Thursday, December 1, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
When People Leave
When people leave
A house stands still
With only wind breathing by
We are in Budapest...
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
In Memory of T.V.S.
I just had a call from Moscow that a woman who was a major influence in my life passed away in France.
She was a director and a founder of the school I used to work in; an excellent teacher she became my mentor and,later, my friend.
She always pushed the boundaries; regular rules didn’t apply much to her. From the moment I met her during the job interview, she fascinated me. At that time she was 43 – the age when most women in my country used to look tired and genderless. She looked fit, stylish and full of life. Her spirit visibly bubbled with energy.
She touched so many lives around her by simply posing questions, prompting people to search for answers. She taught me how to think and how to teach; she taught me how to conquer my fears and how to laugh at myself. In sense she brought me to life as a person.
Her life was so full of adventures – a teacher, a linguist, a published poet, a founder of a school,creator of the travel agency, an editor of a newspaper. It is hard to imagine that all that stopped now. She would have been 64 next month.
Long ago when I was leaving Moscow she said “Thank you for everything. Be happy, my little one”.
That is what I want to say now, “Thank you for everything, T.”
She was a director and a founder of the school I used to work in; an excellent teacher she became my mentor and,later, my friend.
She always pushed the boundaries; regular rules didn’t apply much to her. From the moment I met her during the job interview, she fascinated me. At that time she was 43 – the age when most women in my country used to look tired and genderless. She looked fit, stylish and full of life. Her spirit visibly bubbled with energy.
She touched so many lives around her by simply posing questions, prompting people to search for answers. She taught me how to think and how to teach; she taught me how to conquer my fears and how to laugh at myself. In sense she brought me to life as a person.
Her life was so full of adventures – a teacher, a linguist, a published poet, a founder of a school,creator of the travel agency, an editor of a newspaper. It is hard to imagine that all that stopped now. She would have been 64 next month.
Long ago when I was leaving Moscow she said “Thank you for everything. Be happy, my little one”.
That is what I want to say now, “Thank you for everything, T.”
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Talking in Photos
And thus making this...
Confession: Part of being bored is creative exaggeration. I just wanted to use food art photos.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
A tale of a Carpet.
Under the banner of "Get organized, you will be leaving Baku in four months" I bought a carpet. Not just a carpet, but my first carpet ever. Considering that we have been living in Azerbaijan, where carpet business is huge - I am a late bloomer. I usually look at carpets, listen to the sellers' stories and then go home empty handed. This time a fish design of a carpet caught my eye and in my mind fish = happiness = freedom = good luck.
"Well", I said, "I'll take it home, to try it out" (Here you can do such thing - take an object (a carpet, painting) home to live with it for awhile, to see it in a different light.)
I put it on the floor and realized that it had to stay. And that is how the "Fish" carpet found its home.
"Well", I said, "I'll take it home, to try it out" (Here you can do such thing - take an object (a carpet, painting) home to live with it for awhile, to see it in a different light.)
I put it on the floor and realized that it had to stay. And that is how the "Fish" carpet found its home.
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