The Immigrant Punk

It is not so much that I think that Gogol Bordello is the greatest rockin man out-there, but he is definitely one of the most original... I have certainly not seen such intense energy exhibited on stage since ages. Yet, the best part was being there with my little expat group of friends: Ukrainian, Norwegian, Russian, French, American and of course Polish. You may say that the representation was skewed in favour of those familiar with the so called slavic folk sounds, but Gogol grooves in many dimensions.

Viva expats! OH YEAH!

few words

Lately I have been captivated by reading the words from the blogs of my friends...Andi, Lynda, Marco, Luca. Writing as a cure, writing to restore sanity, writing for the beauty of it.

Lately I have been captivated by the idea that I can sleep more and do less
Lately I have been captivated by the idea that I want to do the parts of my work that energize me and not the ones that destroy me
Lately I have been captivated by the fact that I need TIME to read and to write
Lately I have been inspired by the idea that I will get through the unpaid month of working by perhaps not working and actualy doing the above..
Lately I have been dreaming of connecting people and countries on my own terms while pushing or my own women empowering discourse
Lately i realize I can't empower others without standing up for myslef
that this is not being selfish, this is not excusing myself for having to pay my rent, this is what I might just as well deserve..
and that I am not going to be anyone unless I believe that I myself deserve to get credit for being phenomenal...and this is not being selfish.

But I had to erase the Maya peom as found it a bit too cheesy for my taste.

But I believe that believing thin things turning out alright is being half way there...I try to remember this.