Investigative Selfism

That’s it. It’s September. I’m in Budapest, there are several articles printed out – in the greenest format possible, no worries – on my desk awaiting to be read, coffee to be drunk just to get me in the mood of studying, and Facebook opened just to sabotage that futile…

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…

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…

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.…

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…

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…

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.…

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…