Have you ever been to Russia, guys? I haven’t. I want to go. Basically, I want to go to all the places I haven’t been, which makes sense, right? It makes sense to me 🙂
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Thanks to Larisa, I got this amazing card from Sochi, Russia. I love it because it’s unusual to me. It is the entrance of the famous Sochi Park, and it reminds me of the place I lived when I was in France in the summer 2014. Larisa says a lot of rare plants grow there, and I love that fact. It is so beautiful, and green, and colorful, and I love it!
Maybe you remember my post about how I want to become a flower, or a fairy. I got lucky by getting another postcard connected to flowers, this time from Finland. I decided to post it now, because today is a special day. The day of the planet Earth.
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Tiina made me remember of flowers again, how lovely they are and how much love they have and share. The whole postcard was filled with flowers, the front, the back, the lovely stamps from flowers from Finland. I can’t forget about the cute cat. It’s impossible hehe .
Today is the day of the planet Earth. It’s not just that. It’s the day of the living stings, the day of the nature, the day of the people. If this planet didn’t exist, we wouldn’t be here right now, and I wouldn’t be writing this, you wouldn’t be reading this.
It is true, and we often forget it. WE DON’T HAVE OTHER PLANET. It’s the only one that we can live in. Let’s overwhelm it with flowers and trees, and a lot of green plants. Let’s make every single building surrounded with colors and fresh smell of nature.
Let’s be happy people, and let’s share our happiness with other people too. Don’t wait for Monday, or January the first. Start now! Go out in the green park, talk to a stranger, give a flower to a random girl, help an old lady cross the street. Forget about evil for a second. No, forget about evil for a year. Share happiness, and happiness will come to you. Be the person you always wanted to be, and I promise, you will fill satisfied and fulfilled.
I was looking at this postcard and I though, I want to be a fairy. But something else happened meanwhile…
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I saw my high-school teacher yesterday at the book fair. She told me a story that happened at her class. A girl took a flower, and destroyed it with her pen. She had a bad day, she said. And that was all her explanation. My teacher is just like me. She does care about things that some people find as irrelevant. She cares about what people think and feel, and why they feel that way. What made them think this or that way, and why do they act or don’t act at all.
She is so curious, about our feelings, our thoughts, about life. She asks a lot of questions, and I love having those conversations with her. She was wondering why would someone want to destroy a flower.
Now I am looking at the picture again, and I’m thinking… I don’t want to be a fairy anymore. I want to be a flower.
Yes, I might get destroyed with that pen. Yes, I can’t fly like the fairy has. But I will still be gentle and shy, and beautiful. I will remain untouched by nature, and I will shine. I will give love back when others give me love, and I will smell good. I will be rare, and who knows, maybe I’ll get destroyed faster than the other ones.
And then again, IÂ maybe want to be a fairy too. I don’t even know myself.They both seem so gentle and shy and precious. They both seem to be peaceful and caring, and they both seem to have wings, real or imaginary ones. Either way, I would be spreading love and enjoy life without a worry. Either way, I will be happy.
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.
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.
