Souvenirs from Wonderland

City of Wonder

This post is dedicated to all those cool people i met in the City of Wonder

I spent last week in a wonderland called Sweden, you know, that far, far away kingdom of the North, where all the good things come from: Santa, the Moose, death metal bands, hot viking girls, Absolut Vodka, Volvo, Ikea, Abba and all the odds and ends in between.
Few are the places on Earth which look way better in reality than in pictures, because the frame is always biasing the reality, isn t it?And Sweden is amongst those places on Earth to be called Wonderland or Dreamland for an endless number of reasons.Could be the landscapes, could e the people, could be the aurora, could be the wild nights out, could be the dawn hungovers which are no longer a tabu, could be even the owls in the Christmas Trees.Haha.

Offtopic: That i love good music and i cook good pasta you already know, but what i didnt tell you yet is that i have an awkward weakness for the owls-the perfect mixture between Ara Macao and persian cats-, regardless their size, colour or shape.

I hearted Sweden and the Swedes from the very first step into this amazing world, oozing of living wonders.
I still can smell the odour of the streets, i kept somehow a certai mood deep inside since i returned to the small town where i live.
I feel free and blessed after months of searching for a glimpse of fresh air.And i found it.
Sometimes you do not need to search joy and freedom elsewhere but inside you.Try t get rid of selflessness and seldom and you will be culturally and spiritually uplifted, my friend.

Walked for hours in the woods, remembering the plot within Mr Murakami s "Norwegian Wood", and suddenly realized how little one knows about nature s perfection.

Blended with willingness and rising serotonine, i managed in the end to kill the grief which was sort of craping up inside for weeks.
You can overcome your own demons, unleashing them.They need to eat, they need to drink and to breathe just like you do, so no wonder they need to escape from your body at times.Set them free!Burn the final thoughts and free your spirit.
And maybe there is only me who thinks like this, but it is not due to my whimsical behaviour, but because of the human need to switch from a mood to another just like Mother Nature itself swings from a season to another.
So, what is so new so far?You tell me.As i told you previously, i am such a good listener.Haha


Tout a l heure.

Alexandros