How Moscow reminds me of my travels

First of all, I’ve never been to Moscow. Secondly, I’ve never been to Russia either. But yet, this postcard from Julia reminded me of my travels…

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This is a postcard of The Novosibirsk State Philharmonic Orchestra  . It’s not that I am a fan of Orchestras. I do like them, but I don’t go to see them play often.

It reminded me of my travels, of my wandering around the cities. Some cities full of life and people, and some of them quiet and unnoticed. It reminded me how I walk around, looking both sides, and trying to find something in common with all the buildings surrounding me. Trying to find a single clue in the architecture, that will prove me that that country has one way of building things.

It reminds me of my walks in Valbonne, France , where parks are green and people are happy. Where they smile at each other for no reason and they wander around the city every day, for years. It reminds me of the smell of the cheese on the Friday market, the warm baguette and the olives.

It reminds me of the street of Salzburg, Austria, where Mozart’s house is. The ice-cream shop right opposite from that, where they put you more chocolate cream that you ever hoped for. The children running around, with their fingers sticky from the ice-creams they ate.

It reminds me of Genova, Italy, and the Juliet’s balcony. The shop for love stuff right on the corner, and the millions of locks there, reminding me how lucky I am. All the names written on the walls, and all the people kissing each other right there, where the most famous love story happened a long time ago.

And in the end, it reminds me of Skopje, Macedonia, my city, where people are always in hurry, but you can still see some random faces sitting in the park and enjoying life. The taste of the cold beer on a sunny day, and the songs in your head, telling you everything will be okay.

I love travelling. I miss travelling. A lot.

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A Russian Treasure

Have you ever heard about the famous Russian dolls? I’ll tell you something about them…

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The Russian doll, called Matryoshka doll, is a set of wooden dolls, with the same style, but diffenet in size, so they can all fit one into another. It is a part from the Russian tradition, and Matryoshka actually is a diminutive form of the first name “Matryona”.

Traditionally, the first layer is a woman, that is dressed in a  long and shapeless traditional Russian peasant jumper dress , called sarafan. The figures inside the doll may be either man or wife, and it represents a typical Russian family, and the smallest piece of the set is a baby doll.

The dolls are always connected to a certain theme, which is connected to the Russian culture, like the Soviet Leaders theme, or a Russian Fairy-Tale. The Matryoshka doll is also knows as the Babushka doll, and “babushka” means grandmother in Russian.

Thanks to Lana from postcrossing, I got this amazing card. I remembered the days when I had a set of these dolls, and it was a Russian family, with a grandma and grandpa, mom and dad and a small baby, and I used to play so much with them. Now it is rare to find them in Macedonia.

 

Moscow Kremlin – Russia

A card from Russia again. I love Russia, because it’s full of history and tradition. One of the most popular building is the Moscow Kremlin, which is a symbol of Moscow.

 

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On the picture, you can also see three cathedrals – masterpieces of Russian architecture of the 16th century. Isn’t this postcard lovely.

THANK YOU ARIA, FOR THE AMAZING CARD!

Now I have a question for you, dear readers:

Tell me about a building or a place in your country, that has a lot of history about it. I’d love to hear that 🙂

Yes! It’s Wonder Woman!

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I love comics and I love Wonder Woman! This card made me so happy today! She is very popular these days, almost as Superman and Batman, and I am very excited about the upcoming movie in 2017.

Have you heard she was born Princess Diana of Themyscira, and also the princess of the Amazons? And she is the daughter of Zeus.

Graziela, thank you for your card!

 

 

Fear of moving out

Annette has a fear of moving out. We all do when we’re young. It means new life, new friends, new environment. It is one of scariest things for one kid.

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Annette has a fear of moving out.

Annette is a girl from Japan. She sent me this card by  Postcrossing, with the ID of JP-799542 and she told me she’s from Kagashima, Southern Kyusha. Right now, she might, or might not have moved with her family. In the card she was really scared.

Everything is so unsure and my life currently is on hold… 😦

Annette, let me tell you something. Moving to a new place is not the end of the world. I don’t know whether you moved or not, but moving doesn’t always means a bad thing. It’s not always about losing everything, house, neighbourhood, friends… Sometimes, you have to think on the better side. It means gaining new ones , and that means a new start in your life. It means new friendships, new smiles, and new adventure, that will bring new memories. Don’t say no to life. Don’t say no to destiny. Say yes to the opportunity for something new. Always find the positive side in everything you do.

Always do what you are afraid to do

Ever wondered what you want to achieve the most? Do you know what you want to do in your life? Do you have some idea of how you imagine your perfect life in 10 years? Do you want to find out now? Just think of what scares you. Then you know it’s the thing you want the most. If it terrifies you!

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Postcard – Viewpoint Rin Nai Beach – Koh Phangan – Thailand (TH-221030)

 

Chada send me this card today. It didn’t have much text, but it had a lot of meaning! 

ALWAYS DO WHAT YOU ARE AFRAID TO DO ! 

That made me think what scares me the most. It’s to travel with my love. To go to Koh Phangan for a month, to go to Panama for another month, to go to the Bahamas for a month too and on and on. To don’t have a permanent job, but be excited about freelance work every single day. To listen to people’s memories from different countries and gather stories so I can tell them to my grandchildren. Do stuff that no one ever did before and be happy with so little. Enjoy life and every single moment I spend in a different country. That scares me so much. And that’s why I know it’s the right thing to do.

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Why “Die Mosel von Trier bis Koblenz” made me sad

There have been many posts in which I’ve said how much I adore postcrossing. I discovered the site so randomly, well, I didn’t even search for it. It just came to me by itself. If somebody asks, I still don’t know how I found out about postcrossing, but I know how much I love it and how much fun it brought me during these months. 

Today postcrossing made me sad. I received this beautiful postcard. One of the few long ones that I have, and also from Germany, a country that I love. 

Apparently, DE-5105480 is Jo’s last card, because he decided to close his postcrossing account in June 2016. This made me think…

How many times I’ve been sad and mail came. How many times I’ve checked my e-mail to find out people received my card and  it helped them. It’s such a nice feeling that the quotes I put inside the card helped them make the right decision and even months after, they keep messaging me to thank me over and over again. 

That’s why Jo, I love the card, but I am so sad it is your last one from postcrossing.I don’t know the reason, but I am really sorry people would no more have the opportunity to get such beautiful cards from Germany like I did today…

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Pencil art

One of the reasons why postcrossing is amazing!

US-3890452, from Tim. This is one of the best cards I got. It is “Boot” from Dalton M. Ghetti. That’s a boot carved out of the actual graphite of a carpenter’s pencil tip, using only a jeweler’s file, razor blade and a sewing needle, without the use of a magnifying glass. The piece took approximately 1 1/2 years to complete. It was finished in April 1996.

I love it so much! Thank you Tim!

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Trains always hide special stories

How many memories can one postcard from Scotland bring? How many waves with a hand from the window is this card from /u/DavesCardousel worth?

It reminded me of a trip when I was young. It was 2005, and I was 9 years old. I was going to a summer vacation with my grandparents to their village, Demir Kapija, which is far from Skopje some 110 kms. We were going by train.

I still remember the morning like it was yesterday. A 9-year-old girl, so excited about the summer that’s coming, I was running around the house and smiling, and telling stupid jokes, and telling everyone to hurry up, because we might just miss the train, even though we have probably 6 more hours until then. I couldn’t eat, and I always ate. A lot. Time passed so slowly, and I couldn’t do anything else then wait.

We went there finally, and I saw all the trains arriving and leaving all the time. It was so magical. All the locomotives doing those loud sounds that made me look with my eyes wide open. With my backpack on me, I was running from one side, till the other, catching the looks of people, looking people hugging each other, love birds waving at each other, wet shirts from wiped tears, a lot of promises that they’ll see each other soon. I saw it all. I saw a girl crying because her loved one went with that train. I could see it in her eyes. She hated the train. I know she did. I saw parents hugging each other as they saw their children leave. They hated the train too. Trains often mean goodbye. That’s why we hate them so much. But trains also mean new beginnings. And that is why I love them.

The trip to Demir Kapija was a brand new beginning for me. Three months to a place that I knew, but never spent more that a weekend there. Three months without my parents, and three months without my friends from school. It scared me, a lot, but I knew I’d love it. I sat inside, and there were three girls from abroad, going to Athens. One of them was sleeping, the other one was at the window, waving at people, and the third one I loved the most. She was coloring something in a coloring book. She was so uninterested in the other people. She was lost in her own world, and I saw myself there. I didn’t know much English then, I only knew a couple sentences, so I told her my name and age, and she told me hers too. I asked her in Macedonian if I can color too, and she looked me without being able to understand. I think she saw my eyes sparkling when I looked at the coloring book, so she just handed it to me. I couldn’t describe how happy I was. I started immediately, and lost myself. After a while, I stopped and she was sleeping, so I just putted the coloring book and pencils on the table on the sides, and went to see through the window.

Oh the nature my country hides… The green fields, full with grass, and the yellow fields with corn and wheat. I loved it. I was looking with my eyes wide open, I didn’t want to miss a single thing. Horses eating in the fields, donkeys and cows too. The river Vardar on the side too. I loved the wind going in my face, blowing my hair behind. I laughed so much. And I loved it. I knew then, that this summer would be great.

The girls, I never saw them again. I don’t even remember their names, except for the one with the coloring book. Una or Tuna… I know I might see them again, and never recognize them. And that’s okay. That’s a part of the destiny train trips bring. And that’s why I love them. Because at the end of the day, it’s not the name of the people that matters, but how they made you feel.

David, thank you!

Ivana

 

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