Investigative Selfism

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…

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…