A bolygó hollandi

I miss sailing. The wind, the storm, the crazy races. To hang out from the boat and try to keep it up. To fight with the wind and the lake. There is something really ancient truth and wisdom in it. To ride a horse could be something the same. To work together with something lot greater, stronger. To fight but not really against, rather with. Ride the waves.

I miss the wind and the water in my face.

you never know what is waiting for you

I think it was in the L’auberge espagnole that the guy said something like this. After this year I think I can feel and understand it a little.
It is the change of personality. I hope some progress of me, but definitely changed me.
I’m chinese, I’m nepalese, I’m german, I’m russian, I’m spanish, I’m finnish, I’m american, I’m australian, I’m japanese, I’m korean, I’m vietnamese, I’m czech, I’m italian, I’m african, I’m french, I’m mexican. I’m all these. They are all inside me and they all gave me a lot. They have been built in to me. Forever. And when I’m speaking they are all speaking through my mouth. They all possess some shard of the everything and they all shared this with me.

Thank you