My travels: Bieszczady Mountains. Expat Meditations.

You stand at the door into this land, looking over Lake Solina as it melts into the evening sky, and remember – this was the promise of forgotten dreams. Bieszczady Mountains, the magical land at the very end of Poland. For many, at the end of the world.   Green hills sink into the blue…

My travels: photoblog of sun; Artsakh

As I sit in my tiny office in a huge building in the North of Europe in a gloomy December (a lot of staring through the window at the end of the workday…), all I want is to daydream about is the sun, gently kissing the mountains of Nagorno-Karabakh (a disputed region between Armenia and Azerbajan,…

My travels: Dnipro, Ukraine – in photos

Dnipro in Ukrainian, Dnieper translated to English: the European river on the East side of Europe. Far, eastern side of the world from the Western European perspective – in the land undiscovered yet by random tourists, especially with the conflict on the Eastern borders of Ukraine rumbling surprisingly close to this huge river. Fear not, Dnipro…

My travels: Dubno, Ukraine. Arcadia; paradise lost.

In Dubno, town in Western Ukraine, in the middle of the hot summer day, walking between the walls of the huge defensive castle, I was suddenly hit with that tangible, nearly physical feeling of nostalgia… *** As usual with the most interesting discoveries on our travel paths, Dubno was a pure coincidence. We were trying to…

My Travels: Tunnel of Love, Tunnel of Fear. Klevan, Ukraine.

The location of my next travel story is somewhat unusual: in June 2016, as we were making our way through Ukraine, seeing as much as possible in three weeks of this amazing, huge country, we decided to visit the place called “Tunel Kohanya” – the Tunnel of Love. Even before we got there, me and my partner had…

My travels: Goris, Armenia. Where the time stopped.

Onto the first travel, down the southern Armenian path, up the mountains…
Let me take you down, cause I am going to strawberry fields… or rather, pear gardens.

This is my very first impression of the town of Goris in the south of Armenia… Golden honey-like sweetness: pears handed to us through metal fences, still warm either from the hot Caucasus sun, or human hands holding them gently…

The most beautiful gifts of the “herbstal” season of heart.

This is something that started about two weeks ago. On the wave of spiritual inspirations and beautiful music from RUAH concert of Michael Patrick Kelly, my life started to fill in with conversations about the deepest meaning of human life. I found myself talking about faith and love, limits of faith and limits of hope,…

Love Letter to a friend: You make my world become alive.

My friend, I am not one, who finds comfort in material objects. When I look at paintings, books and blankets in my home, I rarely see anything other than the physical world. Comfortable and secure – but cold. I know that for some people, all these little things and trinkets have a meaning, each one…

Goodbye, 2016, thank you for your gifts

You have been a wonderful year of travel and spiritual explorations for me, as well as the year of deepening my relationships and loves with people already in my life – and finding new friends. I am so grateful to each and every one of people that crossed my path this year, helpful strangers in…

Expat hopscotch in Dublin, Ireland: reflections in life past.

I spent last four days trying out my old skin – putting it on, seeing if it still fits. This was the first time since moving away from Ireland to Germany that I flew back there to visit and remember. Reflections awakened by the experience of being there prompted this little post, as well as…