I was in Germany for 3 weeks for Summer Youthcamp, held by Goethe Institut! I finally landed in Frankfurt Airport. It was early in the morning when i landed. From Frankfurt Airport, we met Goethe-Team who directly brought us to a small lovely city called Schlitz. The whole town in a sight! This is taken from the tower in the center of Schlitz. On the last day, i talked to my self the thing that always pops in my mind when it's the time to say goodbye; it feels just like yesterday i got here then i gotta wake up today, packing my bag, and go to the airport, and leaving. And by the wings of the airplane that ready to take off and the sun that slowly went down, i bid this beautiful country a goodbye. And i flew even further. "Die drei Wochen hier mit Euch waren wunderschön. Vielen Dank für die unvergessliche Zeit, kommt alle gut nach Hause, lasst uns in Kontakt bleiben un...
There is nothing much preferably done in winter than waking up between 11 to 12 AM to a warm cup of coffee without thinking it as one of the greatest guilty pleasures in life. To be sorry is a very humble thing, but I wonder if it's at all necessary. To never feel sorry or to never having to say sorry might very well be a good challenge to take on as a new year resolution, which comes soon enough to be pressure. It might not be as hard if you just hear it once, but to never have to say "sorry" requires you to be always right and to be always right means not more than to never do wrong and there are two ways to never do wrong in life: 1. To behave just exactly the way society expects you to behave 2. To never regret every little detail that you decide to do The latest one has somehow made its way to be "in" nowadays, mostly in the West. I personally think that this is a beautiful way to live the life. Nevertheless, a tricky one because we tend to forget the reas...
Margaret Wise Brown once wrote a beautiful story called The Runaway Bunny: Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, “I am running away!” “If you run away,” said his mother, “I will run after you. For you are my little bunny.” “If you run after me,” said the little bunny, “I will become a fish in a trout stream and I will swim away from you.” “If you become a fish in a trout stream,” said his mother, “I will become a fisherman and I will fish for you.” “If you become a fisherman,” said the little bunny, “I will become a rock on the mountain high above you.” “If you become rock on the mountain high above me,” said his mother, “I will be a mountain climer, and I will climb to where you are.” “If you become a mountain climber,” said the little bunny, “I will be a crocus in a hidden garden.” “If you become a crocus in a hidden garden,” said his mother, “I will become a gardener and I will find you.” “If you bec...
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