Author: Justina Kevi
-
Berlin + Buses + BFFs
During an eighteen-hour bus ride I found some time to reflect on matters deeper than how come the vast majority of movies on the bus TV are so shit. As the wheels of my Vilnius-Berlin bus were turning, not only did I watch Inception for the 4th time, but also I remembered a conversation I […]
-
“Quickly, to the Music Festival!”
Even before being forced to watch Yes Man, I had developed one of my “mottos”: When in doubt, say yes. I developed it very quickly and absolutely artificially: I wisely constructed it while filling my profile info at Hostelworld’s site. I don’t like the idea of having mottos, yet it seems that filling profile questionnaires […]
-
Nelijärve Series No.3: It’s Getting Less And Less Relevant
My last blog entry was painfully long. I admit that, I knew it as I was writing it, and thus I will try to keep this one short. Enough with the intro, let’s do this thing. Keyword here: ageism. In Nelijärve, we discussed sexism, racism, heterosexism and other types of –isms, however, ageism (discrimination or […]
-
Nelijärve Series No.2: Just Like James Blunt Says
Geographically, my blog entries make less and less sense each time. I wrote about Thailand when I was in India, finished my India entries at home, and now I am about to polish this post while waiting for my bus in Berlin. I saw a lot of beautiful people there. Let this sentence be the […]
-
Nelijärve Series No.1: Why Celine Dion Comes to Mind
This is neither any kind of déjà vu that you might be experiencing, nor it is horrible forgetfulness on my part. I have already written about a youth exchange project that took place in Estonia and…the super brief description of these upcoming entries could be exactly the same. However, this time its topic changed from […]
-
Heavy Music, Easy Life (, Lame Title)
More than two years ago – I still remember it clearly, like some kind of iconic summary of my newly emerging thoughts – I was lazily lying on a couchsurfer’s bed with my friend, chatting about the future. Among other worries we shared, one was clearly dominant. Our lives have been so interesting thus far. […]
-
Lithuania? Lithuania!
It’s not that difficult, I will claim, to discover something interesting and likable in a foreign place. “Uuuu, look at the temple”, “mmmm what is this food?”, and an occasional “woah, that is one good-looking guy…” come out of me more often when I’m not at home. Home is…well, home. What surprises can it possibly […]
-
When We Were Young: Once Upon a Time in the North (2)
Two words during our whole youth exchange time have gained special significance for all of us. They could proudly hold a triple title as they have become our not-so-holy Trinity: an inside joke, a grotesque image, and a synonym for boredom. But I shouldn’t jump ahead of myself. Let me ask you a question, as […]
-
When We Were Young: Once Upon a Time in the North (1)
I giggled a bit when a friend of mine suggested I should apply for a youth exchange project on eco-lifestyle that was supposed to take place in Estonia. It wasn’t the topic, nor was it the location. “Youth. Youth! The EU thinks I’m still young, ha!” Coz, you see, the age brackets promised an interesting […]
-
India! New Delhi: Free Drinks? OK!
To come back to Delhi after Rishikesh wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but that sort of immediate nostalgia for the Ganga and the mountains was quickly diminished by a very basic factor. Partying. You see, my couchsurfer guy and a cool bunch of his housemates and friends were a part of Delhi’s party scene, so […]
investigativeselfism 