It’s been a while…

We had a month-long vacation and I have some thoughts from those times to share.

11.10.2023 Wednesday

My plan was to read-read-read the whole journey. Here we are, it’s 11th of October and I still haven’t finished a single tiny book. But whatever, we saw a lot, we walked a lot. And today is the day of trains, and it’s a great opportunity to read…

“Metamorphosis” by Franz Kafka [with spoilers]

Can you spoil this story? I’ve heard so many times the beginning of it, but never understood where the story would go after Gregor woke up in a “new body”. I’ve been reading it a bit here, a bit there for the past few days (originally it was planned to be read while we were in Prague) and I should say it’s very entertaining. The turns that story takes would be similar to what I’d think if I would turn into something so different from the human form. How would I feel? What would I do? When would I find peace with the new state, or would I find it at all?

I expect to see some more details about his parents’ reaction. We saw their fear. Do they think it’s a sickness? Do they think it’ll go away? What about his sister? She keeps taking care of him, bringing him food, even though she’s terrified as well.

Yesterday I was half way into the book and it’s still not clear to me where the story would go. I have low hope of him turning back to human after a month of being a bug. Let’s see…

“Mean baby” by Selma Blair

On the first train from Verona to Milan I was listening to “Mean baby”. It’s a memoir and it’s narrated by the author herself.

There is so much that adults do unknowingly to children, to a child’s mind, any mind, really. The smallest moments can become the biggest stories. Images that change our lives forever.

“Mean baby” by Selma Blair

Another broken soul. How often we don’t see the background of someone’s life? Especially when in the present time the person is successful, famous and well-known. We see the picture only here and now. The moment a person disappears from the front pages everyone forgets them. That’s life. And I don’t like it this way. I like the new trends of being honest, open, of being real, of telling your actual story. For example, Selma Blair openly talks about her multiple sclerosis diagnosis. Or Pamela Anderson with her choice to go out without professional make-up and openly telling the reasons for that. 

Everybody is writing memoirs to tell us those real stories. At the beginning of the year, I was listening to the memoir by Viola Davis. It was heartbreaking. This misleading feeling that we know people because we see them in movies tricks our mind. We don’t know them. Their lives are not only movies.