="HU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: HU;">Kedves olvasó,
remélem te is örülsz a tavaszias időjárásnak, nem csak mi</span><span lang="HU" style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: HU; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span lang="HU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: HU;"> Ez a huzamos idejű borús idő kezdett túl depresszív
lenni már számunkra. Remélem mindenki kiélvezi és kiszalad egy picit a
természetbe, akár egy néhány perces sétára egy parkba vagy, csak a hátsókertbe
vagy egy napsütötte teraszon egy kedves kávé és néhány csodálatos ember
társasága is elképesztő hatással lehet ránk.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="HU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: HU;">Nagyon gyakran észre
sem vesszük, mennyire gyorsan repül az idő. Én ma ébredtem rá, hogy lassan fél
éve, hogy Budapesten halmozom a csodálatosabbnál csodálatosabb barátságokat,
emlékeket a kis tarisznyámba, amivel útnak indultam szeptemberben, mint a
szegény legény a népmesékben. Nem csak az idő múlására nem eszmélünk rá, arra
sem, mennyire megváltozunk egy-egy esemény hatására. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="HU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: HU;">Személyesen
rengeteget szenvedtem az önbizalom hiányom miatt. Rettegtem közönség előtt
beszélni, vagy akár beszélgetésbe elegyedni egy idegen emberrel, nem is
beszélve a segítségkérésről. A napokban ráébredtem, hogy ez a félelem eltűnt az
életemből. Megtanultam kérdezni. A múltban rengeteg időt képes voltam eltölteni
egy üzletben egy adott tárgyat keresve, mert féltem odamenni egy dolgozóhoz és
megkérdezni, hogy mégis hol találom meg, amit keresek. Féltem, hogy butának
fogok tűnni. Ráébredtem, hogy senki nem néz butának, csupán egy kérdés miatt,
mert nem létezik rossz kérdés. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="HU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: HU;">Első komolyabb
fellépésem közönség előtt (a prezentációkat leszámítva a liciből)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>az adományboltban történt a Hajóláda-műhely
alkalmával. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Megtartottam életem első
workshopját! Zonikból kiscicákat készítettünk</span><span lang="HU" style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: HU; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span lang="HU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: HU;"> Óriási mérföldkövet léptem meg ezáltal. El sem tudom
mondani, mennyire büszke voltam magamra a nap végén! Óriásit dobott az
önbizalmamon. Elkezdtem belevágni hasonló tevékenységekbe, feszegetve a
határaimat, mert a félelmem fokozatosan kezdett alább hagyni minden kis apró
sikerem után.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="HU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: HU;">Most itt állok,
magabiztosan az önkéntes kalandom közepén vicces vagy akár tanulságos élményekkel,
mert úgy döntöttem leküzdöm a félelmeimet.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="HU" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: HU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4_W6rVgvx5xwyf3Fj_w4AfCsTGGP0uZxSmXLp3frYzccSoej6RSylI1Zjf-LIT6qvEAhBscJGNVmYAfQA7FK5dpaxXoabxFeSSN4xfs9wgDsRZqO9E-UU3AqB2D1fNORsMYS5xV8TeQ3sMEn65cjaBt1rfutsVfgGO0_k9i45sQJTzJfQ_8Uczk2d" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="337" data-original-width="449" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4_W6rVgvx5xwyf3Fj_w4AfCsTGGP0uZxSmXLp3frYzccSoej6RSylI1Zjf-LIT6qvEAhBscJGNVmYAfQA7FK5dpaxXoabxFeSSN4xfs9wgDsRZqO9E-UU3AqB2D1fNORsMYS5xV8TeQ3sMEn65cjaBt1rfutsVfgGO0_k9i45sQJTzJfQ_8Uczk2d" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-35360330662362672302023-02-08T03:55:00.000-08:002023-02-08T03:55:20.083-08:00NEW BEGINNINGS<p style="text-align: justify;"><br />Hello, my name is Irene, and I am one of the "new" volunteers in the Philanthropy Charity Shop. Some months ago, I was still doing the last exam of my degree and trying to finish a final dissertation that seemed to have no end. In between all these last nerves and stress, I was trying to figure out what I would do next year knowing clearly that I wanted to do something that could help other people and that had a social purpose. And that's how I found this beautiful opportunity in this very special shop.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br />After a fantastic initial interview, I knew that this was the place where I wanted to spend a year, where I would learn, grow and help, however, upon arrival everything exceeded my expectations. When I arrived, I met the people who would become, not only my flatmates, but also fantastic friends with whom I could share dramas, go out partying, laugh and above all always find love and support. To be completely honest, I never thought that in such a short period of time, I would be able to connect so well with two people, loving their presence and lamenting their absence, and although Núria left to embark on her new adventure, she remains a great and loving friend to this day. Moreover, over the months, other beautiful people came into my life, and I learned that friendships have nothing to do with age.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br />But not only did I meet great flatmates, the shop also turned out to be a great and pleasant surprise. Here I am, meeting people with stories as varied as the products in our shop, with whom I love to talk and get to know their backgrounds. I am also learning how, even the smallest gestures, can mean great joy for some people, and how we are really doing great social work that helps many people. It makes me feel very happy to see how my work can have a very positive effect on everyone's lives. In addition, it allows me to acquire new skills and learn a lot in fields I am interested in.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Besides, my work is always easier with my colleagues and Zsuzsa, with whom, besides working hard, we share a lot of laughs, our problems, and the craziest situations. With them, everything always appears so much easier, and my hardest days don't seem so bad. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">If someone had told me months ago, when I was suffering in front of a Tax Law II book, that I would find so much happiness and love in Budapest, I honestly would have laughed, because it would have seemed impossible. But after a few months of living here, I can say that this is the best decision I have made in years, and that this experience will undoubtedly change my life. I can't wait to continue enjoying the life I have in Budapest.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJ3l3Ij17y4jphm4OmqnShzFlICHP5QJ9S5Qif7pENJHiDHrfjznL51b8tI0MTAVK1Gm4BDKD0XB0My_UXs5Xo6nbt4z0j4IHbWl65VyoRhEpSpq-eZx4IcrvN6MtBbpzAe_T8DJUtH4yp5piAeoLy12hgu1APIWrI7cJoWEL3SICqAShQnY_6hzU/s4032/IMG-5720.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJ3l3Ij17y4jphm4OmqnShzFlICHP5QJ9S5Qif7pENJHiDHrfjznL51b8tI0MTAVK1Gm4BDKD0XB0My_UXs5Xo6nbt4z0j4IHbWl65VyoRhEpSpq-eZx4IcrvN6MtBbpzAe_T8DJUtH4yp5piAeoLy12hgu1APIWrI7cJoWEL3SICqAShQnY_6hzU/s320/IMG-5720.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">My first walk in Budapest</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVd7byqq4zfR68GW4oT13tYkfbMdZeBDmSDYfyljYYBn877lJxireLOyOXy9WUqOtPeYSkF0nPmtL9EKENEndbqzUzv5R8yh8ikiTDCpUe3fSE0whkcbsK5XYwZ7pVCRNEb3fgS8ZDZEX9GXEizQwLVOfLlJxSgdD4G8qkBZp3UY8JR99VJQadLdw/s3500/IMG-6149.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2406" data-original-width="3500" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVd7byqq4zfR68GW4oT13tYkfbMdZeBDmSDYfyljYYBn877lJxireLOyOXy9WUqOtPeYSkF0nPmtL9EKENEndbqzUzv5R8yh8ikiTDCpUe3fSE0whkcbsK5XYwZ7pVCRNEb3fgS8ZDZEX9GXEizQwLVOfLlJxSgdD4G8qkBZp3UY8JR99VJQadLdw/w320-h221/IMG-6149.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> My first day with the girls</span><br /></div><div><p></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-20159211840986792832022-12-05T04:42:00.001-08:002022-12-05T04:43:22.093-08:00Kalandozásaim Filantrópia szigetén<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: left;">
</p><p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><br /></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="hu-HU">Sziasztok,
Mónika vagyok, Erdélyből. Több évvel ezelőtt elhatároztam
már, hogy egy évemet önkéntességre szeretném szentelni, mivel
hozzátennék valamit a közjóhoz, meg egyben tapasztalatokat is
gyűjtenék. Érettségi után meg is kaptam a lehetőséget erre és
így kerültem a Filantrópia kis szigetére, az adományboltba.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="hu-HU">Vegyes
érzelmekkel (őszintén nagyon féltem) vágtam bele az új
kalandomba. Az első napon rájöttem, hogy semmi okom nem volt
félni, mert egy csodálatos pozitív- és energiabomba önkéntes
társ mellett kötöttem ki. Ő lenne Núria. A családomtól távol
több száz km-re ő töltötte be számomra a testvér és egyben az
anyuka szerepet is. Nagyon sokat tanultam tőle a néhány hét
alatt, amit együtt töltöttünk. Rájöttem, hogy az életet élni
és élvezni kell, nem végig küzdeni. Minden nap felfedezek valami
újat amiért aznap épp hálás és boldog lehetek. Nem sokkal
később csatlakozott a kiscsaládunkhoz Irene is, aki egy igazi
mókamester. Így éltük tovább napjainkat hárman egy idegen
városban, új élményeket és emlékeket gyűjtve. Ó, meg persze
megszerettem a reggaeton-t, de hát ez nem egy nehéz feladat, ha az
ember lánya spanyolokkal él együtt.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="hu-HU">Sajnos
Núria-tól búcsút kellett vennünk néhány hét után, mivel
lejárt az egy éve. Dugiban, a szobámban megsirattam a távozását,
viszont előtte ezt titkoltam, hogy ne könnyes legyen a búcsú,
hanem mosolygós perceink legyenek az utolsóak itt együtt.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="hu-HU">Itt,
Budapesten tanultam meg mit jelent szívből segíteni valakin, aki
tényleg rászorul erre. Megtanultam értékelni a családommal
töltött néhány perces telefonbeszélgetéseket. Megtanultam
főzni. Megtanultam hogyan kell kiismerni egy mosógépet, mert ezek
a szerkezetek nagyon gyakran kifognak rajtam. Megtanultam
beilleszkedni új környezetekbe és társaságokba. Megtanultam
jobban angolul és folyamatban van, de tanulok spanyolul</span></span><span style="font-family: Wingdings, serif;"><span lang="hu-HU"></span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="hu-HU">Hálával
tartozom mindenkinek, aki körülvesz engem és segít mindenben,
legfőképpen Zsuzsának, aki szerintem titokban boszorkány, mert
mindig igaza lesz, hiába nem hiszünk neki a dolgok elején.</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="hu-HU"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="hu-HU"><br /></span></span></p>
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délelőtt (a képen épp csak Núria-val)</span></p><p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; text-align: left;"><br /></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; text-align: left;"><br /></span></p>
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budapesti kiscsaládom (Beci, én, Zsuzsa, Núria, Irene)</span></p><p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></p>
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Irene-vel az Ikeán innen és túl</span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="hu-HU"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="hu-HU"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="hu-HU"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOJwXs_nww_ST1Kx1RxIbcsRwJig14wbc0IJKeMiBXUsBEZINW0X1JDqqCiBSWm1dyTb99V1OtQVCs9Ox9tLeNWGcK7rbPy-tz-dyoQcbvjm3KxTpKMBDO487FWFlDZFsoGk9gBmRRm4RSVtkeoCtxlvrEHcC1N2ENOfrNVzYfcTl2OTjpjw88-Lzlg/s1000/317153214_1147450179227048_7850907626593214635_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOJwXs_nww_ST1Kx1RxIbcsRwJig14wbc0IJKeMiBXUsBEZINW0X1JDqqCiBSWm1dyTb99V1OtQVCs9Ox9tLeNWGcK7rbPy-tz-dyoQcbvjm3KxTpKMBDO487FWFlDZFsoGk9gBmRRm4RSVtkeoCtxlvrEHcC1N2ENOfrNVzYfcTl2OTjpjw88-Lzlg/s320/317153214_1147450179227048_7850907626593214635_n.jpg" width="240" /></a><br /></span></span></div><p></p>
<p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; text-align: left;">Séta
a Margit szigeten Núriával</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><style type="text/css">p { margin-bottom: 0.25cm; direction: ltr; line-height: 115%; text-align: left; orphans: 2; widows: 2; background: transparent }</style></p>Both Bernadetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02053807209455385026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-61853160017425592492022-10-13T07:36:00.004-07:002022-10-13T07:36:46.273-07:00It's not a goodbye yet<p style="text-align: justify;">This experience is coming to an end and I can only be grateful. What an amazing group of people I have met, each one with their own culture, language, customs, political ideas... sometimes we feel unique, special... and we are. But when you share differences and similarities with other people, you realise that in the end we all have the same values in common: family, love, friendships, work. Then everyone has their hobbies... traveling, meeting people, Netflix, reading...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">How many interesting people there are in the world and how difficult it is to get out of your comfort zone to reach them. It's also increasingly difficult to find someone interesting, as many of them look alike and are no longer special. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Time is money, so there is no need to share it with people we don't feel like sharing it with. But I have been lucky in this volunteering, as I have met wonderful people who have taught me so much and I hope I have taught something too. I am not formally saying goodbye yet, as this is not my last blog, but inwardly I am beginning to do so. I am living things more intensely, I know there is a limit, there is a day when I will take the flight and say goodbye to Budapest. Maybe it's not forever and I'll come back for a new job, maybe I'll come back to visit (visiting of course, it's not a maybe), who knows? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Three years ago I was living in Prague as an Erasmus student, and I thought I had learned how to say goodbye to a city. But I'm discovering that you never learn how to manage goodbyes. You don't say goodbye to the city, you say goodbye to the experiences, to your favourite bar, to the guests who came to visit you... but above all you say goodbye to the people who made your everyday life wonderful. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I would recommend volunteering to anyone, I would recommend it to anyone who can spend a year abroad, it fills you with a magic that cannot be explained. You connect with yourself, you discover things about yourself that you didn't know, you forge friendships in a language that is not your own language. And the more you travel, the more people you meet, the more you discover about yourself, the more you realise how much you still have to learn.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">So I can only say that I feel gratitude for everything I have learned this year personally and for everything I have learned from the people around me. It has been a great opportunity to meet you.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0XeoI3b7bReZM02lGvhdbjznXaycFCY4L7JygewildfMGYei3tKuioPQkHU08nm9DlaEeZAImDOwxO-wun03Uym7YjgXAe1UWt9q494nWEQeyi_OIljr0AgBWnKqXNfQMgGRpn--2hiaT2qDkGlt9qkqS3cHDVRpzS7aWgSmh0Qqc7yO2CAXe4-wrA/s2046/image_6487327%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2046" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0XeoI3b7bReZM02lGvhdbjznXaycFCY4L7JygewildfMGYei3tKuioPQkHU08nm9DlaEeZAImDOwxO-wun03Uym7YjgXAe1UWt9q494nWEQeyi_OIljr0AgBWnKqXNfQMgGRpn--2hiaT2qDkGlt9qkqS3cHDVRpzS7aWgSmh0Qqc7yO2CAXe4-wrA/s320/image_6487327%20(2).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">New volunteer, new workmate, new flatmate! Móni</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvHWVeq7SM5yOaXWS_vPtlqr5q1a0_WXWrSrnUQ_j1svWutCdli-XLwKGUKKAzQCAQB9feFv09888wPhT11xoTKYi1Bqch7T7lKuy2cWTQOGBu-4Sdws27qJAglPb2a2g95PbZIWCwJpkD6dCG0rktCxih8pkeY-nMQQul7rXxXoDSRMZzK4ZaINZsjA/s2048/image_6487327%20(3).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvHWVeq7SM5yOaXWS_vPtlqr5q1a0_WXWrSrnUQ_j1svWutCdli-XLwKGUKKAzQCAQB9feFv09888wPhT11xoTKYi1Bqch7T7lKuy2cWTQOGBu-4Sdws27qJAglPb2a2g95PbZIWCwJpkD6dCG0rktCxih8pkeY-nMQQul7rXxXoDSRMZzK4ZaINZsjA/s320/image_6487327%20(3).JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At Zsuzsa's parents place making Zakuszka. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was an incredible family Sunday :) </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Anf-bvI5z_1URnH0FM6e7TgqbFg948RACfrSPu4ipdJyNv5E4-IUKJ4u4b-1a2Iu0iNtrdpG-ii0lyZxVfvAT8U5_61ZlgOyVCKBv-I2aZiDLtme3iCD5ZfzIqjcEDHd-fMfw5tuWCC81h8wLc8GASf_G88LPMj6BXWoH7Cqpn8dU_qtHrgk8Maf9g/s4032/image_67171841.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Anf-bvI5z_1URnH0FM6e7TgqbFg948RACfrSPu4ipdJyNv5E4-IUKJ4u4b-1a2Iu0iNtrdpG-ii0lyZxVfvAT8U5_61ZlgOyVCKBv-I2aZiDLtme3iCD5ZfzIqjcEDHd-fMfw5tuWCC81h8wLc8GASf_G88LPMj6BXWoH7Cqpn8dU_qtHrgk8Maf9g/s320/image_67171841.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">An amazing sunset as always</div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>NÚRIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15681587982481546193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-12845642403007039142022-09-21T02:11:00.000-07:002022-09-21T02:11:00.022-07:00Puszi Puszi Budapest<p>I put the laptop on my
thights: luckily the bus is not completly full this time so I can
strech my legs. I am coming home!! I feel a lot of <b>different
emotions</b>.</p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I am <b>excited </b>because
I am coming back home to my family and friends that I have missed
more than I ever admitted. And I am happy to engage myself with new
projects: I still don't know them exactly but it is ok. Some years
ago I decided that I don't want to be anxious about my future.
Everytime I wasn't looking for something, new and adventurous opportunities were there waiting for me! This happened with this
project too. One day of July last year I received an e-mail from
Sara, inviting me to read more information about the project, and to
contact her if I was interested. This is how this crazy, thrilling,
inspiring journey started. In September I left home with some doubts,
but now I know I made the right choice.<br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">And about new possibilities that finds you when you are not searching for them: in August I read
about a course about sustainability in fashion and I applied! They
selected me and I will start in November with other 32 classmates. I
am sure this is the path I want to walk.<br /></span><span style="text-align: left;">I am looking for a job
for the next months but, at the same time I want to save some time
for me: for reading, having small walks and for friends and family.</span></div><p></p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I am <b>deeply sad</b>
for everything I am leaving behind: an amazing city, a rewarding job
and a lot of special people. Only now that I left Budapest I can
shape my thoughts and I would like to thank my fellow coworkers for the adventure. I
am sorry if I am late, but last days in Budapest were surreal!<br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">So thanks</span><i style="text-align: left;"> Zsuzsa </i><span style="text-align: left;">for
trusting and for stimulating me. Thank you for being coherent and
fierce and proud about that corner of hope and utopia that the shop
is: you are an example of perseverance to me.<br /></span><span style="text-align: left;">Thank you</span><i style="text-align: left;"> Beci </i><span style="text-align: left;">because
you showed me what being commited to a project looks like. Thank you
for showing me what it means to be a good person, with no prejudice
towards anyone. Thank you for your (always conforting) words and thank
you for always being availabe to listen.<br /></span><span style="text-align: left;">Thank you </span><i style="text-align: left;">Núria</i><span style="text-align: left;">
for being an amazing workmate and flatmate, for being understanding
and fuc*ing funny! Thank you for including me and for sharing your
friends, your space and your incurable optimism. You were like
sunshine and I will truly miss you.</span></div><p></p><p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDnulIN3ZPQZa6lZJIq0OgsEz-73m2R-DVU4sOGkwUfC6GQmT_oyzJyaHtx6zmaF-oSU1D2vpSw8CQk1498IOL95A2HLW7cVAOoLL_3o0ZKoo6-bfW-UYcga-EBO5czluM6lYmW8FoqHgt507NyHtb2vrkM2dGRshQ3-wPPCFgpMQP3rODYQ0Vmubx/s1440/3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDnulIN3ZPQZa6lZJIq0OgsEz-73m2R-DVU4sOGkwUfC6GQmT_oyzJyaHtx6zmaF-oSU1D2vpSw8CQk1498IOL95A2HLW7cVAOoLL_3o0ZKoo6-bfW-UYcga-EBO5czluM6lYmW8FoqHgt507NyHtb2vrkM2dGRshQ3-wPPCFgpMQP3rODYQ0Vmubx/w286-h215/3.jpg" width="286" /></a><br />(Us solving the mystery of Egypt)</div><p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>
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<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I am <b>gratefull</b> for
the opportunity that was given to me and I am <b>curious</b> about this
new part of my life that is coming.<br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">When I finished high
school, I went to Scotland with a friend: we decided to explore the
island with only one tent, two backpacks and our feets. One day we
met some italians on a ferry and one of them told me about Tiziano
Terzani. He was a reporter and a writer and now, 5 years later, he is
a big reference point in my life. I read almost all his books and the
most inspiring phrase I read was: "</span><i style="text-align: left;">The
best thing that a young can do is to come up with a job that suits
his talents, his aspirations and his joy</i><span style="text-align: left;">".<br /></span><span style="text-align: left;">So, here I am, trying to
come up with a job that suits me, and that will allow me to live my
life exactly how I want to. This is a job that doesn't exists now, but
I will put all of me to create it!</span></div><p></p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="text-align: left;">To whoever is reading
this blog post: good luck. And remember: "</span><b style="text-align: left;">prayers won't help,
second hand will</b><span style="text-align: left;">", so go and shop in Filantrópia even if I
won't be there anymore!!</span></p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Eleonora :)</p>Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01932217323456371463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-63299121148731892042022-08-01T05:39:00.001-07:002022-08-01T05:39:30.568-07:00Searching for balance<p style="text-align: justify;">More than one year ago, while I was
studying for the IELTS certification I stumbled upon an article where
the different phases that every expacts live abroad were explained. I
clearly remember the pattern of the curve: euphoria – shock –
adaptation.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnU1FbxVOjuujBCIHVaFm3QFwiw3ErYG5_pTydPRJfaccG3eSYUktebJ4m_T4xT-J3b6hLmKqXS8LtTXFaOdeB_wDP8N_TMOq_CgyQuC1-7zRBNLjlUvZkc8OtsUKwfjryJGIvmn558NQZdZMb3xN21m3SdVobrPzv-CR4bB64Z6QHLcKdQnbtvkS/s487/1.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="487" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnU1FbxVOjuujBCIHVaFm3QFwiw3ErYG5_pTydPRJfaccG3eSYUktebJ4m_T4xT-J3b6hLmKqXS8LtTXFaOdeB_wDP8N_TMOq_CgyQuC1-7zRBNLjlUvZkc8OtsUKwfjryJGIvmn558NQZdZMb3xN21m3SdVobrPzv-CR4bB64Z6QHLcKdQnbtvkS/w423-h231/1.gif" width="423" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Photo from: https://ebrary.net/21444/management/international_assignments</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">We talked about this also during my second training:
after only four or five months almost everyone felt like they
overcome the first phase (the "honeymoon phase") and they
were facing a different, unfamiliar culture. I had a very long
honeymoon phase instead, and for the first six, seven months I lived
in a bubble made of wonder, changes, inputs. I felt like I was an
alien compared to almost everyone else in that room with me. I am
sure this phase was so long because I felt completely at ease with my
flatmates, that became my friends and important points of reference.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Then spring came, and a lots of
thoughts too. After a lethargic and cold winter, flowers started to
bloom and so my will to do things, see places, have a nice walk to
see the sunset, drink something after work. And yet, there was always
a "but...". I felt an unwillingness to do that often
forced me to just go home to stay in bed. Additionally, I had a lot of
thoughts about my future, about missing my loved ones, about still
feeling after all those months to live in a country which is not my
home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In retrospect, I say that it was exactly in March that a new
phase started for me here in Budapest.</div>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;">I had a lot of nice experiences anyway.
I travelled around Hungary (Szeged and Sopron added to my visited
cities list) and abroad (Vienna and Italy), but the homesickness was
very strong.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The nearer June came, the stronger was the happiness
for Sara's new life but also the disorientation because since the
very first day she was "our mama". I knew that after her
departure nothing would be the same again. Her farewell was
unforgettable: three days of party and memories and laughs and tears.
I cannot explain with words how her presence enriched my experience
here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, after a couple of weeks I finally accepted her
departure, and that is maybe why I can leave behind the "shock
phase".</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am finally accepting what being here means: being
far from my old grandmas, from my friends, from my love who is 850 km
far from me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCOJhztYN0YJ-Mw6WkEH_siCrzfi8NcTSp5cNIpj7W-IWwP_OYwjDR-yXu8Jf8cUrwPgj9tAmEIIlTspEOfHkuVmXt1uCQ1wDZgRCC95So62mUyAzg0M8VQjxDm0V9YuIB-xgv-rsfvF2LAhE1GLuA4u6rvV8gJwhi2HmOBOJp5-DPuxMDbRRO7yu/s1024/11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="696" data-original-width="1024" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCOJhztYN0YJ-Mw6WkEH_siCrzfi8NcTSp5cNIpj7W-IWwP_OYwjDR-yXu8Jf8cUrwPgj9tAmEIIlTspEOfHkuVmXt1uCQ1wDZgRCC95So62mUyAzg0M8VQjxDm0V9YuIB-xgv-rsfvF2LAhE1GLuA4u6rvV8gJwhi2HmOBOJp5-DPuxMDbRRO7yu/w335-h228/11.jpg" width="335" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo from the farewell💗</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">One
of the things we did in these months is the <i>Adomá</i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>nyboltok
éjszak</i></span><i>ája</i>, a night that involved a lot of charity
shops from Budapest and the rest of Hungary. Every shop had its own
program till midnight, with workshop, activities, discount for the
costumers. This year's theme was "HELP". It was very
interesting to think about the question "how do I help?"
and to be honest to answer the question was very difficult for me. I
almost felt ashamed because nothing was coming to my mind. Then I had
an idea, that encloses everything I learned here in the shop. I like
the idea to help others by buying from small brands, innovative
brands made by young people that believe in a possible change (in
fashion as in every other area). I like to think that my purchases
can help young people with an idea, to take it forward. That my
purchases can help artisanship not to die. That I can spread the love
for beautiful stuff made by hand, slowly, with love and passion in a
world every day faster and uglier.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpC7suQjBJGB_XkcEUuzJgLblLP5WSkJss5xcCkTSTmnxrTA180NkFf-uD0z-kuYfV1YitUFCPISGr2vjrmSoJsgo7A9vFpQ3LeQHTyBqIIx7R63u2gb4e4WkI0odNoR6G4r3iQOWonfGIPGVzN1RgvYP1UgEvg0i8KjVz6vvWFZQxW6Gfda1Mud8/s866/1111.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="650" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpC7suQjBJGB_XkcEUuzJgLblLP5WSkJss5xcCkTSTmnxrTA180NkFf-uD0z-kuYfV1YitUFCPISGr2vjrmSoJsgo7A9vFpQ3LeQHTyBqIIx7R63u2gb4e4WkI0odNoR6G4r3iQOWonfGIPGVzN1RgvYP1UgEvg0i8KjVz6vvWFZQxW6Gfda1Mud8/s320/1111.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>The wheel of fortune we made fot the event</i></div><br /><p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Another
good news we (as NGO) received is that we will take part on the
Sziget festival in August. During the day we will do workshops and in
the night we can enjoy concerts. A very close friend of mine will
visit me in those days so I am super enthusiast and I am really
looking forward to this new experience!</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">Summer
finally came and I really want to go on holiday and enjoy the
weather. This weekend I went to Pannonhalma Archabbey, because
lavander is blooming and it was possible to pick it. Nature is so
moving! In the botanical garden, in that landscape so similar to
Tuscany I felt so peacefull, as I wasn't since a long time. In the
next months I will go to Italy: to my hometown, in Bologna where my
boyfriend is living and in Sardinia, where we will spend some days of
relax.</span></p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I would have liked to go to the Balaton lake but the prices
were very high so I bookeda place for one night in Miskolc. From there I
will visit Lillafüred and Miskoltapolca. I hope wherever I will be,
a new balance will join me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5ibFdSkshJ6cRrV4B2Nlu84nESGGEPeERMIFJlbjuhbbTyaq07BWu9x_QCg4WpNzgWThheUbUPyziU78W3jEtndmMekNHS1c0llKQtvKyQrJNa2wZJXDpaZyRXYtWXpMasXrK0Zt-ijNW8NhSqBYtfYshPkLUAujRNDuaFoV-lnEhuCrlzJTcpl-/s866/1111111.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="650" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5ibFdSkshJ6cRrV4B2Nlu84nESGGEPeERMIFJlbjuhbbTyaq07BWu9x_QCg4WpNzgWThheUbUPyziU78W3jEtndmMekNHS1c0llKQtvKyQrJNa2wZJXDpaZyRXYtWXpMasXrK0Zt-ijNW8NhSqBYtfYshPkLUAujRNDuaFoV-lnEhuCrlzJTcpl-/s320/1111111.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Wiew from Pannonhalma Archabbey</i></div></div></span><p></p>
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</p>Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01932217323456371463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-40928528064734345652022-06-19T04:21:00.004-07:002022-06-27T05:33:51.031-07:00Friends<p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">It's already been six months that I am here in Budapest and it seems like at least one year. It's incredible how time flies and we are not even aware of it. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I came in November and every experience abroad is difficult to deal with. When your experience is starting, you are full of energy and ready to live through the next chapter of your life. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Last week our friend and workmate left because it's her time to change the chapter. We were living together, working together and hanging out together. So, I would like to tell you about Sara. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">When I came to Budapest, Sara was waiting for me in front of our home, she carried my luggage (27kg) and she had prepared my first lunch here. Sara, Harry and me were eating tomatoes and cheese. (Yes, they love cheese. There is no meal without it and it was just my beginning in the cheese fantasy).</p><p style="text-align: justify;">As I was telling you before, going abroad alone can be hard in the beginning because you don't know anything about it and you don't know anyone to share your experience with. But then, Sara introduced me to all of her friends here, she was always organising parties and making plans, she was always working very hard and taking care of everyone. Sara is an easy going person, caring, friendly, confident, generous, clever and an amazing cook. I would like to be Italian to know how to cook once a week: home-made pizza, pasta and risotto. (I made a lot of mistakes, for example I cooked pasta one day and I ate it the next day hihihihi).</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Sara wasn't just organising activities for everyone, she was really good at planning too. Once, she organised a quiz night at home... full of people, full of questions, full of cheese (do you have doubts about a party without cheese?). She organised barbecues, capuccino time (we love coffee too) and luggages. Yes, I've written luggages. Already three rounds of clothes went to Italy. (Yes, three weren't enough, she has to come back to pick the fourth round up, lucky us hihiiii).</p><p style="text-align: justify;">As I told you too, Sara, during our last night in Morrison's... (finally): Sara is an amazing workmate, she knows how to teach you, how to say if you are doing something wrong and she's able to spread her energy and positive vibes. Sara is also a very good friend, she listens to your worries and she gives you really good advice. She would never judge you. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">To sum up, it's very important to know how to enjoy life. In other words, all of us have worries, responsibilities and goals although everything takes time. So, on the path to reach those goals, I would say that we have to learn how to appreciate the people that are surrounding us, enjoy our daily activities and never we have to get stuck, we always need a change in whichever field. And that is what Sara is always doing. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I am very lucky to have met you! See you soon apañada! :)</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">PS: In spanish, apañada means someone who always finds a solution for everything. And that's why Sara is apañada apañada. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCBelp2KNPDnFj9mLUjPA2EwQYyEaKEAQ0_gQuLl2bw59C129hLw5vzZuOdauSmY0BhRkx8e57aNetFoObL7ZKGQigrR6fix3U1aM-Oq4YiUfke5ZeEV853VdMHnTq4R8fde2RVX9EHTzEn9xVSjpvijNdD2U1N4X4tTjr6hRZJh-NVaWrgh8fHUcPw/s2048/7adaebbf-022a-4af4-9fa4-6f5c95d6fa21.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCBelp2KNPDnFj9mLUjPA2EwQYyEaKEAQ0_gQuLl2bw59C129hLw5vzZuOdauSmY0BhRkx8e57aNetFoObL7ZKGQigrR6fix3U1aM-Oq4YiUfke5ZeEV853VdMHnTq4R8fde2RVX9EHTzEn9xVSjpvijNdD2U1N4X4tTjr6hRZJh-NVaWrgh8fHUcPw/s320/7adaebbf-022a-4af4-9fa4-6f5c95d6fa21.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At the Carnival Party. Zsuzsa, Eleonora, me and Sara</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5djtqD0Bd_909FO_DRhLdH03dl_eJ7Gcqz8NlJdQHlY0f8yrwJTVQhZ58ugbmtRA1Zn-mwQSDem4KXuP3gHGfjQRxv366LZ2aLO8LqZaG5u3eYy1iT4oFlPhWXMx4GN3c1SpVf7DgI5omDF8sUgP1UJVlygK7OuEdskWExFvP3uhRP2mRwkty4LLlQ/s1600/9018a8ce-297d-4024-ba96-d12189b768d6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5djtqD0Bd_909FO_DRhLdH03dl_eJ7Gcqz8NlJdQHlY0f8yrwJTVQhZ58ugbmtRA1Zn-mwQSDem4KXuP3gHGfjQRxv366LZ2aLO8LqZaG5u3eYy1iT4oFlPhWXMx4GN3c1SpVf7DgI5omDF8sUgP1UJVlygK7OuEdskWExFvP3uhRP2mRwkty4LLlQ/s320/9018a8ce-297d-4024-ba96-d12189b768d6.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span> </span>At Sara's birthday. Me, Eleonora and Sara. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1vlpQMJJFEDkxe6nHkCSYgA92itjLCuH6qKa0FrAyy5dz1rq50RsiJOMxRlG9DthreRVkRwB8rsRHJvUNRjvc02rr1U5ZVStEN4utDSc9BtVPlHCudAuImTNIACg5gnyl0EudonKPejk3y8fP-3N58q4gLPTgKlSbl6coSqIVtGkb69Ur-SZIcULdw/s1600/8710854e-8d9f-4a32-a626-7f254710dc50.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1202" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1vlpQMJJFEDkxe6nHkCSYgA92itjLCuH6qKa0FrAyy5dz1rq50RsiJOMxRlG9DthreRVkRwB8rsRHJvUNRjvc02rr1U5ZVStEN4utDSc9BtVPlHCudAuImTNIACg5gnyl0EudonKPejk3y8fP-3N58q4gLPTgKlSbl6coSqIVtGkb69Ur-SZIcULdw/s320/8710854e-8d9f-4a32-a626-7f254710dc50.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last day of Sara. Me, Eleonora, Becci, Zsuzsa and Sara. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>NÚRIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15681587982481546193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-39483910476067056962022-05-12T04:28:00.000-07:002022-05-12T04:28:00.243-07:00BEING AWARE<p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I would like to start my post by being grateful for everything that surrounds me. The opportunity to live abroad, volunteering and meeting people from different countries is making me grow every day positively. In fact, I consider myself really happy and lucky because after six months I can truly say that I am settled down in this city. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVVdhqLlWaZbrJynJ9iB-PWMVJNpwiC6gQt5hembYddMH19m4-Xwe83qZozepUIvKq57ZNXmO9Piwl2o-N3MaBewm_uT8wI4Cj8g1hodIsn7Dewiutebx7gjBXhEfvboI4GdoHa0T0SStAEuub3P2CpYib--aUA5tYa7ToinHDdCLE66tFj27nMnxy3A/s1440/image_6483441.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVVdhqLlWaZbrJynJ9iB-PWMVJNpwiC6gQt5hembYddMH19m4-Xwe83qZozepUIvKq57ZNXmO9Piwl2o-N3MaBewm_uT8wI4Cj8g1hodIsn7Dewiutebx7gjBXhEfvboI4GdoHa0T0SStAEuub3P2CpYib--aUA5tYa7ToinHDdCLE66tFj27nMnxy3A/w236-h236/image_6483441.JPG" width="236" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Szimpla Kert</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7sr_FRDGbYdjtajkyLOhPivBPkvRTPV8x-W9u0K6Ok63Jl3CvLfYIe-9PQwY5FrIZ_v8NqO3PcpzOKvgquGXXyLLfEc0SpQm6043x2yDE05qf1jUMwsXZMaIYk75C156vVEeD6mmTdhZOZilONunWQocwKHxR7ANqqpG0yIWs2xIYJWtgaoXzggeagg/s3088/image_16892673.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2320" data-original-width="3088" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7sr_FRDGbYdjtajkyLOhPivBPkvRTPV8x-W9u0K6Ok63Jl3CvLfYIe-9PQwY5FrIZ_v8NqO3PcpzOKvgquGXXyLLfEc0SpQm6043x2yDE05qf1jUMwsXZMaIYk75C156vVEeD6mmTdhZOZilONunWQocwKHxR7ANqqpG0yIWs2xIYJWtgaoXzggeagg/w248-h186/image_16892673.JPG" width="248" /></a></div> Having a French dinner with other volunteers that I met in Budapest<p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">One highlight is the way I am learning to be aware of the value of money. Before coming here, I used to buy a lot of things in shopping centers, such as new clothes, new utensils for home... And then I realised that you can find almost everything you need in charity shops or second hand shops as well. When people are getting rid of tools that they are not using anymore, another person can reuse it and give it a second, third or fourth life. This means that we are taking care of the environment by reducing waste production, reducing the use of plastic... and this is amazing.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">All of us should learn about finding treasures in this kind of shops. A lot of times we need something immediately and the easiest way to get it is to buy something new. However, what about looking for the cheapest way? That's what I'm learning now. In my opinion, marketing and advertising are creating needs that we really don't have and we should be critical to know what is important and what is not. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknO8D_8ohWX1t16cgGT5MoCFn1NA5eulLWCj2gcDQrQ1VvgBFAWD20ysv_xYJuETQ2ZPJhG_RjcmIS4KJ73Aq6RLvnqivMIrQgDQtq2g-fhqBDXkHtlrSU_7J1acVCvH7s53Hh6Ywv6fz9SpnMS47W91LU0sp_EY1_lg458pEu3rSPpSP0Y3b-x1ejw/s4032/image_67200257%20(1).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknO8D_8ohWX1t16cgGT5MoCFn1NA5eulLWCj2gcDQrQ1VvgBFAWD20ysv_xYJuETQ2ZPJhG_RjcmIS4KJ73Aq6RLvnqivMIrQgDQtq2g-fhqBDXkHtlrSU_7J1acVCvH7s53Hh6Ywv6fz9SpnMS47W91LU0sp_EY1_lg458pEu3rSPpSP0Y3b-x1ejw/w173-h229/image_67200257%20(1).JPG" width="173" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">In my second volunteer training, learning about recycling</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Now, before buying something, I'm wondering... do I need it? How many of these have I at home? Can I find it in a way that takes care of the environment? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">On the other hand, recycling doesn't mean that we have to donate absolutely everything or keep everything. The act of giving clothes, tools, utensils... that are not in usable condition, why are we giving them to charities? If we are not using something because it's ruined, we should just throw it away. Why are we thinking that other people can still wear it or use it? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaxv8s5cBjCBCslYji7mRm5f12s9POz7JuDPRR3cuarNurXKuHoMygjI6KMAo9nETr0tsiTO-Zt7QMFg2Qy8sah5Aw4bJcJZzmXqouUQNfTm5OljUm7RSu1ATI5He18LMI3_aUfXA-dutcSbb4h_XQ1vByB2n1zMCvIr1-vqrl3IWZuzMhOINeyv1pcQ/s4032/image_67214593.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaxv8s5cBjCBCslYji7mRm5f12s9POz7JuDPRR3cuarNurXKuHoMygjI6KMAo9nETr0tsiTO-Zt7QMFg2Qy8sah5Aw4bJcJZzmXqouUQNfTm5OljUm7RSu1ATI5He18LMI3_aUfXA-dutcSbb4h_XQ1vByB2n1zMCvIr1-vqrl3IWZuzMhOINeyv1pcQ/s320/image_67214593.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Recycling t-shirts into dog toys </div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;">In conclusion, I believe that more and more people are learning about recycling and they are also becoming aware of the value of money because they can save it easily! So all of you that know how to do it, spread the word!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>NÚRIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15681587982481546193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-17383099263159571532022-04-14T04:54:00.000-07:002022-04-14T04:54:22.921-07:00Who I want to be<p> A cardamom and lilac scented candle is
burning on my table, I am listening to my favourite playlist and I
think about my future. Six months of this astonishing experience are
already gone and soon I will make new choices. This has never been
easy for me, to be honest it scares me. <span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">But
after all, aren't choices that make us adults?</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">A couple of weeks ago I joined the mid
term training and, among the other things, they asked us to imagine
ourself in three years and draw our ideas. Which results will we
achieve? Which will be our new goals?<br />I drew a flat (because I
really want to achieve independence) and a dachshund (no kidding, I
love them) but the very first thing that came to my mind was:
"sustainability", so I added this word too. I like to
think that in 2025 my life will be more conscious, closer to nature.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">About this: my mother teaching me to
sew is definitely one of the goals for the next years. I am 100% sure
it will be difficult for me but I really wanna learn to do something
so cool with my own hands. Every day in the shop I see so many
clothes with a button missing or with a broken zip but still in good
conditions; it would be a very simple but important job to repair them.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I am not a creative person but in the
last months I realized I am really curious about upcycling (in other
words: creative recycling), especially in the fashion field. In January I saw a short Italian documentary called "Stracci"*.
It talks about the wool upcycling experience of Prato, in Tuscany
where the wool is recycled since 150 years by expert hands. Every day
an incredible amount of clothes arrives there from all over Europe.
The first step is to separate the clothes for the second hand market from those for recycling. Of the latter the wool ones are selected and the zip and the labels are removed. They also divide the clothes by colour,
this allows to do new fabric without dyeing, saving a lot of
pollution.<br />It was touching to see a knowledge so old becoming so
actual and necessary, because it saves tons and
tons of textile waste from the landfills every year. I would love to know better this
reality and I would also love to deepen my knowledge about examples
of circular economy in Italy.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwNw7SlUz_JgIwWEI8cYNEW5P110NWmpfq8L8VLVAExhYoe65F4b75cHUsyDDQ6BcEKgaJt55PkXxfqCCSnhutSI3gfHYYhUqsNgG-FxbhiBGZDFw_qZhnpQf_1gBugfLA6QAxUOZGdb_N6TdRYuJI5zmoOI4oEbQMmu7B6bLJRocZU136o9O--sj4=s354" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="142" data-original-width="354" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwNw7SlUz_JgIwWEI8cYNEW5P110NWmpfq8L8VLVAExhYoe65F4b75cHUsyDDQ6BcEKgaJt55PkXxfqCCSnhutSI3gfHYYhUqsNgG-FxbhiBGZDFw_qZhnpQf_1gBugfLA6QAxUOZGdb_N6TdRYuJI5zmoOI4oEbQMmu7B6bLJRocZU136o9O--sj4=s320" width="320" /></a><br /><i>To know more: https://www.straccidoc.it/stracci-un-viaggio-nella-sostenibilita-della-moda/</i></div>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">On another hand I am very curious about
the international cooperation world too. I got my bachelor degree in
"International cooperation and development" in December
2020 but because of Covid I didn't do any internship yet. In January
the call for a very interesting project with the Italian NGO "Mani
tese" expired so I tried my luck and I applied for it. They have
a lot of projects around the world regarding fashion sustainability
but also agroecology and rural development. I will know more in the
next months.<br />Speaking about international cooperation, in the last
weeks Zsuzsa allowed me to join some online meeting with other NGOs. I
think this is a good opportunity for me, to see if I am
<br />interested in EU projects. It is too soon to say something about it,
but I am grateful because this can help me understand what I like
and what I don't.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I am full of inputs but also
disoriented. I would like to study, but also to work and be
independent. Sometimes I feel like I am "late", but other
times I just choose to not think about it. It is hard to accept that
I do not have control over my future but what I know is that every
experience I made led me where I am now. My path has never been
regular, but made me grow. When I was 19 I felt the urge to travel
around the world and now I feel like I need more time. More time for
the pub quizzes, for the boardgame nights, for the dinners and the
walks around with my new friends. More time to think about my future
and about my carnival costume. Time for planning new trips** and for
friend's birthdays. More time for life to help me understand how to
take the next step: choosing who I want to be.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">*Rags</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">**Pécs I am coming!</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQJ6KYgj7F8vh-WLa39qEQgCajjFnae01e4wA1mj4bfkrtO2WPj0141P0RwvWIiLzxDQiXWNNbvkSo-yep-T4nHuYk76jH7DcNz1Ev6JM5LskiswWCr4UPqcFBRwG0EW7zT2JVooEet7u3-_XQsrrq9xGowZd8gocebzQMDLSN9JArxcNrSBJ7QTNh=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQJ6KYgj7F8vh-WLa39qEQgCajjFnae01e4wA1mj4bfkrtO2WPj0141P0RwvWIiLzxDQiXWNNbvkSo-yep-T4nHuYk76jH7DcNz1Ev6JM5LskiswWCr4UPqcFBRwG0EW7zT2JVooEet7u3-_XQsrrq9xGowZd8gocebzQMDLSN9JArxcNrSBJ7QTNh=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">P.S. I was dressed as a sailor, guess Sara costume if you dare!</div><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01932217323456371463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-68967308759368771342022-02-21T04:53:00.001-08:002022-02-21T04:54:46.450-08:00Almost three months<p style="text-align: justify;">I would like to tell you today that I am very happy to be here and to enjoy this experience as I am doing now.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"> I like working in the shop and getting to know our usual customers (some of them are coming every day), although what I like the most is discovering this beautiful country. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;">For this reason, I went to Dobogókő with a friend that came to visit me from Spain. He is Charlie. This place was amazing although it was snowing, cold, windy, and dark. But of course, it was January, what was I expecting? Sun and light? </p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Nevertheless, the company is always more important than the places that you are visiting, and I had the best visit. Moreover, we were in a nice hostel, warm and cosy, with a lot of Hungarian people. In spite of the weather, we were walking for hours in the forest, breathing fresh air, and enjoying nature. I would recommend Dobogókő if you like hiking, but please, if you want to have fun instead of getting a cold, don't go during the winter. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOphE7GXHx4l7GS9A4ZJ25pX_0mokNaMOTFmH51TD4AxyCwtU899lTyNuQgAHzFMunIXHuqKGHXRh909gG5mqhXlHytsawQVZ0ugPk6yljNjOIp79pgme6rB5wpPjUUVSgqc7MZWX0QImwST2CeTm81d2nBhDUQzutg3VuISzVH887GbLlP334wV78Aw=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOphE7GXHx4l7GS9A4ZJ25pX_0mokNaMOTFmH51TD4AxyCwtU899lTyNuQgAHzFMunIXHuqKGHXRh909gG5mqhXlHytsawQVZ0ugPk6yljNjOIp79pgme6rB5wpPjUUVSgqc7MZWX0QImwST2CeTm81d2nBhDUQzutg3VuISzVH887GbLlP334wV78Aw=s320" width="320" /> </a></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;">On the other hand, as I said before, I am enjoying working in the shop. We are receiving lots of donations (mostly clothes) and we are not able to sell everything that we receive. Because of that, we are donating a lot of clothes to homeless shelters. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Since two or three weeks, Zsuzsa’s father is coming to the shop to help us with different tasks. So we shared a task going to donate clothes to a homeless shelter. People were very nice and grateful. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Barna was asking where we should leave the donations. Meanwhile, I was waiting outside and there were a lot of people waiting to enter to the homeless shelter to have a warm meal. They were very happy to see the car full of clothes and they asked me different things that I couldn’t understand (yet). However, I was able to understand “Adomány?” (donation?) And I replied, “Igen, Igen” (Yes, yes). </p><p style="text-align: justify;">So, as you can see, I already learnt a lot of new words and a lot of new things, my parents are very proud of me and I'm eager to learn a lot more!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Above all, I am falling in love with this city. I went to Café New York and as you can see in the picture below, it’s amazing (and very expensive) so I was there only to look around and to enjoy live music.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPDGD8l-8x-o5BZr52gvIqh8B2mEWTlE49e4kcMh3o4ZvUoYGVZuABvKE85GqaOXsVzyUCHIhyKJTWfgLHd8Z3blW1n5pSrgE58AnG_jZjYMPY32fMiGVOkAwc0PmmdTR_e05vpuWe1pzki9j7PTDMEhqG3maTk0t45lqGAanH57yUujreZkrj6lpVuA=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPDGD8l-8x-o5BZr52gvIqh8B2mEWTlE49e4kcMh3o4ZvUoYGVZuABvKE85GqaOXsVzyUCHIhyKJTWfgLHd8Z3blW1n5pSrgE58AnG_jZjYMPY32fMiGVOkAwc0PmmdTR_e05vpuWe1pzki9j7PTDMEhqG3maTk0t45lqGAanH57yUujreZkrj6lpVuA=s320" width="240" /></a> <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Although what I like the most was Aquaworld. It is an awesome aquapark where you can chill and have fun with your friends. It’s a perfect plan for a Sunday. <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKs_xTQCl7b5u1Tg7R62-3KCNr3GHyQ6zTaqlYzdFmAMA6AKMG4h5jdIZhrOlZMHA76R-cWfW-KzxbQCIVp5mFXnxV1Cc5mG5FXNQaCMZjSPgFHzDlQtU0Ep8NQZ_yKlLI_q7n1QjTdBlCXlVKGyldJ64ar6mPCdUVdNWVENspMr8ZdaO_BFHHYGL5-g=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKs_xTQCl7b5u1Tg7R62-3KCNr3GHyQ6zTaqlYzdFmAMA6AKMG4h5jdIZhrOlZMHA76R-cWfW-KzxbQCIVp5mFXnxV1Cc5mG5FXNQaCMZjSPgFHzDlQtU0Ep8NQZ_yKlLI_q7n1QjTdBlCXlVKGyldJ64ar6mPCdUVdNWVENspMr8ZdaO_BFHHYGL5-g=s320" width="240" /> </a></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Talking about having fun, Sara's birthday was one week ago. We were in a nice place having dinner and drinking pálinka (it is a strong alcoholic Hungarian beverage appreciated for its potency, flavor, and fragrance). You can imagine how the night ended. Below, I add my favorite picture with my flatmates and friends, Sara and Eleonora. Sara is 13 now. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdQ8DgLAtRKCyR5FLHxCHkKaq1SAPJs9LXXEmRq73HCXLEX90rp0K1wwrI_gB8hZOFbyGqN1qcaPPynjo8QnFhGcgDhnfgP2uzNaNffKgVKD9ghjBQA_XFr0EEi9rzH0lDUMop8I-3DoXij8asmRE0GuusWA_pGGei-B2bFU3yz4MxL-4q3j9bIfVeKA=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdQ8DgLAtRKCyR5FLHxCHkKaq1SAPJs9LXXEmRq73HCXLEX90rp0K1wwrI_gB8hZOFbyGqN1qcaPPynjo8QnFhGcgDhnfgP2uzNaNffKgVKD9ghjBQA_XFr0EEi9rzH0lDUMop8I-3DoXij8asmRE0GuusWA_pGGei-B2bFU3yz4MxL-4q3j9bIfVeKA=s320" width="240" /> </a></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"> And then, last week I participated in an online training course, where I met people from all around Europe who are volunteering in Hungary too. I had the opportunity to meet people living in Budapest doing the same thing as me, and it is very heart-warming to share this experience with people who are at the same point in their life. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">I hope you enjoyed these small stories and moments from my exciting and colorful life here in Budapest!</p><p style="text-align: justify;"> Köszönöm! :)<br /></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>NÚRIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15681587982481546193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-46927724347159154782022-01-07T03:38:00.000-08:002022-01-07T03:38:56.246-08:00Heartfelt thanks<p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="hu-HU">Köszönöm
has been one of the first Hungarian words I learned. It simply means
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="hu-HU">"</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="hu-HU">thank
you</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="hu-HU">".</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="hu-HU">I soon discovered that in an informal context you can use the
word "</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="hu-HU">köszi</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="hu-HU">"
instead. I really like that the Hungarian language has very long
words but also shorter, friendly versions of the same one. It makes
me think this is a funny language but, despite this, learning Hungarian is harder than I thought.</span></span></span></div></span><p></p>
<p lang="hu-HU" style="border: medium none; font-weight: normal; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After four months in
the shop I am able to understand and answer very simple questions, I
can buy myself fruits and vegetables at the local market because I
know numbers, if I step on someone's feet on the metro I know how to
say that I am sorry. Sara says that I should be happy because I
already learned a lot of words but I think these are not enough and
that's why I often cannot understand what is going on around me.</span></span></p>
<p lang="hu-HU" style="border: medium none; font-weight: normal; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why is that
important to me? After all, as a Hungarian guy told me, this is a
language that I am not going to use again after this year. But still I cannot
help to be fascinated by a language whose origins are <span style="color: black;">so
distant</span><span style="color: red;"> </span>in time and space and
that shares nothing with all the other European languages. Maybe, it is
just that I would love to know Hungarian better in order to feel a
bit like home in here. </span></span>
</p>
<p lang="hu-HU" style="border: medium none; font-weight: normal; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Luckily, my will to
learn more about Budapest and Hungary is bigger that anything else.
During a week in the shop I discover day by day something new about
the rude tenderness of Hungarian people; on the other hand, the
weekends are my chances to go around, filling my eyes with the beauty
of this country. Approx. once a month friends or my boyfriend comes to Budapest to visit me: there is no better opportunity to explore new
places. So far I liked the Vegan Sunday Market and the local artisan
market at Turbina, the Robert Capa contemporary photography center
and Memento park, where a lot of statues from the communism
dictatorship era found a home. And still: the Hungarian National
Gallery and Budapest History Museum, Normafa and Margaret Island.</span></span></p><p lang="hu-HU" style="border: medium none; font-weight: normal; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTkpbv_YfYSmtuZaQSxqm3Kq432gC14U67tAjZn59xC7CZGv3Oyqf0GbgWqFLXlfD3rTQEuF7KaFOcP2TO2H1QSQY7b_y64D1kMifcWs4jopqSg8Vk6S1yYcLRL9Cj0UCwNotEDUWuo84vdvR_48-G3XX2rJ52VXWtasGfeNAPkp4uAUU9tUwnpcsy=s4624" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTkpbv_YfYSmtuZaQSxqm3Kq432gC14U67tAjZn59xC7CZGv3Oyqf0GbgWqFLXlfD3rTQEuF7KaFOcP2TO2H1QSQY7b_y64D1kMifcWs4jopqSg8Vk6S1yYcLRL9Cj0UCwNotEDUWuo84vdvR_48-G3XX2rJ52VXWtasGfeNAPkp4uAUU9tUwnpcsy=s320" width="240" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">(Hungarian National Gallery)</span></div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHn4x5mLu2OTp-pOMhECdZ58FWKIBzmA6uda3n8tMH7lqq1rIOoaSdy9WEArA8S4LyeHWlPQ97oo8G_vB48-d9j9Y2VAVq-PWJSLZFCBtsqKbbPaYFvgaBxUdYTRKshAv5nC3oueZR-PJ29xdG2uGAmYVn4fTd8m3YQEgo4NHr3giDr41JTbVpZYVq=s4624" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4624" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHn4x5mLu2OTp-pOMhECdZ58FWKIBzmA6uda3n8tMH7lqq1rIOoaSdy9WEArA8S4LyeHWlPQ97oo8G_vB48-d9j9Y2VAVq-PWJSLZFCBtsqKbbPaYFvgaBxUdYTRKshAv5nC3oueZR-PJ29xdG2uGAmYVn4fTd8m3YQEgo4NHr3giDr41JTbVpZYVq=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Zugliget chairlift - Normafa)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEqXZCCcMZW1Yiv0o7QZkrRXe6QX5GPxtLjs06r5V7vDwnTZB2Akkvmk8hPsH_949Kk3rAny93wXKBZuDYDB3zwfv1ePZoQ88gAYiulj3mtyaYjo2B9qecgymSmzCN0wwINxYmreXVkabY70HqSSyRSM-VYh1i3eYQQQ2YAi6ho6S-gcUIZvCGTewA=s4624" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEqXZCCcMZW1Yiv0o7QZkrRXe6QX5GPxtLjs06r5V7vDwnTZB2Akkvmk8hPsH_949Kk3rAny93wXKBZuDYDB3zwfv1ePZoQ88gAYiulj3mtyaYjo2B9qecgymSmzCN0wwINxYmreXVkabY70HqSSyRSM-VYh1i3eYQQQ2YAi6ho6S-gcUIZvCGTewA=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Turbina - Vajdahunyad u. 4) </div></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p></p>
<p lang="hu-HU" style="border: medium none; font-weight: normal; padding: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">I love Budapest but
sometimes I think that I am just living in an international,
cosmopolitan bubble. And Hungary is a lot more than this: in Hungary
there are small cities like Nagymaros where Saturday markets are still
like they used to be, and where you can ask which is the best tea for
you from an old woman who speaks, like you, a bit of English and a bit
of Hungarian.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In Hungary there are winemaking regions such as
Eger, where it is easy to spend a happy afternoon with your friends
just moving from one winery to another. <br />There are cities full of
culture as Szentendre, and cities full of history like Visegrád or
Esztergom.<br />I actually visited Esztergom today and I really loved
it. I found a quietness and a light that moved my heart. I promised
myself to come back again in the summer just to sit and look again at the
city from the Our Lady of Sorrow Chapel on the Szent Tam<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">á</span>s
hill.</span></span><div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfmDJnSJPZu1VsYNrSVx_pmTTdMrjUXWrY0yJxJHC911_svDCeXOrKmBhPHwLKepoPb6puceXOhTXNyki5PNdO_Ay6hUiuXHZyg_S9fN2bC2mkmnuI3zXv7rOlLdvkzG5KhiOpFOETdoE5lJEoD_QWTX5rFEYXIRFfV920GViWRSHH7GjMQkx_vRDY=s4624" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4624" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfmDJnSJPZu1VsYNrSVx_pmTTdMrjUXWrY0yJxJHC911_svDCeXOrKmBhPHwLKepoPb6puceXOhTXNyki5PNdO_Ay6hUiuXHZyg_S9fN2bC2mkmnuI3zXv7rOlLdvkzG5KhiOpFOETdoE5lJEoD_QWTX5rFEYXIRFfV920GViWRSHH7GjMQkx_vRDY=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Nagymaros)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXcjH6raMC8hJe4KMYBx1ZlM0jhCmm16IrJVPOac7BX8RmnFCcLsgwCzhD8JM7WaEdBw0XRiVPDWfNPs4EhrUapCQKomYwhq9H7rDqt3DVCi2qCw6MGMbM_XreieaQ6B-A9JA53LrmkXYU4yAPsd87176I1BaSDtBHJkSQ6SZr3LY2iNDHRQ1szQpn=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXcjH6raMC8hJe4KMYBx1ZlM0jhCmm16IrJVPOac7BX8RmnFCcLsgwCzhD8JM7WaEdBw0XRiVPDWfNPs4EhrUapCQKomYwhq9H7rDqt3DVCi2qCw6MGMbM_XreieaQ6B-A9JA53LrmkXYU4yAPsd87176I1BaSDtBHJkSQ6SZr3LY2iNDHRQ1szQpn=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Eger - Valley of the beautiful woman)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpiWb_Vt0Qj4JZX0U3JljkO2M6EBWrCpOG2udDDOTOXStBoMlH5T8VU2-zRb29mk2GVLYlBNGOUSxG4clYfhfDr06lbLg4abame7yuvWKHohD2QhOhv7Wk3qqv83EhLp-Y1d-kP0QvWJMs4b2mDg2eECcHOum6S0oWaq_O0o_4dICWyxaaDH6cykyJ=s4624" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4624" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpiWb_Vt0Qj4JZX0U3JljkO2M6EBWrCpOG2udDDOTOXStBoMlH5T8VU2-zRb29mk2GVLYlBNGOUSxG4clYfhfDr06lbLg4abame7yuvWKHohD2QhOhv7Wk3qqv83EhLp-Y1d-kP0QvWJMs4b2mDg2eECcHOum6S0oWaq_O0o_4dICWyxaaDH6cykyJ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(The Visegrad castle through the clouds)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjycbCH1qs3yw2JzdaMum4o1Usd3JhkrKg44YGslqF7YENsoplSzoCRRnHkHqz6LlcCi9t2UA0wP-lFEVOx6LzUm_BkNqfpgvAJi05l4yyYW9QQ16B9lJuzGBuCLpqlRG9V6Wjvgk7K9aRYUeAgNJ7nTuUtppth21W9SMnxIrADp6iWOtKPc6tio57E=s4624" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4624" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjycbCH1qs3yw2JzdaMum4o1Usd3JhkrKg44YGslqF7YENsoplSzoCRRnHkHqz6LlcCi9t2UA0wP-lFEVOx6LzUm_BkNqfpgvAJi05l4yyYW9QQ16B9lJuzGBuCLpqlRG9V6Wjvgk7K9aRYUeAgNJ7nTuUtppth21W9SMnxIrADp6iWOtKPc6tio57E=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Esztergom<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; text-align: left;">)</span></div><p lang="hu-HU" style="border: medium none; font-weight: normal; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I feel blessed
because I had the opportunity to see and do everything I mentioned so
köszön</span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">öm Hungary, because you welcomed and accepted me.</span></p><p lang="hu-HU" style="border: medium none; font-weight: normal; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Köszönöm
to all those who are in this with me.<br />Köszönöm to who told me
you don't have to hurry in life.<br />Köszönöm to you, <span style="color: black;">who
spent</span><span style="color: #ff3333;"> </span>your time reading my
tangled thoughts.</span></span></p><p lang="hu-HU" style="border: medium none; font-weight: normal; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p lang="hu-HU" style="border: medium none; font-weight: normal; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">P.S. Happy New Year!! :)</span></span></p><p lang="hu-HU" style="border: medium none; font-weight: normal; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjE0M4grBP5c695OGmiFvhWl21BfUPdtwSOgqI6TkIV6Rsjm9qU8TzOhT2lpHaBlMQqNGWD9-nsrk76vIG9gajYSFcycL1Ixbc5aTQ1o2EsxD7wtFpkzD9FKaCNWwz8qxzykgsMZTfBN-JKILdK9GrdvGIuc0w0fbS-Pamx9nM132VTUovd5uV-hBbk=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1538" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjE0M4grBP5c695OGmiFvhWl21BfUPdtwSOgqI6TkIV6Rsjm9qU8TzOhT2lpHaBlMQqNGWD9-nsrk76vIG9gajYSFcycL1Ixbc5aTQ1o2EsxD7wtFpkzD9FKaCNWwz8qxzykgsMZTfBN-JKILdK9GrdvGIuc0w0fbS-Pamx9nM132VTUovd5uV-hBbk=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p></p></div>Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01932217323456371463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-30701000967580811692021-12-19T03:35:00.003-08:002021-12-20T09:55:00.017-08:00Getting out of my comfort zone<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Hello
everyone! I am Núria, the new volunteer of <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Filantrópia Charity Shop and this is my first
blog post. It is a pleasure for me to be part of this project because I am
learning a lot of new things and living amazing experiences that I have never
had before. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">On
one hand, I want to tell you how I decided to come here. I finished my studies
in Law and Business Management Administration in September and I was lost about
what I could do during the next year. Instead of studying a Master or starting
to work in my city, Lleida, I was willing to spend a year living abroad, meeting
and learning from other cultures or other ways to live… so I was looking for
many projects that brought me the opportunity to do what I am doing now. Eventually,
I found the European Solidarity Corps (ESC) with a lot of projects in
environmental issues, recycling, working with youngsters or elderly people…
Therefore, I applied for Filantrópia Charity Shop, and twenty days later, I was
here. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Another
point worth considering is I consider myself as a brave person, active, ready
for new challenges… but when you are getting out of your comfort zone you make
yourself smaller and you start to have doubts about what you should do in your
future. Nowadays, what is “normal” after finishing University (at least in
Spain) is studying a Master to specialize in some field or starting to work in
what is considered by people as a “serious” job. In my opinion, sometimes it is
difficult to do what you really want instead of what you should do. Anyway, I
am here (luckily). <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">On
the other hand, I am getting used to this new challenge of learning every day
something new. Moreover, what I like the most in this project is the
possibility to give a second, third or fourth life to clothes, objects, shoes…
avoiding consumerism. Here I realized that we don’t need to buy everything new
because we can reuse it. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Furthermore,
we are carrying out different activities like workshops which <o:p></o:p></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">are
an amazing idea to get to know the customers or our work team. What’s more, we
are creating dog toys or scrunchies from used t-shirts, ties… so we are
recycling and being creative at the same time! That’s great! I am really
excited to keep going on this adventure because time is running out.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Taking
everything into consideration, I feel very lucky to be part of this project
because of the people that are around me. For me, the city where you are living
is important (Budapest, what can I say? Awesome), the project is also important
because I am going to spend eleven months, in a project that I believe in, that
I think is good for the society, for the environment, etc. However, the most
important thing as I have said before are the people who you are living,
working with, or meeting… They spend their time with you, and I appreciate
that. I am feeling like at home. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfWRYKNvk-SgzD9ByGf9L2ElhFGA4uRBu6OQLhDeWzTjzPrMODBCApTYa1RmJHHhFTEYQRjasVBkueUR3wqxie-USqphsuFM7enK_5-u9Ekk-0t0Xx_QE5AVSVIbKrz7o2TyUljd931-BMsitfQqicnS_VI4Z-c_TkUnk3wwkOaIzHns554efB3Ghr=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfWRYKNvk-SgzD9ByGf9L2ElhFGA4uRBu6OQLhDeWzTjzPrMODBCApTYa1RmJHHhFTEYQRjasVBkueUR3wqxie-USqphsuFM7enK_5-u9Ekk-0t0Xx_QE5AVSVIbKrz7o2TyUljd931-BMsitfQqicnS_VI4Z-c_TkUnk3wwkOaIzHns554efB3Ghr=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIFyPr9_vD_EpXLe3jfrn1ljbvzg8gucxcfElDrqobR1AzXno7SiiMl6e5iUoWyGVu0kaOT-sINeHiGcdKa9_LwgBeuwZhA6azUU8ssRU_SYuM9UTKMnokoIKAXvYGMlRhgdommP5sAQfwLlUyTlwyDyqedgu9N73lLyrp9ikQvELhbzZI77MGzvdL=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIFyPr9_vD_EpXLe3jfrn1ljbvzg8gucxcfElDrqobR1AzXno7SiiMl6e5iUoWyGVu0kaOT-sINeHiGcdKa9_LwgBeuwZhA6azUU8ssRU_SYuM9UTKMnokoIKAXvYGMlRhgdommP5sAQfwLlUyTlwyDyqedgu9N73lLyrp9ikQvELhbzZI77MGzvdL=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfWRYKNvk-SgzD9ByGf9L2ElhFGA4uRBu6OQLhDeWzTjzPrMODBCApTYa1RmJHHhFTEYQRjasVBkueUR3wqxie-USqphsuFM7enK_5-u9Ekk-0t0Xx_QE5AVSVIbKrz7o2TyUljd931-BMsitfQqicnS_VI4Z-c_TkUnk3wwkOaIzHns554efB3Ghr=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKLxW0TUqI0ZXzr1BCT9GY6xIZhJvXyrknwLZ51nXpJzSp5zZehu9tC1_jUQyvL43n6ILv2DL3ZB_-3wJrmX3wKyHhvH8FG-xfJazKf_TX3BEhxbOpLx7FgD9Sj1TPpb0gg6_zP16S2G3IvZBZd3RvSK0w96igkQ2nbwDph_mHEX5bfnwQK_0jUbi4=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="1024" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKLxW0TUqI0ZXzr1BCT9GY6xIZhJvXyrknwLZ51nXpJzSp5zZehu9tC1_jUQyvL43n6ILv2DL3ZB_-3wJrmX3wKyHhvH8FG-xfJazKf_TX3BEhxbOpLx7FgD9Sj1TPpb0gg6_zP16S2G3IvZBZd3RvSK0w96igkQ2nbwDph_mHEX5bfnwQK_0jUbi4=w640-h360" width="640" /> </a></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcOx9pPjLiv7VmjVOSM5PkYANuuJcj6164bpBt8oD6dm8NYnRVUQnYDOz-yg7oga9WPjRQ5HVObwGGMf9GvRSxWx5eBV6960Se0I0FhIChSPqBYVd8yHYECPuXiaZBkv2o5WKUxffMSdUa4DxRDWdOg49MSn182MN2zPPjduPyLDFSoCXw6iuv7BxB=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcOx9pPjLiv7VmjVOSM5PkYANuuJcj6164bpBt8oD6dm8NYnRVUQnYDOz-yg7oga9WPjRQ5HVObwGGMf9GvRSxWx5eBV6960Se0I0FhIChSPqBYVd8yHYECPuXiaZBkv2o5WKUxffMSdUa4DxRDWdOg49MSn182MN2zPPjduPyLDFSoCXw6iuv7BxB=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></p>NÚRIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15681587982481546193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157935387553983384.post-8023629996604809562021-11-28T12:18:00.004-08:002021-12-08T13:56:35.512-08:00About healing<p>It's 8.45 a.m. As every morning, I <span lang="zxx">have
</span>bread, jam, some walnuts and a small piece of chocolate for
breakfast. And, as every morning, I found myself <span lang="zxx">unconsciously
</span>scrolling my instagram profile, looking at old pictures of
funny nights with friends and listening, lost in my tought, to the
words of some content creator until a post catches my attention. I
feel suddenly unquiet. Some photos of a spoiled nature goes with this
text:</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>"</span><i><span>Waste
makes visible our separation from nature. This separation comes into
focus along Accra’s coastline where millions of secondhand
garments, the byproduct of greed made manifest in fashion’s excess,
collide with an environment that cannot absorb them.</span><br /></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>In
2011 we were running on the beach when we tripped over a shirt sleeve
sticking out of the sand. That’s when we learned to watch out for
clothing waste.<br /></i><i>In
2013 we were swimming when our feet landed on a pile of clothing
instead of sand. We shrieked. That’s when we stopped going to the
beach for enjoyment.<br /></i><i>In
2016 we saw jeans, spread eagle, surfing the waves as we sat down to
have a beer by the sea. That’s when we realized that clothing waste
was traveling.<br /></i><i>In
2019 we met fishermen who capsized because clothing pulled down their
nets. That’s when we realized that the clothing tentacles claim
livelihoods.<br /></i><i>It’s
2021 and clothing waste is embedded in the marine ecosystem. Mounds
of clothing waste are settling on Accra’s beaches, sinking into the
sand. Clothing tentacles travel with the tides, washing up and out
with the waves. The sea spits out elastic waistbands, polyester
blouses and the stretchy skeletons of skinny jeans.<br /></i><span><i><b>This
is when we understand that waste makes visible our separation from
nature and this is when we heal</b></i></span><span><i>.</i></span><span>"</span></span></p><p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I wanna learn more about it: I find out
that even the streets and the nature of Acca (Ghana) are suffocated
by the overproduction of clothes. It was just two days ago when
Zsuzsa told me that the same thing is happening in Chile, where the
Atacama desert is becoming a huge open landfill. Something suddenly
comes to my mind: the image of cows <span lang="zxx">grazing on piles
of clothes in Africa, something that happens on a daily basis in the
whole continent.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I take a deep breath and I realize that
what I am doing here in Budapest is beautiful and important. Everyday
in the shop we try to find a new home for goods of all type: from
clothes to mugs, from toys to books. Recognizing the real value of
the objects <span lang="zxx">means also acknowledging dignity to
those who made them, to the resources used, to those who will give
them a new life.<br /></span>At the same time,
being surrounded by so many things is suffocating. Things are
everywhere and to see them in dusty Ikea bags is discouraging and
frustrating. Do we really need everything we buy? This sad view prove
that we don't and make me think about the importance of every single
choice.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Choices: I am here since three months now. I saw this city sun-kissed, covered in orange leaves, wet after a rainy day and now cold and windy. I fell in love with this city and with the pe<span lang="zxx">ople I</span> met here. I <span lang="zxx">identify</span> myself in the lyrics of this Italian song which says: "<i>in equilibrio perfetto fra tutto quello che ho perso e quello che ho scelto</i>".*<br />Time flies and I am following my goals: <span lang="zxx">every month I start a new book and I visit</span> a new city. All of it enriches me and I can feel that something is changing inside me: Budapest is constantly changing under my eyes and me with her. I keep my consciousness under <span lang="zxx">training</span>, I reconnect with it. Tomorrow I am going to take a walk on Margaret Island. That is my way to heal.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">* <span lang="zxx">On the perfect balance between what I lost and what I chose.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1pkIA99miFt9ifOf5lbb3HHfcFuw30jgxjfkqKQxScYPTyMVNT5GHf4NQPxvzad4qaQGLyFTkjFILMoUn2xwHg1dx_4bpsgHuuFy6FdL9uK3OkKiqtSrhJHErf8bmKdsCVegKRYh9ayxUkbXmOFHkI5FBz0igic3Ko5Jtj8u63j4H5NLUWCyh_Gvh=s1039" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" style= "max-width:100%; height:auto;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1pkIA99miFt9ifOf5lbb3HHfcFuw30jgxjfkqKQxScYPTyMVNT5GHf4NQPxvzad4qaQGLyFTkjFILMoUn2xwHg1dx_4bpsgHuuFy6FdL9uK3OkKiqtSrhJHErf8bmKdsCVegKRYh9ayxUkbXmOFHkI5FBz0igic3Ko5Jtj8u63j4H5NLUWCyh_Gvh=w400-h301" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaiGiXfkyoSiDLj7P-pfyUVF2LwlqnNt6IHkPeEvCzQU2fMuhjjUFtYAILTiQ54dkTA54qs6KW9hZHHQFQHBepso_HgTRl1MHHNOX5bzdpms3azW5fY55oA2Fp3exqTBAPsoSHcJOb5Q22JKdHzUK4iZJt5j1VOkOXHo1gzVhtwGzADikm6fQbDIhM=s1039" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" style= "max-width:100%; height:auto;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaiGiXfkyoSiDLj7P-pfyUVF2LwlqnNt6IHkPeEvCzQU2fMuhjjUFtYAILTiQ54dkTA54qs6KW9hZHHQFQHBepso_HgTRl1MHHNOX5bzdpms3azW5fY55oA2Fp3exqTBAPsoSHcJOb5Q22JKdHzUK4iZJt5j1VOkOXHo1gzVhtwGzADikm6fQbDIhM=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-D4fBfEsDRC3Jfz4uKWsc2RWSbQ8t2cSNQXaNCB2aOzQKTIxdDZc7sF1_Wd11RC_3iV1xovLGfWzAip4ycYvTZ-NJOX2s9JB_Y1AqnnSZJhSsS3MLDyJKdH4UCPlp_BWY66kVl-KSSREWatv1KYb_tvlw8Yog8ePOsgmSLg7FW7knJpjNQcL_MZsq=s1154" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" style= "max-width:100%; height:auto;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-D4fBfEsDRC3Jfz4uKWsc2RWSbQ8t2cSNQXaNCB2aOzQKTIxdDZc7sF1_Wd11RC_3iV1xovLGfWzAip4ycYvTZ-NJOX2s9JB_Y1AqnnSZJhSsS3MLDyJKdH4UCPlp_BWY66kVl-KSSREWatv1KYb_tvlw8Yog8ePOsgmSLg7FW7knJpjNQcL_MZsq=w400-h301" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhruB3e35sF-nc6dzGl88DzosVV-2xcPAYNduelAyORbNYqcEC_pRl5kYv1atQjjzljZYIkAd2e5efuLeh6wo6laJbJRK2ATRn8HEz8ULAzimx5775a5YzzuGQ5BMZIqFO7dA0TI6JuRj6uFiqvwKUd9vClWGQP5COvcXImXhrH7VH-x4Cvn_CfUBh2=s1154" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" style= "max-width:100%; height:auto;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhruB3e35sF-nc6dzGl88DzosVV-2xcPAYNduelAyORbNYqcEC_pRl5kYv1atQjjzljZYIkAd2e5efuLeh6wo6laJbJRK2ATRn8HEz8ULAzimx5775a5YzzuGQ5BMZIqFO7dA0TI6JuRj6uFiqvwKUd9vClWGQP5COvcXImXhrH7VH-x4Cvn_CfUBh2=w400-h301" width="400" /></a></div>
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