Book Reviews
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!
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.
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.
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!
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.
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…
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
