two years of juley

Juley is two! It’s incredible. I almost feel like embracing all those babyish things about him that otherwise annoy me: his need to nurse, the night awakenings, the meltdowns (which are not particularly dramatic but yes, he’s lain down on all sorts of surfaces), the moments when he doesn’t believe me pooping in the adult’s…

am i (only)

am i (only) an expensive white canvas you were lucky to buy on sale the plain unsalted rice in your plate that goes well with everything do i look good on paper? am i a good foundation for you to build upon a low seismic zone and no groundwater either did you wish i were…

dancing with wolves

Today I want to write about my favourite book. There are many which have touched or fascinated me with their ideas but only one which seems to be written about me. That’s Women Who Run With The Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. Actually, it’s not exactly my favourite book that I want to write about….

where the ground comes to an end

We spend our first night in Bulgaria by the Vidin – Lom road. A mowed grassy spot right by the fence of something that looks like a summer house. I help with pitching the tent with a heavy heart – we’re surrounded by dogs’ barking, echoing in the night. I literally shiver with fear as…

a toddler at the spa…

…isn’t something that’s really recommended. You know that, right? I once read in a Czech article that you could take your baby to sauna – particular conditions required – but the last time I tried Juley just went inside and let out a scream. (Perhaps next time he should just avoid touching the floor with…

something like a travelogue: gernik + eibenthal

Day Two I don’t think there are a lot of travelogues online about the Czech villages of Banat. On one hand this thrills me but on the other it burdens me with the responsibility to describe something more than my personal experiences there. I’ve noticed that the posts in my blog which don’t contain personal…

something like a travelogue: socolari + moldova nouă

Day Two “Oh no, you better head on tomorrow.” One of the three men’s voices sounds a bit melodic. He’s either drunk or it’s his English. I guess it’s the former since the three of them look to me as some city types on a holiday in the village. Lukáš tries to interrogate them more…

something like a travelogue: setting off + timișoara

Day One As always, we don’t set off exactly on time. I have put Juley to sleep in the usual way and I’m now taking him outside. Of course he wakes up. There’s little space in the car. I try to ignore that fact. Here are Lukáš’s parents, without whom we wouldn’t have been likely…

juley is one

I walk towards the trash bin sometime after sunset. The only place and the only time I can be alone in the evening. When Lukáš is also at home, that is. I may think about how crazy it is that your child is one but is still likely to wake up crying half an hour…

naturally

“Foreword” I don’t write but not because I have nothing to write about. Not because I don’t think (about anything other than a baby’s physiological needs). I just don’t have time. Otherwise, I think about thousands of things. While satisfying a baby’s physiological needs, I think about million other things. Perhaps I shouldn’t. But I…

of things

Lukáš, Julián and I are having cakes in the mall (yeah, I know). All the time I’ve been wanting to buy some red sparkling Christmas tree balls because we only have golden ones at home and red nicely matches golden. I finally buy them. I regret even before I’ve paid but I pay them nevertheless….

chiaroscuro moments

I thought 2017 would be a year without summer. To a great extent it was. And yet in September we managed to get to Bulgaria. This way my twenty-seven years near the sea in the summer became twenty-eight. It is not the trip to my homeland however that will remain in my memories of summer…