Tuesday, 25 June 2013

Wayfarer in the UK



     Wow, it's been over a year!
     I hope you are still enjoying your Danish adventure, people.
Well, Poland didn't work for us, so we are on the road again. This time back to UK. We didn't have energy to go back to Copenhagen, it was too much the last time we tried.
     Here is the blog from my adventures in UK (I say "my", because Tania is still home in Poland, waiting for me to sort out some basic survival conditions)
      Have a read:
http://wayfarerintheuk.blogspot.co.uk/

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Let's go then

 












artwork by Tania

     So - in about two hours we are on our way back home. I'm so relieved!:) There is a whole spring waiting for us, and summer and fall too. My beatiful mountains in May - there is nothing more beautiful. Spruce forests, silver river with dancing fish, deer, rabbits, chopping wood at morning, playing cards with my brothers, sitting in front of the fireplace. Fuck city and well paid western jobs, with all those smug people thinking that you are so bloody fortunate to be able to join them in this western "paradise":)
     So then in August the retreat with our spiritual master, Tripurari Swami. We've been waiting for it since last year - all those lectures, long talks with friends, walks in the mountains.
     And then... Camino de Santiago, second edition! In September we are going to walk the Pilgrim's Way again. We were not planning it, but since we did it the first time, it was always in our dreams. So we got some unexpected tax return and we decided to use the money for the trip. Have you heard about that, guys? It's an amazing experience, look it up. Here are some pictures from our first Camino.
     And the the winter - long evenings, twenty below zero, fireplace, reading, writing (maybe I'll manage to finish my book I left unfinished when I came here).
     Let's see what future brings. Thank you all for following me, I wish you all the best, and good bye. Stranger in Copenhagen is going to be stranger somewhere else:)

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Good bye Copenhagen














     So the Copenhagen adventure has come to the end. We decided to take off, it just wasn't working for us. We handed the notices in our jobs, and we are going by the end of April. I'm so looking forward to the spring time in my home place - family, friends, mountains, river, forest, no regular job - apart from the wood chopping and gardening, ah, what a dream:). Just one month to go.
Probably I will miss Copenhagen in few months, but right now I'm happy to leave.
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     Recently I started to learn bodhran - Irish drum. I love it:) Tania and housemates are not sharing my enthusiasm, but I'm not blaming them, it's a noisy instrument, and I'm just a beginner:P

Sunday, 12 February 2012

Whiskey in the jar - ukulele cover

Today just a song. I think I will dive into the Irish stuff for a while, I need that light, frolicking vibe:)

Monday, 6 February 2012

Hejo

1. Hello guys. I removed my facebook account. What a relief! Inspired by the first step, I removed my blogs too (there is like 7 of them, or so), but then I realized, I need to leave some connection with the outside world. At least for a while. I try to get back to the simplicity from the times before internet. It's not easy, but I think it can be done. So I revived Stranger and my Polish blog, garsc-drobnych.blogspot.com.

2. Inspired by Amalie, tomorrow my wife and me, we are going to buy lot of bird food and we'll try to save some of those small, noisy inhabitants of Copenhagen. The poor creatures are dying by thousands because of this weather. So if you have some extra money and time, please, help them as much as you can, please! It doesn't cost much. In most of the supermarkets you can find those edible balls, you can hang on the trees.

3. Today I have a day off, so I recorded my ukulele cover of this great Bob Dylan's song - Masters of War. Here it is.



See you

Saturday, 31 December 2011

The New Year's post


Artwork by Tania

So… the New Year’s post.
How was the 2011? Saying ‘crappy’ would be a great simplification. In some way it was the worst year in my life. The outside world wasn’t too friendly but my own mind gave me a proper thrashing too (bastard). On the other hand it was good. I’ve learned a lot about myself, become richer (alas, only spiritually:)… But let’s ‘itemize’.

- It started kind of ok. Still home in Poland, but running out of savings with an amazing speed. After few months of chilling out (after the Bristol era) I begun to realize that nothing had materialized; no miraculous source of income, no one discovered my talents, no splendid heritage falling from the sky. It meant that soon I'd had to look for work again. Long hours of boring or exhausting (most likely both) job, problems with a boss, short, feverish weekends – all of that was about to come back in this or that form.

- My knee got messed up by excessive exercise. I spent a fortune on a treatment (not covered by insurance). Didn’t help. Savings shrunk even faster.

- In March we moved to Copenhagen. It was actually something I was looking forward too. We used to love the place and I was happy to come back after seven years. Pretty soon we crashed on the wall of bureaucracy and indifference. Looooong days spent in the offices, hostility of clerks, housing problems, financial problems (debts, debts, and then more debts).

- And eventually: May – the nervous breakdown. I shattered like a broken bottle of cheap, sour wine. Basically it happened from day to day. On Monday I was kind of ok; just a stressed, tired guy, on Tuesday I woke up trembling, terrified and completely lost. Man in pieces.

- June - finally we found a place to live! Little room in Valby. Not a chateau, but we could move on, and that was such a relief.

- Still no work. Fortunately Tania had a part time job, so we could kind of sustain ourselves (hardly).

- July – the highlight of the year – we went to a spiritual retreat to meet for a first time the person who was inspiring us for years with his lectures, books, letters. It was an amazing experience. Both me and Tania, we got initiated and filled with hopes for better times.

- August – the inspiration worn off quickly. It’s not easy to hold a head in the stars, when there is not much to put on the stove. The anxiety and panic attacks are back.

- September – I’m starting job as a chef. Of course I’m happy to have some income at last. But the hard work in a steamy kitchen and long shifts aren’t exactly what my nerves need. Anyway, it’s not that bad. I can cope.

- Work, work, work, anxiety, ukulele, work, anxiety, work, ukulele...

- November - successful knee surgery.

- Less anxiety. Then even lesser. Ukulele. Little more anxiety. Then little less...

- We finished paying off the debts (yay!!).

- And here I am – January the 1st, 2012.

That was a bloody long year, I’m telling you. But I’m glad. Tania is still here, so am I, so are our hopes, dreams, small Christmas tree with the handmade ornaments, new songs I’ve learned, some faith, couple of old bikes, new recipes, old peccadillos, new Tarot deck*…

Anyway, enough about me. Happy New Year to all of you, guys! Let's hope it will be a good one. I'm pretty sure, it will. But I'm a fool, so don't take it for granted.

*I don’t know if any of you, Tarot lovers, are reading it, but u must check out the Shadowscapes Tarot. The most beautiful deck, I’ve ever used.

Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Ukulele stuff

For the last month or so I'm exploring the ukulele world. I'm enjoying it so much, it's been a great escape from the everyday problems. It's a lovely, not too difficult instrument, good medicine for the shattered nerves. Here are some videos, I've done lately. Crappy quality, my voice...yhmmm, but whatever, I share anyway:)





Friday, 16 December 2011

Stars are getting friendlier


Artwork by Tania

Small, inspiring changes happening lately. Few things contributed. The first is the book I’m reading lately, “Self-help for your Nerves” by Dr Claire Weeks. A short, simple book about dealing with the anxiety disorder. I wish I stumbled upon it few months ago when I was really in the dark ditch, but on the other hand I’m happy about the road I walked. I feel kind of proud, like a young Sioux after a Rite of Passage. The journey is still not finished but I feel much more confident and strong.

So – the book – great help. Then two other things happened in a row. First I found out that three short stories I sent in the spring for a competition got a honourable mention. Well, I would be more happy if I found myself standing on the podium of winners, but still it was a nice surprise.

The next day I was contacted by a literary magazine I sent some short stories to. They liked them and want to publish it (they printed two of my stories before). What I really liked was that after saying that they want to publish it, they asked me if I've written something else this year, because they would love to read it. It felt so nice. Unfortunately last year wasn’t good for my creativity – changing the country, health problems, financial mess and mental tribulations left me without much energy and inspiration, so I wasn’t really writing anything suitable for print. Still I sent them some of my old stuff, let’s see if they like it.

Basically life is getting better. Some years ago I sent my details to a well known Vedic astrologer and he said that in the beginning of 2012 the influence of bad stars constellations will fade away and my position will become stronger. I’m looking forward to it:)

Anyway – thanks guys for sticking around, it means a lot to me. Also I want to thank people supporting me during last months – Tania, Tripurari Swami, Bart, Anton, Sita, Atma, Colleen, mom, and many others - I haven't mentioned all of you by name but you know who you are.
Loves

Saturday, 10 December 2011

Morning, evening - First Days 3


La rumba del fin del mundo by ? on Grooveshark
26.03.2011

I’m chilling out at Højbro Plads. I have a doctor visit at five, the ultrasound of liver, it’s been bothering me lately. I’ve still got few hours, but I went out earlier, so I could be alone for a while, have some time to think, to breath. Last few weeks were really stressful, and I can feel that my mood is changing, I’m too sensitive, too touchy, too anxious. Well, let’s try to find a peace in this chaos. It’s not easy, and the health problems are not helping. I started to smoke again. Right now not too much, but I will probably smoke more. Whenever I’m in the transition, I pick up smoking. It helps me to relive the tension.

I like to be in a crowd. I feel like being one of many. It’s easier to distance myself from myself. I look at young people – loud, self-confident, laughing without reflection, but enjoying (I'm not criticizing, youth has its rights). Also I’m looking for the grey heads. They are reconciled with the passing of time, and it calms me down. I feel safe in the company of this simplest of wisdoms – the one arising from the old age, from the awareness of being in the last chapter. It doesn’t require any special level of understanding. It’s enough to listen to your inner voice. Right now I’m in the transition from the youth which ignores the reality of passing time, to the maturity, preceding the shy, lost old age.

I had to move to the sunshine, it’s cold, after all it’s still march. I’m sitting by the fountain (the one with cranes and frogs), someone dropped a glass in the café (jingling, musical sound), pretty brunette with a full, shapely rump and high heels slowly passed by, a Gypsy lady asked me for some change, a smell of garlic from the kebab kiosk, the dirty, tired rastas are laying on the street and eating something ugly, asking pedestrians for cigarettes, two young, sad gays are holding hands and whispering secrets to each other, the pigeons are hopping to get something from me, but I have nothing, sorry guys.
Despite of the gloves my fingers are frozen, pretty soon I’ll have to hide in the library.
The dirty rastas have got up, put on the Green Peace jackets and started to hunt people with their survey forms. And I thought they were street urchins. What a disappointment. Well, maybe they are, but only part time?

* * *

I’m sitting at Ryparken station, waiting for Tania. We are going to the show, Ruth Anna is going to perform with her group (I’ve got no idea what).
It’s dark already, the trains are going past, one by one, there are lights of starting airplanes in the sky, on the right a big football pitch; blurred figures are running with an invisible ball, their shouts are echoing in the dark, blending with the train announcements. Sharp wind, my face hurts, I pull up the collar, pull the hood over my face and keep writing.
In the change, in the never-ending journeys, maladjustment, the unquenched urge to seek something better, we can grasp the flash of what life is. Constant transformation, struggle between life and death, endless kaleidoscope of roles. All this change means loneliness. We are always trying to fill the empty spot, attempting to cure ourselves by making friends, creating families and stuff, forgetting that we are just passengers…
It’s important to be in motion – in this way we can stay focused on the important things. But here is a problem – are we objective or biased in our judgment? And what objectivity is anyway?

The Tania’s train is pulling into station. See you, man.

Friday, 9 December 2011

Looking for home - First Days 2


Artwork by Tania

17.03.2011

When I scrambled out of the bus, with all my luggage and accordion, it was still dark outside. I was too tired to be happy to arrive. Twenty four hours journey can drain of emotions. Still I felt something (or I tried). The familiar view of the Hovedbanegården and the bicycle path I used to dash trough on my bike few years back, made me nostalgic-optimistic.
I almost got run over by a bike, while getting of the bus.
I took out Joachim’s phone number, but then I put it back to the pocket; it was too early to call anyone. I decided to get a coffee and a doughnut.
So. What is waiting for me here? I don’t mean the obvious experiences like looking for an apartment, bike, job, etc. What is waiting deeper? What will change inside? Who will I meet, what will I do? How will my life look in a month or a year?

* * *

I like Joachim’s and Matias’ apartment. Dirty, cold cubby-hole in the attic, musical instruments and old cameras scattered around, rusty pot-bellied stove, hardly giving any warmth, the wind howling trough the gaps between shutters. I know I can feel at ease. The guys seem to be friendly and open minded. Joachim offered me a scrambled egg, bread, tea and some tobacco. He said I can stay as long as I want to. Seeing my crappy sleeping bag, he gave me something better and tossed in a cushion. He left me the keys to the apartment, wished me a good luck and left.
Soon I realized there is no bathroom in the flat (no shower!? Ouch!), there is only a small privy outside. And that’s the centre of Copenhagen, Vesterbrogade. That’s why I love Copenhagen. No irony here – I sincerely appreciate this contempt for XXI century. But it doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to use a jar. There is no way I’m walking out in the middle of the night, if I happen to be in need. In the morning I will just pour it out of the window, as it used to be done in the middle ages. Fuck, yeah:)
So I found myself in my first stop. So far everything is friendly and interesting. I’m always ashamed when I meet people showing pure generosity and selflessness, like that, no endeavour. I feel embarrassed because I need to make an effort to be like this, it doesn’t come naturally, it’s more like a conscious decision.

* * *

In the afternoon when I came from the library it turned out that Joachim fixed me up with a bicycle. When I say “fixed up” I don’t mean “stole”, but “found”. I think. I didn’t penetrate it further.
It was nice to have two wheels again. I mounted my girl (all bikes are girls to me) and set off to the city. The chain was wheezing and clattering as it was about to die, but still it was amazing to rush trough the Copenhagen illuminated by cars, neon lights, shop displays, in the crowd of other bikers. Fast, free, safe.

* * *

Joachim – short, chunky, curly grey hair, dark-blue eyes. In some way sad, bit absent, but still has an excellent, sarcastic sense of humour. On the one hand he seems lonely (“I don’t have many girlfriends, but when I do, I’m serious”), on the other, he has many friends, they know each other for years, they are like a tribe, family. He says that he would never give that away. He has a funny hat. Thick, old, felt, narrowing in the front. Like the Robin Hood’s hat, only much uglier and grey.

Matias – tall, skinny, blond, walking in a funny, clumsy way, like a teenager. There is always a mocking smile on his face. Narrow eyes, shinny, full of picaresque sparks. The girls must like him. The first impression – merry joker, good friend to the friends, jokingly ruthless to others. Very intelligent, well read. When we talked about good movies, he knew all the actors, directors, titles. Joachim wasn’t interested. For him all of it is “blah, blah, blah”.

* * *

Tania called me. She’s worried, misses me, waiting for something to come up.
I checked out few flats. Expensive, ugly, boring. Disaster.
In the evening Joachim and his band had a rehearsal in the apartment. After two hours of Balkan rhythms I started a chat with Simon, and he might know a place in Herlev. The apartment is in the basement but as he says, it’s quite good, and apparently cheap. He will talk with the landlady and let me know. I feel that might be my home.

* * *

I went to see Ruth. Seven years ago she was my best friends here. She lives close to Christiania in a container shed (looks better then it sounds). She works as a dance teacher. That’s so her. We talked about our lives, turbulences, changes. We had a fresh mint tea and I had a first shower in few days! So nice. Before I left she gave me a key and said I can come whenever I want, to do laundry, take a shower or check the email.

* * *

The evening with the guys. First we sat in the kitchen. Talked, listened to a music (I played reggae, they can’t stand, they played punk and hard core, which I’m not a big fan), smoked weed. Then they persuaded me to go to a concert with them. We got our bikes and dashed to Christiania, using shortcuts known only to the natives. The concert was in Opera. Very soon Matias disappeared in the arms of some pretty girl, so it was only Joachim and me. We started to buy rounds for each other, and in the meantime he was introducing me to his friends (I lost count very quickly). The concert wasn’t too good, but I still enjoyed it. It was nice to see that young people do something. There are places in Europe where they are just passive and stupid, like a lazy cattle.
I didn’t stay all night. Maybe I’m getting old. After few hours I lost my enthusiasm, and started to think only about a warm sleeping bag. I slipped out. I couldn’t find the damn shortcut we took to get there. It seemed that all the paths were overgrown. Maybe they open up only for the locals? You need to know the spell? I took the major streets.