off for a refreshment

i like travelling. especially travelling to places i haven‘t been before...it blows you fresh air in your head. a psychic refreshment, just what i needed. when you live so much in yourself, you can’t go on without that.

And if you travel far enough (doesn’t have to be a real distance, as long as the environment, the atmosphere changes), you learn things. You grow. It’s the kind of growth where your experience is enriched but your responsibility remains the same – or maybe less, when u travel alone. That’s the way you grow when you’re a kid. i like that.

Last week i spent some five days “overseas” where i knew no one, didn’t know a single word of local language (luckily most of the people speak Russian or English, sometimes German) and – that i’m not used to – couldn’t read a word either. i felt unsafe when i arrived and safe when i was leaving and now i suppose none of the feelings was appropriate. i met many nice, friendly and helpful people who were at first hiding behind serious faces. i met a proud and specific culture whose behaviour i think i could understand in the way you understand things you read about. i couldn’t live there. And it’s good to be back. But it’s been damn good to be there before being back here.