tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17286375306883430862024-03-13T12:07:02.971-07:00My little joys of livingMemories and moments of yet another Lithuanian in London. Both in English and Lithuanian.JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comBlogger171125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-41309253233085142512022-12-30T15:02:00.012-08:002022-12-30T15:23:56.620-08:00Summa Summarum 2022-iesiems<p>Kaip apibūdinti metus, kai PAGALIAU įsigyji būstą, PAGALIAU po aštuonerių metų gyvenimo svetur aplanko dalis šeimos, PAGALIAU turi augintinį, PAGALIAU 'iš lempos' be jokių ten asmeninių karjeros tobulėjimo planų pakelia algą, PAGALIAU nuvažiuoji į Amsterdamą ir aplankai du naujus regionus UK.</p><p>Tuo pačiu, kada PAGALIAU baigsis šis absoliučiai beprasmiškas, beširdžio liguistos vaizduotės narcizo sukeltas karas? Kada baigsis lietis kraujas tautos, kurios atmintis jau perpildyta kančios? Kada pasaulio vadeliotojai supras, kad be visų kitų žaizdų žemė 2022-ais įgijo dar vieną žaizdą, sopančią, pūliuojančią, negyjančią? Kiek dar mirčių ir skausmo pareikalaus tai, kas išlaisvėjusiame dvidešimt pirmame amžiuje jau turėtų būti akivaizdu? Ir štai ateina ponai į svetimą dvarą, išpuoselėtą ir išmylėtą, ir savo pachmielingais balseliais sako, kad jis visada buvo mūsų... </p><p>Prieš mėnesį pietavau su drauge, kurios tėvai arti karo (kuris, tiesa, niekada nebuvo tik konfliktas...). Kaip tik tuo metu jų apylinkėse ėmė trūkinėti elektros tiekimas, bet buvus nebuvus ta elektra, kol yra 'duraselių' ir Kalėdinių girliandų. 'Ir šventiška, ir šviesu!'. Tai tokią tautą apipelijusių uniformų zombiai bando užkariauti. Kaip ir nelygios jėgos, tad prie visų grandiozinių 2023-ųjų metų planų norėtųsi pridėti 'nusivesti M. į restoraną švęsti laisvės'. </p><p>Ir vis tik pirminis ir svarbiausias dalykas šiame džiaugsmų ir širdį veriančių žinių kontekste yra nepamesti savęs. 'You can not pour from an empty cup' kaip sakė Z. ir aš galiu tik pritarti ir to palinkėti. Sau ir kitiems, nes niekada nežinai, kas už kampo, bet visų pirma reikia turėti jėgų tą kampą prieiti. Ne pervargus priropoti ar prišliaužti, bet tiesia nugara, tvirtu žingsniu ir pakelta galva PRIEITI.</p><p>O čia kažkada pradėtos, vėliau nutrūkusios, dabar atgaivintos metų apžvalgos tradicija, kol galvoje skamba toji 'Maaaagic moments, when we are togeeeether':</p><p>2022 m. sausis:</p><p>Sausio antrą išėjau pabėgioti ir Temzė ties Wapping atrodė kažkokia pranašiška:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzPHhPiosoQS1Gc4_CemYuOfbSrTAKk-6hAfh3L5a9jBaBn7gq_DjIHeOomYvFGEc5Z8bWu8NxEZ5MjwwFNdA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p>Šiaip karantino metu gerokai pabodusių Temzės pakrančių ilgiuosi. Bet ar keisčiau trijų kambarių kotedžą su sodu užmiestyje į vieno kambario nuomojamą butuką prie Temzės? Ne.</p><p>Lempa-mėnulis-saulėlydis mūsų Gun Place:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisv8rAgtx1TJPVM4-8aCBd0V_XMx_UN3bqVDE24-3kKuxEzVnToLpuKF1_FbWYTdKOUjHMqsU5ccqCfHbMpNjIBeC1FRkYx6Ax9G7khta5kkq-Dm2EpJw-ci55jNM0vWrXese3IKwhE77fOFirF_Z5On7SAFtoTsP9iPdN74cLfhMkQkFrsvFFekF7/s1242/22%20gun.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisv8rAgtx1TJPVM4-8aCBd0V_XMx_UN3bqVDE24-3kKuxEzVnToLpuKF1_FbWYTdKOUjHMqsU5ccqCfHbMpNjIBeC1FRkYx6Ax9G7khta5kkq-Dm2EpJw-ci55jNM0vWrXese3IKwhE77fOFirF_Z5On7SAFtoTsP9iPdN74cLfhMkQkFrsvFFekF7/s320/22%20gun.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Sausio šeštą atėjom. Pamatėm namą, kurio norėjo dar apie 15 šeimų. Parašėm savo 'gib house' pasiūlymą. Mid-terrace, ne stebuklingas, pakeitėm stogą ir tinkai vis pabyra, bet labai juk mielas tas apvalus langelis, ar ne?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpakMSzMg2Kf0zkC9FePeXmW0m5a8ekGPk8FGQVsLKFqXXJBb2UjoF3wTQbEgtAGW40QGkMzSgUT-vq99YdgEXH0jQUdB3OGhQYFGztRTXQ0c5TG6QgIg0d67mJGDVFzuewsFIpbgDPx7jkn90FiWT-A1SJgj2qlrQ9itqd6lh-t0jcFj_kG-uWxf/s1024/HOME.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpakMSzMg2Kf0zkC9FePeXmW0m5a8ekGPk8FGQVsLKFqXXJBb2UjoF3wTQbEgtAGW40QGkMzSgUT-vq99YdgEXH0jQUdB3OGhQYFGztRTXQ0c5TG6QgIg0d67mJGDVFzuewsFIpbgDPx7jkn90FiWT-A1SJgj2qlrQ9itqd6lh-t0jcFj_kG-uWxf/s320/HOME.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>vasaris:</p><p>Pirkimo procesai būna nuostabūs dar ir tuo, kad gali savaites nežinoti, kas vyksta, ir tada per vakarą pasirašyti visus dokumentus. Streso malšinimas kepant ir dekoruojant sausainius, taip pratęsiant mano ir Z. kasmetinę tradiciją.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0My4Nm1xdtz3NldC1YyiqsLNUG3B_nzDlzKImK7QKGrNi7h9un_LZbeXph-triJu-Afd3cMR9RynRt4-7EdOoCG4Ph9pKW_pt2tfYnHxRWVYoo-15rZIosFL_Luj2KreRHjKns4TJR0fvHTzqKxxaKq6E0F-DzGgUxTqKtsM15eGmo22hpzg6M-4M/s1242/COOKIES.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1160" data-original-width="1242" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0My4Nm1xdtz3NldC1YyiqsLNUG3B_nzDlzKImK7QKGrNi7h9un_LZbeXph-triJu-Afd3cMR9RynRt4-7EdOoCG4Ph9pKW_pt2tfYnHxRWVYoo-15rZIosFL_Luj2KreRHjKns4TJR0fvHTzqKxxaKq6E0F-DzGgUxTqKtsM15eGmo22hpzg6M-4M/s320/COOKIES.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Stresas nevaikšto vienas, o mano atveju į draugiją jis pasiima mano nugaros išvaržas ir pasidaro balių vardu 'sciatica' arba sėdimojo nervo uždegimas. Vasario 14-tą geriausios gėlės buvo:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDuE_n62d_zGjR2EWpdUQMv1kbtGYhqjxXNqWgV1wBQsiI4LXu-GS6yos-tGNIBFNJzED2lXYZFwcIO4c9av1891zBmiA9q5YVAic6CCS7gDxOw2yVuOs1RW6x20urmdvWCQIQ42E-5vuspTg5kz-n6zWBZAbI0WzY5Q2joKbC083qYyCL4j7Z5wgL/s1656/322133120_896848421470322_2295823801376398229_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDuE_n62d_zGjR2EWpdUQMv1kbtGYhqjxXNqWgV1wBQsiI4LXu-GS6yos-tGNIBFNJzED2lXYZFwcIO4c9av1891zBmiA9q5YVAic6CCS7gDxOw2yVuOs1RW6x20urmdvWCQIQ42E-5vuspTg5kz-n6zWBZAbI0WzY5Q2joKbC083qYyCL4j7Z5wgL/s320/322133120_896848421470322_2295823801376398229_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>Antrasis uždegimas gyvenant UK, kai sąmoningai negeri vandens, nes kiekvienas atsikėlimas iš lovos prilygsta raudai. Tik šį kartą GP jau nesakė, kad esu per jauna turėti išvaržas ir išsigalvoju (yay, bent kažkas pozityvaus senstant!), gavau vaistų ir nusprendžiau nesikreipti fizioterapijai, nes laukti kelis mėnesius ne man, bet imti reikalus į savo rankas kiek įmanoma yra man. Ir pasirodo 'sciatica's' reikia tiesiog... išstovėti, ar tai prie duonkepėstalio ar prie modernaus pakeliamo stalo...</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNEA9-71AP2kjCv9k_S2zlJcFnsRtOqyeOLcy3yoQ_Id_H2X73DV6GvF15PGWk-2q_7_067PGKxR--N83A2NXslU9LUlt8erjhy85LpCE5tpbczLE3MgCIVn_aNDTdzzdnsr38hJRzaIXb3k9gsmR3LVA1V4YgbbTaAFx3g-ER-2VUU5fqrHXW7Oq/s2048/makeshift%20standing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNEA9-71AP2kjCv9k_S2zlJcFnsRtOqyeOLcy3yoQ_Id_H2X73DV6GvF15PGWk-2q_7_067PGKxR--N83A2NXslU9LUlt8erjhy85LpCE5tpbczLE3MgCIVn_aNDTdzzdnsr38hJRzaIXb3k9gsmR3LVA1V4YgbbTaAFx3g-ER-2VUU5fqrHXW7Oq/s320/makeshift%20standing.jpg" width="180" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejx8c6OK6Y-N-gB2HtavgRbQyULWcil_b6YFydQcZivV9xA2xOeLHNipLjhHr4SiJIv5HUqQFRI9FfMBzlT_-7NEktbjpPOGFPLFZaY19pZLee1R0Xxg5uHAT3V9nP15NpLCK1kCWLpKZPrKXUbEqNnOvlxCK__HcQzTkJsAuGEvbdpd5erDJ0sda/s1656/finally%20no%20duonkepe.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejx8c6OK6Y-N-gB2HtavgRbQyULWcil_b6YFydQcZivV9xA2xOeLHNipLjhHr4SiJIv5HUqQFRI9FfMBzlT_-7NEktbjpPOGFPLFZaY19pZLee1R0Xxg5uHAT3V9nP15NpLCK1kCWLpKZPrKXUbEqNnOvlxCK__HcQzTkJsAuGEvbdpd5erDJ0sda/s320/finally%20no%20duonkepe.jpg" width="240" /></a></p><p>ir išvaikščioti...</p><p>Tad štai jums keli paskutiniai pasivaikščiojimai gyvenant Londone, kai nueiti iki Tower Bridge trukdavo apie 15 minučių ir grįžti nuo St. Pauls autobusu maždaug 25-kios. Nors 'ad hoc' vakarienių jau mažiau, bet džiaugiuosi, kad į Londoną kursuoju bent du kartus per savaitę. Apsisuko mūsų 'dirbu Londone, gyvenu už' ratas. Šiek tiek nūdna, kad iš ketverių metų gyvenimo Londone dvejus praleidome karantine, bet ir tie metai davė ir drebtelėjo įvairiomis prasmėmis. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrlMogfXlY1kVBhNJP-2hnB9VnhHBNAkn-U-nkm6qS-f9ySst1lsZloYLz5RyMowYVJBR5oinXsaUJEqvfyiznpG6s5lYxYkiLsdeNGpGm5Wn2_CZMpMgMWvBguB01R_cYVA7mMIZ9jLWahbRd-OLVqT-hQTNBHMWmlwExeabtLx4E07lIGT-9571/s1242/BRIDGE.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrlMogfXlY1kVBhNJP-2hnB9VnhHBNAkn-U-nkm6qS-f9ySst1lsZloYLz5RyMowYVJBR5oinXsaUJEqvfyiznpG6s5lYxYkiLsdeNGpGm5Wn2_CZMpMgMWvBguB01R_cYVA7mMIZ9jLWahbRd-OLVqT-hQTNBHMWmlwExeabtLx4E07lIGT-9571/s320/BRIDGE.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Ir po to prasidėjo karas ir atrodė, kad istorija iš mūsų tyčiojasi... ar veikiau mes tyčiojamės iš jos...</div><div><br /></div><div>Nors nuotaikos ir nekokios, bet turėjome 'Magic goes Wrong' bilietus Z. gimtadieniui:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiasKb189fbBOq2mDBNr9JHNHvL9AE0U4H2O55STih8RZACmTgKd4Npsw6r06WAx3oEeQ7SSHFP67h2EsD68wQLzH5eqPbJ4awkXIEJFvcG5BXFfjZKUxBJ3JIVWcgAAyFJrEAkn6RkmQeoM66rJCSKpbLmT_gB9BBt9jCeIX1eUUcIs6OKXUgivtrJ/s1242/magic%20goes%20wrong%20-%20zita%20bday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiasKb189fbBOq2mDBNr9JHNHvL9AE0U4H2O55STih8RZACmTgKd4Npsw6r06WAx3oEeQ7SSHFP67h2EsD68wQLzH5eqPbJ4awkXIEJFvcG5BXFfjZKUxBJ3JIVWcgAAyFJrEAkn6RkmQeoM66rJCSKpbLmT_gB9BBt9jCeIX1eUUcIs6OKXUgivtrJ/s320/magic%20goes%20wrong%20-%20zita%20bday.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Tuo tarpu 'the world was going wrong', tad po spektaklio kiek paklaidžiojusios Soho patraukėme namop... Žiūrint atgal, natūralu, kad visi buvome ir esame pasimetę. Kaip būtų gerai, jei vieną rytą pabustume, ir karas pasirodytų buvęs tik klaikus sapnas. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>kovas:<div><br /></div><div>Laba diena, galvojai išsisuksi? #dienapriešdarbobalių #anksčiauarvėliaubus</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jf3ww17abXUYbgP8ehDoNzA1ZzdgUrY-1xG4IxF5ZTX92TrRVSZbRrUJ0HPqORiacrtoFzNc86N0VRjCQIt_8a9_vFAkqLujrIONatwSNycEZt9mMwzIsTe1_anZv1Tin3kTwXYGNhNTP0aFK2k1YhyFxMT5tB4NeXhm2tvFiX6w_rUydgmPW2kn/s1920/march.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jf3ww17abXUYbgP8ehDoNzA1ZzdgUrY-1xG4IxF5ZTX92TrRVSZbRrUJ0HPqORiacrtoFzNc86N0VRjCQIt_8a9_vFAkqLujrIONatwSNycEZt9mMwzIsTe1_anZv1Tin3kTwXYGNhNTP0aFK2k1YhyFxMT5tB4NeXhm2tvFiX6w_rUydgmPW2kn/s1920/march.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jf3ww17abXUYbgP8ehDoNzA1ZzdgUrY-1xG4IxF5ZTX92TrRVSZbRrUJ0HPqORiacrtoFzNc86N0VRjCQIt_8a9_vFAkqLujrIONatwSNycEZt9mMwzIsTe1_anZv1Tin3kTwXYGNhNTP0aFK2k1YhyFxMT5tB4NeXhm2tvFiX6w_rUydgmPW2kn/s320/march.jpg" width="180" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>O pakuotis vis tik reikia. </div><div>Po penkių persikraustymų per aštuonerius metus, galiu pasakyti tik tiek, kad jeigu gera su žmogumi ir gyventi ir kraustytis, tada galima tuoktis...</div><div><br /></div><div>Nors kraustantis kone svarbiausias yra laikas sau... Tiek pakuojant:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdrFAagaLG6szV9nrLrN1eC3erxSexB97tzgdpamquyKlliFwaJ8UNodTGWlNXS0lzhqD1_F9ZisyjYd09TUf_mkaAM3QNGLjoEqfGyyMtpZ1-Hgi_RanUDPyYnDUDxY7qMEncOKCuDTvHc0nnhmUMJl44uBEEa1AzBPp64tpglaCfll50zhB1_z5I/s1656/taking%20it%20slowly.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdrFAagaLG6szV9nrLrN1eC3erxSexB97tzgdpamquyKlliFwaJ8UNodTGWlNXS0lzhqD1_F9ZisyjYd09TUf_mkaAM3QNGLjoEqfGyyMtpZ1-Hgi_RanUDPyYnDUDxY7qMEncOKCuDTvHc0nnhmUMJl44uBEEa1AzBPp64tpglaCfll50zhB1_z5I/s320/taking%20it%20slowly.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>tiek išpakuojant:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mUK0pMwn-_ktDgvK-XsyDar49V2WZVaKfGaDcSjVUXv48eQKAmB78YTRhl--KH57_04arXYHarkz26KMM4JAF82ZNPhunqTO9Y1oaBu434ELbpFQobF2J6sMXCO_-hqGeMf8W25a0BwSxJ-GFledidq9b6fE3Hw_IzQoOOH7L6-OvzcUTKloB6Y7/s1242/things%20out.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mUK0pMwn-_ktDgvK-XsyDar49V2WZVaKfGaDcSjVUXv48eQKAmB78YTRhl--KH57_04arXYHarkz26KMM4JAF82ZNPhunqTO9Y1oaBu434ELbpFQobF2J6sMXCO_-hqGeMf8W25a0BwSxJ-GFledidq9b6fE3Hw_IzQoOOH7L6-OvzcUTKloB6Y7/s320/things%20out.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>tiek atsisveikinat su vietomis, būtų tai Temzė, balkonas, butas ar 'concierge' stalas vos įėjus:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8P_D8OAkOdn7SafFAjJB18vm6CdQKbh8WzWzGmiWnM-Dq3r6I8GxoblwhM-qqCMygIEFG-ffLyU8Eei4hbWYishuy0EdFK9KdfHqsJiwVLIEkNUIl98A9iFWRFEyOihR2IeEXkOvbJRYMYW_9PYDM57nzCW46lM3sWMZJHv1dWW9RSXP4jJxBVF0P/s1656/bye.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8P_D8OAkOdn7SafFAjJB18vm6CdQKbh8WzWzGmiWnM-Dq3r6I8GxoblwhM-qqCMygIEFG-ffLyU8Eei4hbWYishuy0EdFK9KdfHqsJiwVLIEkNUIl98A9iFWRFEyOihR2IeEXkOvbJRYMYW_9PYDM57nzCW46lM3sWMZJHv1dWW9RSXP4jJxBVF0P/s320/bye.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>ir įžengiant į naujus namus:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVgdRcWxQgMzIRwVxIdEKHJgxxxQnrv3CKkqF243LEvBYTxbdmm1MLY5nqj8Z2a9NrtydFEN35ZX5VXgAEmv6plckex26kMFC4RnKiEBUmVkgJiv5Thzh3QdkhebSkZcW62dPJ7FGxioWej9j2LwDZQufUjA4Q_Mp_EUbUAaIysqLi6LsB_Yj0qu3/s1656/welcome%20to%20new%20home.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVgdRcWxQgMzIRwVxIdEKHJgxxxQnrv3CKkqF243LEvBYTxbdmm1MLY5nqj8Z2a9NrtydFEN35ZX5VXgAEmv6plckex26kMFC4RnKiEBUmVkgJiv5Thzh3QdkhebSkZcW62dPJ7FGxioWej9j2LwDZQufUjA4Q_Mp_EUbUAaIysqLi6LsB_Yj0qu3/s320/welcome%20to%20new%20home.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrgME2gcyNEZcwqATPGgD8LCMqwT1lFPJ5W56CR2rty1AjqfnHXw-V0rqYvCJBMFd5tcHGL-dHJdQWIYHAjPDMsC2kDn4OnPzHi3CEhnd9nszwa9ED4J9ANMMHU2JlV6kCwJOyJI4ktll94lNXQ2xdpAB1Uf8oNQwnChsM6gDZf-tYJcKg8RuEYypq/s1656/congrats.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrgME2gcyNEZcwqATPGgD8LCMqwT1lFPJ5W56CR2rty1AjqfnHXw-V0rqYvCJBMFd5tcHGL-dHJdQWIYHAjPDMsC2kDn4OnPzHi3CEhnd9nszwa9ED4J9ANMMHU2JlV6kCwJOyJI4ktll94lNXQ2xdpAB1Uf8oNQwnChsM6gDZf-tYJcKg8RuEYypq/s320/congrats.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>O po poros metų darbo ir gyvenimo toje pačioje ervėje, nuosavas darbo kambarys negali likti nenupanoramintas... </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrx7TACOq4dfn9e0vv__q6Rc3LsdEszSOJ12HnX9PhaMqBXUjJ9vu1eYSYOqKVtK5Mi_x8ImMrlNzbXJNrro6XZ-qV3EJYU_Ar82MOpYHKUgh5J-RgnNCKGDkeaoFODPcZhaVkjr8-7AUvtQXHD92vXF1p7VXK64f-2ZyQF5sOwa7piiHMSRR3tCgs/s1242/office.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="1242" height="76" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrx7TACOq4dfn9e0vv__q6Rc3LsdEszSOJ12HnX9PhaMqBXUjJ9vu1eYSYOqKVtK5Mi_x8ImMrlNzbXJNrro6XZ-qV3EJYU_Ar82MOpYHKUgh5J-RgnNCKGDkeaoFODPcZhaVkjr8-7AUvtQXHD92vXF1p7VXK64f-2ZyQF5sOwa7piiHMSRR3tCgs/w368-h76/office.jpg" width="368" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>balandis:</div><div>Įsikūrimai ir pirmieji svečiai. Velykos su dalimi šeimos, bet kiek kitaip nei visada, nes Velykinė savaitė buvo gausi net tik margučių:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwgs0TuefPrjrNuZJ6Gy1S6nIPpQJLim6gKphCZn8UVYLAsP-VpXAaHwi_iRko5cI53WHnQkMRiIlrhaqWgQkfWBLIvDz5WN4utBJNxR50DC8fNKh257K--vSJH3nX1lJIF_dNy9-YXzWWib9MTKTqXGj1A1cI-B9wkSdZnjIg8KH2DgpA4W5Fbn6P/s1656/easter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwgs0TuefPrjrNuZJ6Gy1S6nIPpQJLim6gKphCZn8UVYLAsP-VpXAaHwi_iRko5cI53WHnQkMRiIlrhaqWgQkfWBLIvDz5WN4utBJNxR50DC8fNKh257K--vSJH3nX1lJIF_dNy9-YXzWWib9MTKTqXGj1A1cI-B9wkSdZnjIg8KH2DgpA4W5Fbn6P/s320/easter.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>bet ir nugalėtų baimių, supažindinimo su Londonu ir ilgų vakarų...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5r7JM0eCVV-HAmzKgcCn6VbChxbaDeEaQ9vVtb8szGjiaxthDX_cHVSDienIJM7X0XK2F5m0XiVo5VQtXwJD0DEuQ0lO_pLPwes1Dfr8AFXPEplOxQZD34TWVBTVmtrsn6vLhOhU2BPrwQaPwv9EslwSD0vksKKKK4YRTX1sxCA9EffIwEjx4QYEr/s1242/cable%20ca.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span></span><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5r7JM0eCVV-HAmzKgcCn6VbChxbaDeEaQ9vVtb8szGjiaxthDX_cHVSDienIJM7X0XK2F5m0XiVo5VQtXwJD0DEuQ0lO_pLPwes1Dfr8AFXPEplOxQZD34TWVBTVmtrsn6vLhOhU2BPrwQaPwv9EslwSD0vksKKKK4YRTX1sxCA9EffIwEjx4QYEr/s320/cable%20ca.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Randant laiko apsižvalgyti ir po apylinkės parkus, miestelį ir pažindinantis su kaimynais...<div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaEljanWEI7JJS2QkjG8hhP21jNa0zaQsmGS_VlIp8_Om0nRpXCMXYHTzmQpus6xE2oNuHNtCAZjItxGvE1dd6lAcQFulbiN5lkUFR024fhQQsS_lO5EeUZ-4OUADydAN0OGFB2La1-nXQytieR_mTEzIJEVP3JVbOt9QyXJ2DR8O9Hjnxvxnsw6_p/s1656/exploring%20park.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaEljanWEI7JJS2QkjG8hhP21jNa0zaQsmGS_VlIp8_Om0nRpXCMXYHTzmQpus6xE2oNuHNtCAZjItxGvE1dd6lAcQFulbiN5lkUFR024fhQQsS_lO5EeUZ-4OUADydAN0OGFB2La1-nXQytieR_mTEzIJEVP3JVbOt9QyXJ2DR8O9Hjnxvxnsw6_p/s320/exploring%20park.jpg" width="240" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBV9tDrHtbRt9xTGeBsX5yBl1M9k13pSNbyKquzeFIMdnetWuSoi2e9Gix4wked1pbwItOdqrmOy5DejfFNQHTKcR879ypiiGtDVylGHxTVAHY2kWidrpEvQDbbaeqGXT8lQFKt_B0AdNzNqYmip9TWvPLs7hPNCeZGw0ObPuj4-v5lGPGM8F3N5N2/s1242/exploring.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBV9tDrHtbRt9xTGeBsX5yBl1M9k13pSNbyKquzeFIMdnetWuSoi2e9Gix4wked1pbwItOdqrmOy5DejfFNQHTKcR879ypiiGtDVylGHxTVAHY2kWidrpEvQDbbaeqGXT8lQFKt_B0AdNzNqYmip9TWvPLs7hPNCeZGw0ObPuj4-v5lGPGM8F3N5N2/s320/exploring.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZu4XAIDo20n38fMmlWyWsYUx9N-sJxB4NwbMdqTDCVaBfIKtQCk1hMMcVIB5ZuNNoeAniCPysFKMQbOYN0JuYicbUQVaxaEYLLOIiNoHnZhGJcGHarxkbHjStRApOPCAPdWgUbfqp4KHSurYaRhtJLdj3dTrxRWLKRX1yua8VmKJzhfKAVgxTlkm/s1656/neighbour.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span></span><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZu4XAIDo20n38fMmlWyWsYUx9N-sJxB4NwbMdqTDCVaBfIKtQCk1hMMcVIB5ZuNNoeAniCPysFKMQbOYN0JuYicbUQVaxaEYLLOIiNoHnZhGJcGHarxkbHjStRApOPCAPdWgUbfqp4KHSurYaRhtJLdj3dTrxRWLKRX1yua8VmKJzhfKAVgxTlkm/s320/neighbour.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ir pagaliau mėgaujantis savo sodu..</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEnBMwmd371Wwb226nPAjAbXfEX3HjWV_9yB8l743zpgsiwaq58lFz2MgjLb_M2AAgyBA61NWzPLGC1Hfryjz64F4ZxSXVf8dDLN2LUgC2h-O-PlyoyVH6-ag0zy-3C5Th5I8KzPTUNiBMFBZoEKCXWXer_YoWwtW_Xbfa9JNyDXs3dPBI_l5G94o3/s1242/garden.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEnBMwmd371Wwb226nPAjAbXfEX3HjWV_9yB8l743zpgsiwaq58lFz2MgjLb_M2AAgyBA61NWzPLGC1Hfryjz64F4ZxSXVf8dDLN2LUgC2h-O-PlyoyVH6-ag0zy-3C5Th5I8KzPTUNiBMFBZoEKCXWXer_YoWwtW_Xbfa9JNyDXs3dPBI_l5G94o3/s320/garden.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>gegužė:</div><div><br /></div><div>Gimtadienio mėnuo! Ir džiaugsmas, kai draugai žino, ko norėtum dovanų:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7BKOslMM52KEXc1hZkpjmN5m-Oh8WB6jZQguyT8jWjJ_gqhWRj_KB-Q--Vp367wB2kg6dE2ZXcw0m_BgO994HDIhMesAK5GEV5ABfq2V3wGUmjwAmHdv-X1EwKbdwiCGDYlB5aEPoP79YkAugzz2YBNbO0VrWQjkm0wCYdFL_GwDS1PkDWRD17_ac/s1656/birthday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7BKOslMM52KEXc1hZkpjmN5m-Oh8WB6jZQguyT8jWjJ_gqhWRj_KB-Q--Vp367wB2kg6dE2ZXcw0m_BgO994HDIhMesAK5GEV5ABfq2V3wGUmjwAmHdv-X1EwKbdwiCGDYlB5aEPoP79YkAugzz2YBNbO0VrWQjkm0wCYdFL_GwDS1PkDWRD17_ac/s320/birthday.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>#stressrelief2022 </div><div><br /></div><div>O savaitėle vėliau ir naujo šeimos nario skrydis namo iš Dubajaus, nes kai skelbimas sako Blackhurst, katė nebūtinai ten. Katė, susipakavusi savo labdaros organizacijos pleduką, susirinkusi visus štampukus pase ir milžinišką stresą ramindama nuolatiniu prausimusi, gali laukti savo skrydžio Dubajuje... 8 valandos skrydžio ir jau tuoj aštuntas mėnuo, kai Horacijus Pilkis dirba mūsų žadintuvu, pašildytuvu, profesionaliu kompanionu, Kalėdų eglės puošėju, vorų glostytoju, sofos okupantu, eismo kontrolieriumi, maisto testuotoju ir garsiausiu mūsų namų nuomonės formuotoju.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQl_mJe7-3d90XOEux3QRbEXWhmpTeFuYHtmiwET_eL1NGv8xstsu9hWLGrXXvwbBWL7H4ImNlRfSUNmVJIm0LkndLI6gUTMSs7UMek94lEoBlynrVGpuv-eg7HEV8FO7tfJv9VAslLpYAWsPrcZpETlrveH8yYdsAW6pzKiShzW9GAebCfWI9tMv3/s1920/Horatio%20pickup.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQl_mJe7-3d90XOEux3QRbEXWhmpTeFuYHtmiwET_eL1NGv8xstsu9hWLGrXXvwbBWL7H4ImNlRfSUNmVJIm0LkndLI6gUTMSs7UMek94lEoBlynrVGpuv-eg7HEV8FO7tfJv9VAslLpYAWsPrcZpETlrveH8yYdsAW6pzKiShzW9GAebCfWI9tMv3/s320/Horatio%20pickup.jpg" width="180" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgT2ODE2SOiqw4-PEUg_Y_JrBeRfktQqKQ3GAIg8hUD3YjVYpG1vauBug0GeUCtFS6KQRRfWAlyB63Xdw1RaKv1zKnz1gYHCSNEwTkhWvL4kmH9-3JSWol_PzO2uO5YpwYTSjFDt7PtZBgkda5tv4ro37PRbYDcqOKGbaOO7PIe-Ey-UgGBCf-ehj/s1656/Horatio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgT2ODE2SOiqw4-PEUg_Y_JrBeRfktQqKQ3GAIg8hUD3YjVYpG1vauBug0GeUCtFS6KQRRfWAlyB63Xdw1RaKv1zKnz1gYHCSNEwTkhWvL4kmH9-3JSWol_PzO2uO5YpwYTSjFDt7PtZBgkda5tv4ro37PRbYDcqOKGbaOO7PIe-Ey-UgGBCf-ehj/s320/Horatio.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>birželis:<br /><p>Kol Horacijus atostogavo su nuostabia kačių aukle, mes pagaliau apsilankėme Cornwall ir supratome, kodėl kiekvienas mano sutiktas britas nori ten pasistatyti namą... </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEileCDwORbDSBBj3nO7ytqDaJ6zEWitqSoyQqkqc_6VGydpZefIj3WZaT_T-J41SfMpLx-JWPXvIezNJU5DAswZwXf-oF0ualqwvyytFaRXT6kjGLTShs4teZiOvaCzi0wDWgASxA2q50TDbm-VQgl6KxK7dhwyBAQGdwsmrUeN_usP8k38PKUWAvoQ/s1242/arturts%20seat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEileCDwORbDSBBj3nO7ytqDaJ6zEWitqSoyQqkqc_6VGydpZefIj3WZaT_T-J41SfMpLx-JWPXvIezNJU5DAswZwXf-oF0ualqwvyytFaRXT6kjGLTShs4teZiOvaCzi0wDWgASxA2q50TDbm-VQgl6KxK7dhwyBAQGdwsmrUeN_usP8k38PKUWAvoQ/s320/arturts%20seat.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmItAOULRMZNTd76vxYw3YWPOVc8KYvFEGh-Z2b3IxpKzfQ4C00brb0b-OG_kHjGJWJhcqyumQZ32oV2slJUEC5wIHro6jqG2jwKAlo0T42mb64xP0O_r8HhYasQ0kFsv2kpxo9LDkLRWwk-mou__IZKg8F3R3PGbkQk3LNub6-lc3qduLMD6zz-d/s1656/artur.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1241" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmItAOULRMZNTd76vxYw3YWPOVc8KYvFEGh-Z2b3IxpKzfQ4C00brb0b-OG_kHjGJWJhcqyumQZ32oV2slJUEC5wIHro6jqG2jwKAlo0T42mb64xP0O_r8HhYasQ0kFsv2kpxo9LDkLRWwk-mou__IZKg8F3R3PGbkQk3LNub6-lc3qduLMD6zz-d/s320/artur.jpg" width="240" /></a></p>Mūsų arturiana Arthur's Seat.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIURoPUL102GQwiFeQF5RqLlMhgAQWi8aHkzx4BPITNjzI8OanFRXqXo9A09rzbop9R_tKQwCR5ZGkMTDYMSi_O8gnVRjVTf0FltvP7x4hPCry-vMotuWXDAZcN9zp-vFoVQ3efTOMIL8rvFLLARl5bU1Wz3YiAIKAb09UYPQT7iNCi7twZK4UARN/s1242/project%20eden.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIURoPUL102GQwiFeQF5RqLlMhgAQWi8aHkzx4BPITNjzI8OanFRXqXo9A09rzbop9R_tKQwCR5ZGkMTDYMSi_O8gnVRjVTf0FltvP7x4hPCry-vMotuWXDAZcN9zp-vFoVQ3efTOMIL8rvFLLARl5bU1Wz3YiAIKAb09UYPQT7iNCi7twZK4UARN/s320/project%20eden.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Project Eden tropikai visiška fantastika.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF6unXhaMxCDFK6-KhhDtUz5cipXDrVxhydUStRsnJO2Jt55Nk22V_1Q2v6LDIAjKGe-5IGoWj9_Aj6Le_0KKgJnNbOdpTK-19zEYAyXGbWJMdCUt-CcudJVHcrToW2j8SIWESZ2Q204kcM7F_4cpIzCnG_xkOX9noO1D3WRtn6OBnqxLZ1M-0PRBx/s1242/st%20ives.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="1242" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF6unXhaMxCDFK6-KhhDtUz5cipXDrVxhydUStRsnJO2Jt55Nk22V_1Q2v6LDIAjKGe-5IGoWj9_Aj6Le_0KKgJnNbOdpTK-19zEYAyXGbWJMdCUt-CcudJVHcrToW2j8SIWESZ2Q204kcM7F_4cpIzCnG_xkOX9noO1D3WRtn6OBnqxLZ1M-0PRBx/s320/st%20ives.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">St. Ives grožiai</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFpe079ZCH0t-v1Dz3YKXkQde6KcO8ItHiiZCBa6JHzwAaLrgoVIYVBv4-m0eVAWOUWaOZJt1aEGPuv62OoNtKxOi8wz2J6M6JKN6DE6wEO2jQ8WxYzBldA7n8DyxBUzp72DZnQTaD7LqjaeJ5CDfZDBzjrTQUk9scelRcqSP54ZqwP6iI33VLYPU/s1242/st%20michaels.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFpe079ZCH0t-v1Dz3YKXkQde6KcO8ItHiiZCBa6JHzwAaLrgoVIYVBv4-m0eVAWOUWaOZJt1aEGPuv62OoNtKxOi8wz2J6M6JKN6DE6wEO2jQ8WxYzBldA7n8DyxBUzp72DZnQTaD7LqjaeJ5CDfZDBzjrTQUk9scelRcqSP54ZqwP6iI33VLYPU/s320/st%20michaels.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">St. Michaels Mount ir jo kabantys sodai.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7XtHFHPul-BnqZQXZcgoEIaB7H8huBl3CBng6UK5zm_VvhFQhS7WmUio8VjP8tuFyzdZrwBmejd6EzcVcYH_rHGXtzEmJg0j3xoRB4z8rfw3aOcr8eSHLpwO7pdqJIxYUbb7HpPWKDDo3RyTQwP1EVYkqGsS4azUGDVvJnf7CUiWAsjCCW8MjDce/s1656/st%20michaels%20gardens.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7XtHFHPul-BnqZQXZcgoEIaB7H8huBl3CBng6UK5zm_VvhFQhS7WmUio8VjP8tuFyzdZrwBmejd6EzcVcYH_rHGXtzEmJg0j3xoRB4z8rfw3aOcr8eSHLpwO7pdqJIxYUbb7HpPWKDDo3RyTQwP1EVYkqGsS4azUGDVvJnf7CUiWAsjCCW8MjDce/s320/st%20michaels%20gardens.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrqVR3NkqcLYOgddH63AxFg_qvneSpjx3ggVTduruGBvIO1pgouTZPL4921txu0S_Ta1mqKUX6e3jtgncXObZ24rRqFhsoOeGy2KOPa_-af6iqsI00KTUohTfmo33pVfuC7CcdgY6e1CyKk7jW6TJy5unh_kE-VORKuL9vrcGxz5tfFaM2jPOA2JVU/s1656/wichkraft.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrqVR3NkqcLYOgddH63AxFg_qvneSpjx3ggVTduruGBvIO1pgouTZPL4921txu0S_Ta1mqKUX6e3jtgncXObZ24rRqFhsoOeGy2KOPa_-af6iqsI00KTUohTfmo33pVfuC7CcdgY6e1CyKk7jW6TJy5unh_kE-VORKuL9vrcGxz5tfFaM2jPOA2JVU/s320/wichkraft.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Magiškosios Boscastle vietos netoliese The Museum of Witchcraft and Magic</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">liepa:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Liepomis bene labiausiai ilgiuosi Lietuvos. Bet šiemet mus aplankė D. šeimyna ir atvežė man lobių:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBnJopZ-FcMIAGIYutrA82He6MhcMk-zHcRsSHmWnFfiHQFt_fTZb6lXx7Gsuui0mUujgubmGRs1XpONXfYhbFJGY_B-TC0MSTPUyr3ILrNRcU34R_FGzx8piy_Mf_r4L1ViSjE9eGqifOblsMFtXuMd34-nLKPhbX1TroBvnPBhO7IC754qObXMB/s1656/lauktuves.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBnJopZ-FcMIAGIYutrA82He6MhcMk-zHcRsSHmWnFfiHQFt_fTZb6lXx7Gsuui0mUujgubmGRs1XpONXfYhbFJGY_B-TC0MSTPUyr3ILrNRcU34R_FGzx8piy_Mf_r4L1ViSjE9eGqifOblsMFtXuMd34-nLKPhbX1TroBvnPBhO7IC754qObXMB/s320/lauktuves.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Su šeimyna apsilankėme Natural History ir Science muziejuose, kurių man niekad negana:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdq4mMk2_P2BYpCnLH43ysZAnuPyPdplTqhyVc9ASqXP7N5TWLoQWjZxjRWKosHmUNPW4spu9ziNG9tg10IDuKbycdkfq5S6fxvvOoiQNRDTJRcV4eH8VTPDpvo5k-xnywgr4D9HP8V5_7HBcXcHWmnhVDe2Im3dNFK3OEXcsF7KzdyUR_Y-yt-Lg/s1656/mr%20darvin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdq4mMk2_P2BYpCnLH43ysZAnuPyPdplTqhyVc9ASqXP7N5TWLoQWjZxjRWKosHmUNPW4spu9ziNG9tg10IDuKbycdkfq5S6fxvvOoiQNRDTJRcV4eH8VTPDpvo5k-xnywgr4D9HP8V5_7HBcXcHWmnhVDe2Im3dNFK3OEXcsF7KzdyUR_Y-yt-Lg/s320/mr%20darvin.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Ir dar baisaus peršalimo...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj16cNVyZyG4805bvunm9J9PkI69bA4_5gMHmJNMZ9k_FU5edxwUO4m71NeiUeOKazTO0yknAftrztH-qiyTOQVUF9KAe8wUNvSxiJIHsUtwjqtvDM1b0pATCnHKus6LEhFJBDswEuB9TJML1ZkKc3_C_-vRxMAQQH6_4ynU0xePgt5Ms2k6cZ8qRHP/s1656/cake.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj16cNVyZyG4805bvunm9J9PkI69bA4_5gMHmJNMZ9k_FU5edxwUO4m71NeiUeOKazTO0yknAftrztH-qiyTOQVUF9KAe8wUNvSxiJIHsUtwjqtvDM1b0pATCnHKus6LEhFJBDswEuB9TJML1ZkKc3_C_-vRxMAQQH6_4ynU0xePgt5Ms2k6cZ8qRHP/s320/cake.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTigeoTsYRg6ueh0dJlKNdaQufoEbzuI_0wB4OAh_uYlMovVcTs-LggG60EH-kfAJWK18Gz45PRhXQJlrQmK0gYLnB2dqc77H9GThty1r0lww3mjZqcQAaGnkF_7PhjGznjgtGB4nA9uzg12aGCaugwe5qqPLVByLMSpq3laF3-5tZ4ZqUHwn92Q8l/s320/amsterdamus.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>rugsėjis:</div><div><br /></div><div>toks išplaukęs... </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixaMq-o30tkEfjS0ssAGX3At-sKugl9Ty_83Ra6kqx6BYj8dyyCR-I19p9L5yM8TKv7Fvj-OaRQAAOuKteYWt8PyO2Sr35DyLdcWrUghIyPkNPBWLwg4eKXKNhrcxAYcjMppLw9rb-Tb7qlpixOPwMu-6Bkp8DHWIJ04aRgedSHb0LWi2qSY_64O8r/s1242/september.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="1242" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixaMq-o30tkEfjS0ssAGX3At-sKugl9Ty_83Ra6kqx6BYj8dyyCR-I19p9L5yM8TKv7Fvj-OaRQAAOuKteYWt8PyO2Sr35DyLdcWrUghIyPkNPBWLwg4eKXKNhrcxAYcjMppLw9rb-Tb7qlpixOPwMu-6Bkp8DHWIJ04aRgedSHb0LWi2qSY_64O8r/w283-h282/september.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Būta teatro, būta vakarienių, susitikimų su draugais ir pussesere ir daug darbų... ypač darbų prižiūrėtojui: </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;">Dvylika metų ėjome kartu, bet niekada kartu nelipome į kalną. Iki praėjusio spalio. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dar vienas absoliučiai pakerėjęs, stogus nurovęs ir galvas išpūtęs kraštas. Wales, Snowdonia nacionalinis parkas. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NTC40TffnJ6reqmmNIa36EVXMWZISmvuvvat8ELEAZiWgpqY5XI4N0HaKuUiQ5LJxtNb0EOoqocLX_3eQob639KTdwTqaRDFCuvQ4yv1ppKsuZeCzBkvincxT-7vLqj3jizD1UprVdQYCjPERcOZ8JSjar-8qZztUL3t7QUKaVtJaOoAfwFS7xYf/s1242/wales%20garden.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NTC40TffnJ6reqmmNIa36EVXMWZISmvuvvat8ELEAZiWgpqY5XI4N0HaKuUiQ5LJxtNb0EOoqocLX_3eQob639KTdwTqaRDFCuvQ4yv1ppKsuZeCzBkvincxT-7vLqj3jizD1UprVdQYCjPERcOZ8JSjar-8qZztUL3t7QUKaVtJaOoAfwFS7xYf/s320/wales%20garden.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVY0gDtjinSclkJd3wScquBhJctZgLP7nw7tF_7_qiLrR_PPF2sJ-GP2OhMu04JJSBnx_ydLAaEpCUZVOvC6vwcCmZto5j4_YUjC7Ashkv6S7kvIlAvrfCr8-0gEa3jEyGQwhXBSpSFJdm_GMHx_juKnUIUBDW1op2ILv1_r3Q2bryn9g_n2YBtDYp/s1242/wales%20hiking.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVY0gDtjinSclkJd3wScquBhJctZgLP7nw7tF_7_qiLrR_PPF2sJ-GP2OhMu04JJSBnx_ydLAaEpCUZVOvC6vwcCmZto5j4_YUjC7Ashkv6S7kvIlAvrfCr8-0gEa3jEyGQwhXBSpSFJdm_GMHx_juKnUIUBDW1op2ILv1_r3Q2bryn9g_n2YBtDYp/s320/wales%20hiking.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjConBOVLpTfD3mdolGNtwKf_XTiANsuaCKikmcaciL-2SdCZYdgEpxs3MhpKIKcY5J75xam57SeqO0eDgDGhvUP0cTsk5ymLToD4WN0qqnaDO-87myx_dK3TtWV6LQqJ-iACcjPW2N4mp5XRTtMzTEVQH97TTn-5Cd8UFPamK5hQC0ChpN9dc4DrnS/s1242/wales.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1242" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjConBOVLpTfD3mdolGNtwKf_XTiANsuaCKikmcaciL-2SdCZYdgEpxs3MhpKIKcY5J75xam57SeqO0eDgDGhvUP0cTsk5ymLToD4WN0qqnaDO-87myx_dK3TtWV6LQqJ-iACcjPW2N4mp5XRTtMzTEVQH97TTn-5Cd8UFPamK5hQC0ChpN9dc4DrnS/s320/wales.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">lapkritis:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lapkritis be R. gimtadienio, ne lapkritis. Tik šįkart ne trijų muškietininkių, bet kelionės į 'vimpų' kraštą (Wimpole Estate), gardžiausios afternoon tea ir 'surprise party' diena, kuri ilgai planuota ir meluota, regis, pavyko. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFI89cUhUhAP47V4rgkoDCPOUq5RposhI4CxRvbElsfCHUrxDQQVfe2PVHBVtGGPiAJO3pt_kHo6fD0ApRwNMe3Bq7lAqrSCqtg043cfoslEPzhjGRNjniioWpsFFmbiuh-8AiCC03dyIdP1qk3PsuZnRx2P5vixknzwusdI6qkwfDfih8kHC-drW/s1656/birthday%20rit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFI89cUhUhAP47V4rgkoDCPOUq5RposhI4CxRvbElsfCHUrxDQQVfe2PVHBVtGGPiAJO3pt_kHo6fD0ApRwNMe3Bq7lAqrSCqtg043cfoslEPzhjGRNjniioWpsFFmbiuh-8AiCC03dyIdP1qk3PsuZnRx2P5vixknzwusdI6qkwfDfih8kHC-drW/s320/birthday%20rit.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">O su Helouvynu vis dar sunkiai...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg40XPi8SEKU8ofh1n213wWES-4nhFRn_TgIAEOFsA0Z9L3XfF2Nfccvyh9vUQzr_Uo8_yUOz8HbZHk5ZslEXPi-Njb6uLF90AOlo0qk8n3H3w-eEPlCbLAemWl4wb7zaPzPyuyZtCfohFo8GJjc1-saz6xkxRKh5xRcuJY78GH2aysUTnrLJgrTpfh/s1656/halloween.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg40XPi8SEKU8ofh1n213wWES-4nhFRn_TgIAEOFsA0Z9L3XfF2Nfccvyh9vUQzr_Uo8_yUOz8HbZHk5ZslEXPi-Njb6uLF90AOlo0qk8n3H3w-eEPlCbLAemWl4wb7zaPzPyuyZtCfohFo8GJjc1-saz6xkxRKh5xRcuJY78GH2aysUTnrLJgrTpfh/s320/halloween.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lapkritis dar gerai tuo, kad gali išsivalyti židinį ir be jokios savigraužos gurkšnoti karštą vyną.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3wGDGijEb6z406JaemU8ko7k7m6rgYE2JEJgiqY7oHzF17lHXMLwa7J2wql-XfpBcQ0w3EbkmySXXJssSvf_SMAB7nv1crt-IiK_VaB5pWTioME8ad449YwdkxlKSLB4lEnRLFru8H3kuDEbbSEsIvrrYpVYP0YXpSIaKdPgHo4rHFtHDKbZcQY11/s1656/cozines%20november.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3wGDGijEb6z406JaemU8ko7k7m6rgYE2JEJgiqY7oHzF17lHXMLwa7J2wql-XfpBcQ0w3EbkmySXXJssSvf_SMAB7nv1crt-IiK_VaB5pWTioME8ad449YwdkxlKSLB4lEnRLFru8H3kuDEbbSEsIvrrYpVYP0YXpSIaKdPgHo4rHFtHDKbZcQY11/s320/cozines%20november.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;">Mažiems ir gražiems dalykėliams:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1zUBR2Q2NEjScwP1GbmeFPLEPKHQ6CS_EGICoy39ajUK8Sp3OA7rC8SWhV5hpqn2sCP9nwnvrJ6QfyMZQzyh6m8aIVUFd1u6vF-ZahJhOYdvLkhY5LgSeZsD3e5_6TYBISU7f8PlGkfP_5BiBjAy_dII2vEV0e65YBBcwwPz8cK278xX0Gqv42cA/s1656/december.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1zUBR2Q2NEjScwP1GbmeFPLEPKHQ6CS_EGICoy39ajUK8Sp3OA7rC8SWhV5hpqn2sCP9nwnvrJ6QfyMZQzyh6m8aIVUFd1u6vF-ZahJhOYdvLkhY5LgSeZsD3e5_6TYBISU7f8PlGkfP_5BiBjAy_dII2vEV0e65YBBcwwPz8cK278xX0Gqv42cA/s320/december.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ir, žinoma, stilingoms dvarų...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3KgW7HNV0jDB6esBaSAqa0-I2lI6F8Q1KvnZJsZDNXxQiTjcAmqHO52ocY1m13eqOlB9R4lt8uhI2uIX5R8qDNdRWWUVrnEJG6MyPY28O6M73Acdmm8rwUduXGpFEd9TYbpHVMJgB6yJuLar4oc1lrcRhgY9R7-S4I1McDdLxBZIMvhwrSMptXW5/s1656/signs.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3KgW7HNV0jDB6esBaSAqa0-I2lI6F8Q1KvnZJsZDNXxQiTjcAmqHO52ocY1m13eqOlB9R4lt8uhI2uIX5R8qDNdRWWUVrnEJG6MyPY28O6M73Acdmm8rwUduXGpFEd9TYbpHVMJgB6yJuLar4oc1lrcRhgY9R7-S4I1McDdLxBZIMvhwrSMptXW5/s320/signs.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dovanos išpakuotos, Kalėdų eglė keliaus augti į kiemą, langai numes snaiges, o mes su D. pailsėję ir vis dar šiek tiek pavargę, stengiamės išnaudoti kelias paskutines atostogų dienas. 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Visokių, bet gerų ateinančių,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Justė</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></div>JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-77176977016012562882022-10-22T16:20:00.002-07:002022-10-22T16:22:42.033-07:00Me is not dead. Ar įmanoma pamiršti gimtąją kalbą?Šiuo metu viskas klojasi puikiai (tfu tfu, per petį). Darbų ir poilsio balansas, namai, šeima, pinigai, draugai. Trisdešimt dviejų gyvenimas tik gražesnis, pilnesnis, subtilesnis ir kokybiškesnis nei, sakykim, dvidešimt dviejų, kai, jei teisingai skaičiuoju, pradėjau šį tinklaraštį. <div><br /></div><div>O, bet, tačiau (ar išvis būna dalykų be bet?...) yra tas vienas nedidukas, bet smailus akmenukas bate, kurį noris kuo greičiausiai iškratyti ir pamiršti. Mano atveju tai yra gimtoji kalba. Arba tiksliau begalinė baimė ją pamiršti. O norint įveikti baimę, reikia kažką su ja daryti. Ištverti, išsapnuoti, iškalbėti ar, mano pasirinktu atveju, išrašyti.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tiesa ta, kad mane, kaip ir kitus ilgą laiką svetur gyvenančius ir užsienio kalbą gausiai kasdien vartojančius draugus, ištiko kalbos artritas. Ne, tai nėra tikslus terminas. Aš neįsivaizduoju, kokį žodį lietuviai vartoja šiam reiškiniui apibūdinti ir ar iš viso toks egzistuoja. Savo kalbos artritą kildinu iš angliško 'language attrition', kuris, išvertus pažodžiui, būtų 'kalbos nusidėvėjimas'. Tačiau kaip gali nusidėvėti tai, ko nedevėjai? Arba, šiuo atveju, devėjai gerokai per mažai? Tiek mažai, kad gimė baimė, kuri pirma atėjo į košmarus, o tada ir į kasdienybę plaunant indus, kalbant telefonu, šnekinant augintinį?</div><div><br /></div><div>Visažinė Vikipedija 'language attrition' apibūdina taip:</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span><b style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Language attrition</b><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"> is the process of losing a native or first language. This process is generally caused by both isolation from speakers of the first language ("L1") and the acquisition and use of a second language ("L2"), which interferes with the correct production and comprehension of the first.</span></span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Taigi panašu, kad dėl nykstančių mano ir mano draugų kalbinių sugebėjimų reikia kaltinti... smegenis, kurie adaptavosi ir pamažu ėmė trinti gražiuosius 'aus baus bus medaus' ir panašius dūšiai artimus pasakymus, kad padarytų vietos visokiems 'beat around the bush' arba 'in for a penny, in for a pound'. </div><div><br /></div><div>Žinoma, kiekvieno situacija yra skirtinga. Štai mano draugė R. patiria izoliacijos nuo lietuviškai kalbančių tėvynainių atvejį. Kai prieš porą metų man paskambinusi pasakė 'oi kaip keista kalbėti lietuviškai, kaip sunku', aš, aišku su savo neretai užsikertančia empatija, pasakiau 'ką čia paistai, viskas gerai su ta tavo kalba!'. Oh, I wish I had known... kaip sako mano kolegos, kai kažką padaro ne taip, kai iš pat pradžių būna pasakyta daryti kitaip... bet čia jau kita istorija. O dievulėliau, kaip aš atsiprašau R.! Per tuos porą metų surinkus lygiai tą patį gyvenimo UK stažą, įpuoliau į liūną. Ir nežinau kaip iš jo išlipti. Tai ir lipu kažkaip, keturiom, kaip kad aną savaitgalį kopiant į Snoudonijos kalnus... </div><div><br /></div><div>Kopėčias rinkaus iš dviejų - arba 'pitlyti' (čia toks gražus žodis, vartojamas aplink Pasvalį) į Google Docs arba atsiprašyti savo kažkokiu būdu dar neištrinto tinklaraščio. Pasirinkau tinklaraštį. Pastebėjau, kad dar yra kelios prenumeratorių dūšios (turbūt labai ilgai neperžiūrėjot savo prenumeratos sąrašų...), o ir šiaip gaila tą parastese.blogspot visiškai užmesti, nes juk smagu būna, po dešimtmečio, paskaityti apie tas paikas studentavimo dienas, kai viskas atrodė (ir labai dažnai buvo!) taip bauginančiai sunku, kad nedrįsai pasvajoti, kas bus po metų kitų, jau nekalbant kitą dekadą. </div><div><br /></div><div>Turbūt pastebėjot 'dear reader', kaip kreiptųsi Lady Whistledown iš visiškai 'guilty pleasure' (na argi čia ne kalbos artritas!) Bridžertone... Turbūt pastebėjot, kad vartoju nemažai senų ir gal ne visiems žinomų žodžių, tokių kaip 'dekada', 'pitlyti', 'liūnas'. Tai štai, žinokit, man jie skanūs. Patys saldžiausi ir švelniausi, kaip kokie Raffaello iš tos senos reklamos su balerina. Žinoma, ir anglų kalba turi daug skanumynų. Šiuo metu klausydama Virginijos Vulf Mrs Dalloway (skaityta ir seniau, bet dabar baigės kreditai mano mylimam Audible, o visa Virginijos Vulf kolecija prenumeratoriams yra nemokama...)... Klausydama Dalloway... ne... rydama Dalloway, godžiai geriu nuostabius ryto Vestminsteryje aprašymus ir gėriuosi. Bet šis skonis yra visiškai kitoks. Jis sunkus ir santūrus. Smegenyse rikiuojasi nauji žodžiai, kuriuos įsivaizduoju mestelsinti kompanijos 'Content team' (Turinio komandai?...), kurios kiekvienas narys, britas ar amerikietis, jei ne parašė, tai rašo knygą ir publikavosi tokiuose žurnaluose... na, žinot, šalia Tokarčiuk vertimo. Skonis geras, bet kaip Guylian, ne Raffaello. O gal Raffaello man tiesiog labiau prie širdies? Ir, nors toji komanda mano redakcijas savo darbo tekstuose gerbia ('bloody hell, Juste, this is a great point!'), bet aš vis dar nejaučiu galinti anglų kalba rašyti taip lengvai ir taip mėgautis procesu, kaip 'pitlydama' lietuviškai. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kitas reikalas yra šnekamoji kalba. Turbūt pirmą sykį nuo mokyklos laikų, kalbėti pasvalietiškai man yra žymiai lengviau nei bendrine lietuvių kalba. Praktika daro savo. Tarmė sugrąžina į pradžią. Į tai, kas kiekvienam, tik vis kitaip, pakelia tą gniūsulą gerklėj kurio nei nuryti nei išspjauti. Kelis kartus per savaitę tarmiškai kalbuosi su šeima Lietuvoje. Pasibėdavojam i (ne ir!) pasijuokiam (be e). Retai, bet susitinkam ir su Lietuvoje gyvenančia drauge, kuri paprastai ir nuoširdžiai pradeda kalbą pasvalietišku 'te kep jum sekas?'. Pasvalietiškai kalbu ir su vyru... kilusiu iš Pasvalio. Deja nedaug, dažniausia tada, kai kuris nors kalbėjo su tėvais ir jam sunku 'persijungti'...</div><div><br /></div><div>Kartais pasvarstome kaip čia taip nutiko, bet tiesa ta, kad pripratimas yra antras prigimimas, o pripratom dar tada, kai gyvenom su draugais, kurie paprašius 'rundilio' būtų atnešę puodą... Kažkada dėl to mūsų 'gramatikavimo' net buvau pyktelėjus, bet šiuo metu mūsų kasdieniai 'nepamiršk stiklinės vandens' ir 'ar pašėrei žvėrį?' (mūsų katiną, kuris nešertas tampa žvėrim, kandančiu į koją), yra tai, kas padeda balansuoti tarp kalbėjimo angliškai ir pasvalietiškai. Nors liūne vis tamsiau... Besisukdami virtuvėje pamirštame elementarius daiktų pavadinimus. Dėl ko nors supykę, besidžiaugdami ar susijaudinę vartojame laba daug angliškų žodžių. Toje pačioje situacijoje, susitikę su čia gyvenančiais draugais, irgi kalbame pusę per pusę, nes taip... lengviau. O kai emocingai kažką pasakojame draugams gyvenantiems Lietuvoje, pritrūksta žodžių... ir kartais net oro, taip jau nesinori 'angliuoti'. Ne tik dėl tų kartais labai nesubtilių 'gal jau laikas namo?', bet ir todėl, kad norisi savo kalba mėgautis. Pasakoti laisvai. Išreikšti jausmus iki galo. </div><div><br /></div><div>Su rašymu kažkodėl geriau. Nors šio teksto pradžioje dar labai lindo 'hence', 'therefore' ir panašūs jungtukiniai dalykai, bet matau, kad šitos kopėčios į liūną smenga ne taip baisiai, kaip maniau. Tik reikia nepalikti jų trūnyti. Lašas po lašo ir akmenį pratašo. Kartais manęs klausia, ar laisvai kalbėdama anglų ir lietuvių kalbomis (ar tikrai taip jau ir laisvai), nedirbu vertėja. Juk tikrai padėtų lavinti abi kalbas iš karto! Kaip dainuoja mano mylima Alice Merton 'I wish it was so easy...'. Prisiminus daugiau nei penketą metų praleistų vertimų biuruose, atbunda visos nervų galūnėles ir pasišiaušia plaukeliai. Vertimas yra profesija, įgyjama mokymo įstaigoje. Nebent pradėjus nuo 'Tirli dūda' vertimų į anglų kalbą... užtrukčiau tik kokią dekadą.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tiems, kas skaitot, koks skonis?</div><div><br /></div><div>p.s. Me is not dead. Buvo pora įdomių metų... </div><div><br /></div><div>Justė</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-87491747348626182682020-12-28T10:20:00.011-08:002020-12-28T13:54:08.764-08:00A reverence to 2020: The Almost Series of the most Fortunate events<p>It is time for a yearly blog post and goodness me what a year it was, say I and says 95% of all my friends, clients and colleagues. The other 5% refusing to say anything at all as 2020 left them pretty much speechless.</p><p>On one hand, this year was really uneventful. On the second hand, thank God it was! When the Global pandemic kicks in, you nor want nor need any events, just to stay healthy, employed and mentally afloat. And it might sound cheesy, but the quote that came to my mind most this year was:</p><p style="text-align: left;">Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, saying:</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="hgKElc" face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 16px; padding: 0px 8px 0px 0px;">For <b>everything, there</b> is a season, A <b>time</b> for every activity under heaven. A <b>time</b> to be born and a <b>time</b> to die. A <b>time</b> to plant and a <b>time</b> to harvest.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2020 was time to stop. Not voluntarily, but forcefully and yet some of us might felt it was very much needed.</div><div style="text-align: left;">When leaving the office around 17th March to work from home, one of my colleagues asked 'how much do you take with you? Do you think we'll be back soon?'. And then, being super cheerful of the prospect to work from home without asking for a special permission or feeling that I'm missing on the office life, I said 'I don't think this will be long. Maybe some 2 weeks, 1 month at max. Don't worry, it should be fine. I'm not even taking my shoes (I always keep high heels in the drawer for meetings and 'looking good' days) or my lappie stand'... </div><div style="text-align: left;">And some 3 months later we got the necessary items shipped to us as England went to Tier 2 and our administrator was able to enter the office. 5 months later I collected my high heels and other stuff, still leaving some of it behind for another time when a group of 6 will be allowed to return and work from the same room... Oh, saint naivety! Today is 28th of December, we opened the office for 5 days in total since that day in March, with a maximum of 5 people, and I have totally forgotten what I have in my drawer. Surprise surprise! I mean, I hope I haven't left a 'Snickers' for my future self! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLxtWpPTUkl54e7Cuu1FTn9QEeLLoOiWlWaImxvI9mrgJuXIol6Yn-EyrHO8EpoCy96ybNuivhVJvNnkTnob_efC6C_UmX8hCDTq9yvLfxDU2saf1M7Q_3K7NZ8E1L6KV8yOqDRIjWR4/s2048/118775642_618759575492657_4906129941164630588_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLxtWpPTUkl54e7Cuu1FTn9QEeLLoOiWlWaImxvI9mrgJuXIol6Yn-EyrHO8EpoCy96ybNuivhVJvNnkTnob_efC6C_UmX8hCDTq9yvLfxDU2saf1M7Q_3K7NZ8E1L6KV8yOqDRIjWR4/s320/118775642_618759575492657_4906129941164630588_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><i><div style="text-align: left;"><i> My office plants Johhny and Spikey are travelling </i></div></i><div style="text-align: left;"><i> home in a Birchbox box last summer. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>As to working from home, I went through a variety of stages - from a true satisfaction of being able to get up at 8:30 and work more independently to a complete frustration when the communication of the team went nuts and getting things done turned to be extremely difficult. To sum up this part of the story - work-wise this year has thought me more than I ever expected to learn, it partially killed the image of myself that I had for years (that of a freelancer working from a remote village in the middle of evergreen Lithuania), made me understand how much I appreciate being a member of an organisational community and find the best ever 'colleague' in my husband who was (un)lucky to find the last 9 months working beside me. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY5q4-2a44CHRppXYE_2pvyyLCptrLoX2WQSqJP6OAfLNsYLVQntHspxvt_N80jJo78yNrrjfdaCgVdxcWc3qqmDqEK97pBXOIShF806PYVoSnvcyB1FqmY5dHYOFjtZFus3midFHozYU/s2048/118770134_318472359376665_2213012880382705832_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY5q4-2a44CHRppXYE_2pvyyLCptrLoX2WQSqJP6OAfLNsYLVQntHspxvt_N80jJo78yNrrjfdaCgVdxcWc3qqmDqEK97pBXOIShF806PYVoSnvcyB1FqmY5dHYOFjtZFus3midFHozYU/s320/118770134_318472359376665_2213012880382705832_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>As mine and my husbands work duties partially focuses on an enormous amount of calls, we made this cosy little corner in our bedroom to accommodate for the clashing call times.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And yet, even if the biggest and groundbreaking event of the year was the 90% angle change of the daily routines, there were some really bright and positive days this year that I would love to tell you about. I call it 'The Almost Series of the most Fortunate events in 2020' and it starts with....</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Theatre! </b>Those who know me long enough will remember that theatre is something very dear to my heart and takes an absolute priority over cinema and music and, most of the times, over castles and museums, which, as some might know, is another obsession of mine.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a special board in our apartment where all those theatre tickets (along with some reminiscences of travels) are getting pinned and then taken down at the end of the year. This is how this year's board looks like: </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvaIQj0FYKCOO3sot0CtKMfa5lAhYHqeq8C9tRknfshlDxlHeLMWuL1Q8u1OqjDGeJkne87L-JcYlUnPDb0u-sfyMg1X9QSeHQnqLJWCz1CqOj7Z-h-hx6u9Eubce9Zcnuz0yGefZh8Y/s2048/133821425_722803438660639_5112065860759153661_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvaIQj0FYKCOO3sot0CtKMfa5lAhYHqeq8C9tRknfshlDxlHeLMWuL1Q8u1OqjDGeJkne87L-JcYlUnPDb0u-sfyMg1X9QSeHQnqLJWCz1CqOj7Z-h-hx6u9Eubce9Zcnuz0yGefZh8Y/s320/133821425_722803438660639_5112065860759153661_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div> </div><div> <i> Pretty empty, huh? :( The photo of us is back from 2018, just too sweet to take down. The map is of Portsmouth, the postcard from the Isle of Wight, a trolleybus ticket from Vilnius and a sticker from Lithuanian Parliament elections... and only a few theatre tickets.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>This year we were lucky to see a musical called '<a href="https://www.waitressthemusical.co.uk/" target="_blank">Waitress</a>' (nice American musical, nothing to take, nothing to add and for me personally - nothing to get hooked on), both inspiring and terrifying, but ridiculously good in theatrical decisions '<a href="https://www.thedukeofyorks.com/touching-the-void" target="_blank">Touching the Void</a>', an outstanding adaptation of '<a href="https://www.haroldpintertheatre.co.uk/uncle-vanya" target="_blank">Uncle Vanya</a>' and always new '<a href="https://www.theplayhousetheatre.co.uk/the-seagull" target="_blank">The Seagull</a>', where Emilia Clarke (the khaleesi from 'Game of Thrones') literary blown my mind with her brilliance on the scene. Really, guys, GOT shows maybe 1/3 of what she really can...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDonWt4gmeYzVzrBIGF-C3TiasCFJPKioaD-xSnlNN34hZNkCzcxIlH8TN3Xd7xigRxdXV-JgrtCTrZUEr2OKo8Xl1dVzuSuG3K5Mg2pOW1sogypgQ2o2gAVnWiTP-GT4Ix_NLrGX1O1k/s1352/20200305_191759.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="1352" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDonWt4gmeYzVzrBIGF-C3TiasCFJPKioaD-xSnlNN34hZNkCzcxIlH8TN3Xd7xigRxdXV-JgrtCTrZUEr2OKo8Xl1dVzuSuG3K5Mg2pOW1sogypgQ2o2gAVnWiTP-GT4Ix_NLrGX1O1k/w373-h98/20200305_191759.jpg" width="373" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>My London theatre shoutout - come early to stare at the amazing ceilings! </i></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Next, of course, are the <b>Birthdays!</b> Even if I and R. needed to have ours in quarantine, we managed to celebrate Z. birthday with a splash getting her some really cool <a href="https://www.citycruises.com/london/afternoon-tea-cruise-river-thames/" target="_blank">afternoon tea cruise</a> on the River Thames. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_zRBhEOaHOGVZHmmVbBUnjH9omu93oyJu2u4kkC3-6hsv-CSd0v9oou_w27bwegOJ1Hrd5mrFdoF_RDZeXQe1dDOqENlio7nSHHWQOPcLSQX2kaN3NIh-GOHHwX9HhOfdDZCQMUnk2I/s800/20200229_113535.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_zRBhEOaHOGVZHmmVbBUnjH9omu93oyJu2u4kkC3-6hsv-CSd0v9oou_w27bwegOJ1Hrd5mrFdoF_RDZeXQe1dDOqENlio7nSHHWQOPcLSQX2kaN3NIh-GOHHwX9HhOfdDZCQMUnk2I/s320/20200229_113535.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>JD & co are certified B-day breakfast providers before the river cruises. </i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggyDGxq_B4ysvpJhMN1p1KXaZqTq6An6WsM6mBZpm8OREN3tY3Kr2u3uCGg6BXleUKtVw8v2UDgviUSiZEHfrClZZ4WF5Rf5PEPd1x7K_402I3TqGgpKTGzHzHYAtUbXSUrtdbXrHKmQE/s800/20200229_152346.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggyDGxq_B4ysvpJhMN1p1KXaZqTq6An6WsM6mBZpm8OREN3tY3Kr2u3uCGg6BXleUKtVw8v2UDgviUSiZEHfrClZZ4WF5Rf5PEPd1x7K_402I3TqGgpKTGzHzHYAtUbXSUrtdbXrHKmQE/s320/20200229_152346.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <i>A moment on the boat with R. Guilty for missing the amazing</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> shots of the afternoon tea itself...</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Isle of Wight... </b>Is a story of two people trying to have some Holidays in the midst of Global pandemic and, without doubt, succeeding.</div><div style="text-align: left;">As this year proved to be rather challenging for travelling abroad (last time we been abroad was February in Lithuania and we haven't seen our families or been anywhere since...), we decided to take a long weekend off and get some last-minute tickets to Portsmouth and from there to the Isle of Wight.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">I can't name many cons of this trip if I think about it. Travelling with face masks on isn't so easy, but far from impossible and if you add an empty train... you see where I'm going. Those 3 days in the Isle of Wight were truly and really brilliant!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KWiPGF0Ji-M4-ysWs4Pi633AfBV4RbBoHMncIIOyRMwBNAd3TbdzxPK0EBepi2lRP0GytH9y2rq3zc4jDNvIT1pCRBgkvYVd_leIQJoi8fRuA4Ulznn4VzoZ4ABZeyOib7lOifh3QF0/s2048/20200521_213548.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KWiPGF0Ji-M4-ysWs4Pi633AfBV4RbBoHMncIIOyRMwBNAd3TbdzxPK0EBepi2lRP0GytH9y2rq3zc4jDNvIT1pCRBgkvYVd_leIQJoi8fRuA4Ulznn4VzoZ4ABZeyOib7lOifh3QF0/s320/20200521_213548.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>The Portsmouth shipyard was closed due to the pandemic, but hey, that's a reason to come back and we still found a couple of beauties. </i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PET1QrC5kHn6pduWMFyJgI-009mF1DUQD2DJvB3NseXwW7k4DNBn7DrMz-5ZKavGfdhhj0ACe_g9i2fw2fCk7F2OwP7_ERV5hGfQJGt4t8IzEacB-SW7tl1cs9Wcb0lZF-cdzJGkQQo/s2048/20200724_163350.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PET1QrC5kHn6pduWMFyJgI-009mF1DUQD2DJvB3NseXwW7k4DNBn7DrMz-5ZKavGfdhhj0ACe_g9i2fw2fCk7F2OwP7_ERV5hGfQJGt4t8IzEacB-SW7tl1cs9Wcb0lZF-cdzJGkQQo/s320/20200724_163350.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>No words needed to describe this. Just a pure joy of living. </i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQR3yjOl6cuYY3b1ld8lkkP1pn8u0TFXQ1-U_KypBgBc26SOZVvycOIgGchYlA70JUr54-BSiST5KWv9SQxIK23ETSIe5PfSzw2-QHIE4X0rIferWQ4j8wErJ68wA_L4kcrLihYNiCkXY/s2048/20200724_163548.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQR3yjOl6cuYY3b1ld8lkkP1pn8u0TFXQ1-U_KypBgBc26SOZVvycOIgGchYlA70JUr54-BSiST5KWv9SQxIK23ETSIe5PfSzw2-QHIE4X0rIferWQ4j8wErJ68wA_L4kcrLihYNiCkXY/s320/20200724_163548.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>The nature of the Isle of Wight was a pleasant surprise. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Somewhat reminding our honeymoon in Spain. </i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg36mp-Fwxx126SAIpIMboMBcrE-EoM4JUUSmpMQ3IqkDSN23n6OPrv2M7CtZ4GZ5M2h-Dpnr5rtwKF0fiHa2x0tbRk6RsSvIucstKBtfUHewNAGrQje2bn1TUFumi4Px5bvw8rAijT7f0/s2048/20200724_170446.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg36mp-Fwxx126SAIpIMboMBcrE-EoM4JUUSmpMQ3IqkDSN23n6OPrv2M7CtZ4GZ5M2h-Dpnr5rtwKF0fiHa2x0tbRk6RsSvIucstKBtfUHewNAGrQje2bn1TUFumi4Px5bvw8rAijT7f0/s320/20200724_170446.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>There are more pathways on the rocks. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>'And they last forever' - decided I on the 16th kilometre that day....</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9rVYESDrIcZMW9fZmfizfIj-3H5PIC848Lp8RvXzZHYn0B8Anx9wBn4acxY0BHsQaXEKcfzaTMQtx88vlPP-7kK2I94iaQWfcORsT0AhHMzOI81aPMik4jrxAD4UfE3N_QwjwJJmfKEk/s2048/20200724_174127.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9rVYESDrIcZMW9fZmfizfIj-3H5PIC848Lp8RvXzZHYn0B8Anx9wBn4acxY0BHsQaXEKcfzaTMQtx88vlPP-7kK2I94iaQWfcORsT0AhHMzOI81aPMik4jrxAD4UfE3N_QwjwJJmfKEk/s320/20200724_174127.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Cattles were really grazing, but FYI, the National Trust allows you </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>to hop through the fence an explore. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLzil-7MF85AQUq2vnPk9k36wOIG5PakRB5gSZtG6iPFT9fMqRqrYA_cpZ_nWjToKya06o6blqXlJWZ6t3XCyEJdOjLR6C6BWMI9TqSvPYhKWB5gPvW2bIYt1Gf6DQMZJYKHZUB2EdWeA/s2048/20200725_111252.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLzil-7MF85AQUq2vnPk9k36wOIG5PakRB5gSZtG6iPFT9fMqRqrYA_cpZ_nWjToKya06o6blqXlJWZ6t3XCyEJdOjLR6C6BWMI9TqSvPYhKWB5gPvW2bIYt1Gf6DQMZJYKHZUB2EdWeA/s320/20200725_111252.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>The Osborne House, the former Holiday home of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Now closed for restoration, but grounds are open for exploration. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtYOYBtCr0kOFajxJLplseEXG-bP86QswBXHOwo0oDPHlaGhJ1mL9yhKBRuX-IGCnJ3ely-SD4E_jsknrqwQ4zWOHpvJGpTfWArBxwn0ZDskM8h9YnAx-aHCZ_Igczk9l2TE6vMXQDgmo/s2048/IMG_4853.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtYOYBtCr0kOFajxJLplseEXG-bP86QswBXHOwo0oDPHlaGhJ1mL9yhKBRuX-IGCnJ3ely-SD4E_jsknrqwQ4zWOHpvJGpTfWArBxwn0ZDskM8h9YnAx-aHCZ_Igczk9l2TE6vMXQDgmo/s320/IMG_4853.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>And the next morning the sea was gone :D </i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFejTFq1HDVHCMk1ARmpyIe50sr_6Afo2Yzz66dnHGh58JjZoTh3-ioa3BA4f93XIEc22gHYCTHnjkHtb4JosG-jAcUd02hrFehhhcC5GgvnNu2zl8N4j03trd_2XVdVNIb_UMLvQPeH8/s2048/IMG_4851.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFejTFq1HDVHCMk1ARmpyIe50sr_6Afo2Yzz66dnHGh58JjZoTh3-ioa3BA4f93XIEc22gHYCTHnjkHtb4JosG-jAcUd02hrFehhhcC5GgvnNu2zl8N4j03trd_2XVdVNIb_UMLvQPeH8/s320/IMG_4851.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>So I went to look for it... (p.s. wrong direction)</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPuHaqdYuvzIArXb5xQEGPMCNN6hBsPXGj93z-mzAiKmiqGJAHu8GskO5yxPJfGd8HAmSfvexlqnUcJtXJT6VPHBas3GlQAAYWPODDAMzdSB5H89nzBZNDQz38EJL9x91bq575fOLRk/s2048/IMG_4833.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrPuHaqdYuvzIArXb5xQEGPMCNN6hBsPXGj93z-mzAiKmiqGJAHu8GskO5yxPJfGd8HAmSfvexlqnUcJtXJT6VPHBas3GlQAAYWPODDAMzdSB5H89nzBZNDQz38EJL9x91bq575fOLRk/s320/IMG_4833.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>...but instead found the longest ever pier...</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSzbT1F5_jmAF1Kvkvjcu42vP-EzjOS3iLMdZzjWbz6I7crWyne9KOase9ImajZKO2v9YlS0_n470YP4_bKl5NNITlKQXrwemzTjZGcSv3ek9PjWeHsNJcfvrPe20wTrRnOTVqctmIUk/s2048/IMG_4821.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSzbT1F5_jmAF1Kvkvjcu42vP-EzjOS3iLMdZzjWbz6I7crWyne9KOase9ImajZKO2v9YlS0_n470YP4_bKl5NNITlKQXrwemzTjZGcSv3ek9PjWeHsNJcfvrPe20wTrRnOTVqctmIUk/s320/IMG_4821.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i> ... and a lighthouse castle worth of every fairy tale.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Overall, the memories of our travels are always sweet... And if I can add a couple more trips - one to Hatfield House and another to Hastings, the travel year would be complete...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjso483nUu5mzpTWGWRs95ndkXnZSQ_cjbUUjhBdAhF1eP5Z89iMS5A3-IlT3OR-5R-sPhjv7XLx-iLM7hM42-H9Xo9O7-YPXinhR537PS8W-gWXeaC5vMowUl9Z3c_ZSjHvtASosh8bmA/s2577/106361066_2567301933579884_7085471583281991880_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1221" data-original-width="2577" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjso483nUu5mzpTWGWRs95ndkXnZSQ_cjbUUjhBdAhF1eP5Z89iMS5A3-IlT3OR-5R-sPhjv7XLx-iLM7hM42-H9Xo9O7-YPXinhR537PS8W-gWXeaC5vMowUl9Z3c_ZSjHvtASosh8bmA/s320/106361066_2567301933579884_7085471583281991880_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>A glance at the Hatfield House from its gardens. Good to be back.</i> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0ChjEGLQeeGynF8-NS0Ri6el18bP7R95RzFnyxOkTxb1tg8It17l-WEu_U-m7Ttx4_i5Yyu9fLMyZ8pag5Srcck-QAA-5NQc4n8rm-OPOEabwpFo9wvptfVj70aK_dPlIYyDQjtsd2A/s2577/79263667_290832612271790_7622441329195729178_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1221" data-original-width="2577" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0ChjEGLQeeGynF8-NS0Ri6el18bP7R95RzFnyxOkTxb1tg8It17l-WEu_U-m7Ttx4_i5Yyu9fLMyZ8pag5Srcck-QAA-5NQc4n8rm-OPOEabwpFo9wvptfVj70aK_dPlIYyDQjtsd2A/s320/79263667_290832612271790_7622441329195729178_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i> The House is pretty massive and part of it is still lived by the 7th Marquess and Marchioness of Salisbury and their family. </i><i>Part of the gardens are in private use, but open for the visitors a couple times a week. </i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrOTsEnpmoAutpbBFvSMZCdFXwYwDU_u7gP7kzZpoj8qC2Rnpmp7DCG0umkymvBVsgR7Lq3eCLk65dFFyD4kX9jIkqyl05lcdxjoxTWBf1ykebufNLV_O_3RxdtBdnW6J1Ga9c-Qn__Y/s2048/82536866_1223588187973300_3285037648817275988_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrOTsEnpmoAutpbBFvSMZCdFXwYwDU_u7gP7kzZpoj8qC2Rnpmp7DCG0umkymvBVsgR7Lq3eCLk65dFFyD4kX9jIkqyl05lcdxjoxTWBf1ykebufNLV_O_3RxdtBdnW6J1Ga9c-Qn__Y/s320/82536866_1223588187973300_3285037648817275988_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Couldn't add more...</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrDvwqf7aqeelNrLD0n1CYkV3xCXAUO-OpyuOT8VkY6yOTBvk6Eovb6VMsI5vIHWHBNjYSq2wVcoEjCBEubOQxOqTg8DjKy6cpdVMnBUJPu0U6mcQahTOF56mSY0Sd0rw1nISc7bej_4/s2577/106112677_391368608488137_4503487466695616865_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2577" data-original-width="1221" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrDvwqf7aqeelNrLD0n1CYkV3xCXAUO-OpyuOT8VkY6yOTBvk6Eovb6VMsI5vIHWHBNjYSq2wVcoEjCBEubOQxOqTg8DjKy6cpdVMnBUJPu0U6mcQahTOF56mSY0Sd0rw1nISc7bej_4/s320/106112677_391368608488137_4503487466695616865_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Neglect of social distancing rules?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEY5ADzlgT7VSYIbDz-6yjTT6wA0uXv9536BKdAtaxUuXT25HlLFjBcfYUeFj4vPCYdyDeNtu0R2kq5wXYcnM2Ery3y_qaIs00DpLi3DUUsxNwToAqn6PU-PUxUzziZ-OYBmv93LRruoQ/s2577/106299821_711954989363496_2066614526530016271_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1221" data-original-width="2577" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEY5ADzlgT7VSYIbDz-6yjTT6wA0uXv9536BKdAtaxUuXT25HlLFjBcfYUeFj4vPCYdyDeNtu0R2kq5wXYcnM2Ery3y_qaIs00DpLi3DUUsxNwToAqn6PU-PUxUzziZ-OYBmv93LRruoQ/s320/106299821_711954989363496_2066614526530016271_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>A moment from the picnic in Hatfield House grounds.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fsyDQDSOW-zqyHZFyKN8oiiciJz82hgnahI44tGvKwGdLAlKZ8nsAPYYHE9XQ_InUtzjc9pyQCs0kECPI99glmqbhPPELWselmIX-xxJUFwUznRbfl6i1sWeeihb8-2pQck9_nQcrow/s2048/109828374_270377377584976_8546717659283548965_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fsyDQDSOW-zqyHZFyKN8oiiciJz82hgnahI44tGvKwGdLAlKZ8nsAPYYHE9XQ_InUtzjc9pyQCs0kECPI99glmqbhPPELWselmIX-xxJUFwUznRbfl6i1sWeeihb8-2pQck9_nQcrow/s320/109828374_270377377584976_8546717659283548965_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Hastings! We're coming! Just not sure how....</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-zGr0P4Fg8VMZA-KAzwtpmKkxQ61Hd7wn2zm9ZzjEFIGyB4vp4bt6nIpgJFoF5htKKMkuJlorogRLD5Yn4jFwsc-V8AXnAaKfZczOIuZDdPAaJBT9aRdLV4FZlMPpKKYhXCXmuqHM6xo/s2048/110101960_309986273475463_4945193449365574423_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-zGr0P4Fg8VMZA-KAzwtpmKkxQ61Hd7wn2zm9ZzjEFIGyB4vp4bt6nIpgJFoF5htKKMkuJlorogRLD5Yn4jFwsc-V8AXnAaKfZczOIuZDdPAaJBT9aRdLV4FZlMPpKKYhXCXmuqHM6xo/s320/110101960_309986273475463_4945193449365574423_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Seasides never disappoint.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFAaAmswmb9HS0R8pyvIXkSZm3YSOl52ykL00ILaukfC1JsG0Ny-Hlgtd8hF5Y-nR0BjTXk0PTWcwT6uQGDFvuIjmhbBirElXLETyRNXkS4Pi5SZ_A5yZBbhT9Kg-ywTErHQCI8VJmQk/s2048/110286154_1673225496163389_2338016554975135219_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFAaAmswmb9HS0R8pyvIXkSZm3YSOl52ykL00ILaukfC1JsG0Ny-Hlgtd8hF5Y-nR0BjTXk0PTWcwT6uQGDFvuIjmhbBirElXLETyRNXkS4Pi5SZ_A5yZBbhT9Kg-ywTErHQCI8VJmQk/s320/110286154_1673225496163389_2338016554975135219_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>As so does the vegan ice cream. </i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibkx7ZAD0y2JrVM0HIWI_UC6K5FW4ttvn3th9wlr1CbNVk4OvhJ1zY5G6MkgSVCfsWjnrlnJiby9HzRj1LQzSIhjp8imR4Tw-JlSlmOBL04YkVD1dQVKrCWSv-jaNUfufglNvC0KgctY0/s2048/112430980_338833563808840_8061182812783873421_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibkx7ZAD0y2JrVM0HIWI_UC6K5FW4ttvn3th9wlr1CbNVk4OvhJ1zY5G6MkgSVCfsWjnrlnJiby9HzRj1LQzSIhjp8imR4Tw-JlSlmOBL04YkVD1dQVKrCWSv-jaNUfufglNvC0KgctY0/s320/112430980_338833563808840_8061182812783873421_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>More of incognito travelling. </i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TGwSDBGgrT0qxgZDnMIYGSLuCUX0sNUj4fDVTALkFY6FYltSCgtzz2KBzPKiaEr3jqZUlKRgGzLolALCZj0HTsLW0tr80pd2lvggmtXl7vhsN3ZEqioD29TsD6B52KsO4t_10Qt3A7s/s2048/112720093_293272881885839_8643840673285316308_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TGwSDBGgrT0qxgZDnMIYGSLuCUX0sNUj4fDVTALkFY6FYltSCgtzz2KBzPKiaEr3jqZUlKRgGzLolALCZj0HTsLW0tr80pd2lvggmtXl7vhsN3ZEqioD29TsD6B52KsO4t_10Qt3A7s/s320/112720093_293272881885839_8643840673285316308_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>And here is opposite to the seaside. Once there was a castle, now only remnants of it</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>and yet it must have been magnificient.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>And here ends all the travelling we managed to do in a year. Way less than what we would normally do, but hey, normally I would have no time to finish another 45 credits in a semester for my studies at Open University. And although I decided to take it nice and easy with the studies from this point onwards, I feel my year were probably the most productive work-wise since the time we moved to UK. <div><br /></div><div>And definitely the most productive cooking-wise for me and the chef of our kitchen - Dom Ramzie... Here would be some of our star dishes from 2020:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTi5YkXcN2884F6Socu-2eeUh-uc122a15E0ZFDTZzd9kTskarQKz0ba_6MmONssqCWB09nrL9IufKcUuaWmxT7Qm0qMcDEaFg_T4toq0Rk8_EnqPMAmOEaydmTJzxtg_XdgnjVI890E/s800/20200425_181618.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTi5YkXcN2884F6Socu-2eeUh-uc122a15E0ZFDTZzd9kTskarQKz0ba_6MmONssqCWB09nrL9IufKcUuaWmxT7Qm0qMcDEaFg_T4toq0Rk8_EnqPMAmOEaydmTJzxtg_XdgnjVI890E/w134-h179/20200425_181618.jpg" width="134" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrVrJ2lKDMznvH9f2K7E78GYqMYffIiKyjHJM_bltuDRwYHfdunfK9JYe3rnjMmikbWaIOhBIlLYar-dTZN2mUpakWBibaP8wB0az9nbnqbAvTs_sYeTFFs5_Uq6s4ZARgLh_LQYOQ-4/s800/20200427_195822.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrVrJ2lKDMznvH9f2K7E78GYqMYffIiKyjHJM_bltuDRwYHfdunfK9JYe3rnjMmikbWaIOhBIlLYar-dTZN2mUpakWBibaP8wB0az9nbnqbAvTs_sYeTFFs5_Uq6s4ZARgLh_LQYOQ-4/w132-h176/20200427_195822.jpg" width="132" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_sML5-BjEyx5uoXv0rRUGBBjemWqRsj6N2VvCiYjiK0SZla4En5WDNLfKv3rqsX7359yaTUfChibZGZBs5xtiu8rAD0pv5_C-k6qn1cJD6VeJOPctoxfqdpGP-L9rr-b6oTLTAlCqZSg/s800/20200619_190012.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_sML5-BjEyx5uoXv0rRUGBBjemWqRsj6N2VvCiYjiK0SZla4En5WDNLfKv3rqsX7359yaTUfChibZGZBs5xtiu8rAD0pv5_C-k6qn1cJD6VeJOPctoxfqdpGP-L9rr-b6oTLTAlCqZSg/w132-h176/20200619_190012.jpg" width="132" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>My take on the blueberry pie. Salmon feast and Home Made burgers. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-2_hrZqsjKG7_KUoKkt-uC_u0hVVSU6EQLZCp7CDu0JmdKHkWuNQYBTeGdhkfKw0kFRDRj83vfcDsiPg7mlP3wJCXDHi5j7g19yRjNC12ySNXDcXT2Ft2WZbSr2VJ7enLsMZGH5TJ5Y/s800/20200501_203128.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-2_hrZqsjKG7_KUoKkt-uC_u0hVVSU6EQLZCp7CDu0JmdKHkWuNQYBTeGdhkfKw0kFRDRj83vfcDsiPg7mlP3wJCXDHi5j7g19yRjNC12ySNXDcXT2Ft2WZbSr2VJ7enLsMZGH5TJ5Y/w193-h145/20200501_203128.jpg" width="193" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpr8Et5-lZBWPQo6A9QQ3ggCvEYuTbXRhhyZ_r0t3OQjZ_3bzOeGZULUNAHnxcVVrtStivKHbsAAfgBfeHfX601M98GenSNVI_zV3ZpUxeKS7qNgyTFv8IpIjOrasgAd0ycvcyCia9Bc/s800/20200208_184248.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Really. And the purpose in majority of the cases is... Netfix.<br />
However, one thing that I enjoy the most about this blog is getting to my stories from at least half year ago and reflecting on what I thought and said back then.<br />
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I re-read the <a href="http://parastese.blogspot.com/2019/07/you-only-grow-when-you-let-go.html">You only grow, when you let go</a> once more. It still hurts, but yes, it's much better and yes, time is the best antidote to the grief. It builds you, it shapes you, it makes you who you are. There was a read that helped me a lot, Max Porter's <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25334576-grief-is-the-thing-with-feathers">Grief is the Thing with Feathers</a>. The situation described in the book is entirely different to mine, yet the emptiness, the sadness and, finally, the healing and break through to the light are very relatable. This is how I imagine them, happy in the eternal light, finally together and with their loved ones who we never met. And for us, here, is the joy of life, a colourful painting full of peace and calmness for those who seek it.<br />
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That's what I've dedicated my 2020-ies which will also mark my 30-ies just in a few months. Finding a balance that I'm happy with. And after going for a first 2020 short outside run this morning, I can say yes, I think I'm happiest and fullest I've ever been (me spitting three times through my shoulder to keep off the back luck, old Lithuanian thing to do, you know, us pagans...).<br />
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First of all, despite the fact you are really good looking man (to me!), amazing cook and we often go to see some pretty good theatre, the moments when you and me just sit in silence (God help two Client Services people in the same house...), after a hell of a long day, is the best thing in the world.<br />
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Second, it's 5 years in UK! I've been in London longer than in Vilnius and that scares me a bit. But hey, now I can allow myself to get back, yes? Not in the next 2.5 years, babe, and let me explain you why.<br />
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Third, basically, I always wanted to study, it's just a thing I like to do. It was a hard-breaking choice to quit my master studies in Lithuania and move with my beloved man to UK. In the end it proved to be just the right thing for me, for him and for us as a couple. I still call it one of the best choices of my life. Leaving everything from studies, family to my baking trays and orchids (can't remember what else I had there...)<br />
But here we go, I'm a student once more! It's a hell hard thing to do after 5 years academic break and working full time in the field where many people just can't keep up. And yet... A philologist in BA and, most importantly, in heart, now is a student in the faculty of Technology. I don't promise to get my masters there. But I do enjoy it now, it is a piece of the puzzle that I was missing for a long time and it makes me feel good.<br />
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So I made 'My little list of happiness for 2020', which I would like to re-read each time I'm getting <i>pissed off </i>(apologies, I know, I know...) because of someone, something or myself, which also happens:<br />
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1. Husband. Proud to call him so, the burden is very pleasant, I would say.<br />
2. My extended family. God save the family with a teenager and 3 dogs, but it's a blessing too.<br />
3. My friends. Everywhere, would it be UK, Poland or Lithuania. I'm grateful for having many different personalities around me who are supportive (well, majority of the times!) and caring.<br />
4. Lithuania. Mum's Christmas gift of woolen socks from my hometown Pasvalys Museum went right through my heart and onto my feet. In general, I feel the most Lithuanian I ever been.<br />
5. Studies. Even if I have no clue in Technology, I'm trained in storytelling. I think my tutor got it already...<br />
6. Company I work in. People voted me to be in the top 4 Star employees second time. I don't feel I do anything special, I just think they're greatest people I've ever worked with!<br />
7. Moving my ass. Let's be honest, there was too much 'potating' involved during Christmas time as well as through the 2019. Sport for the spirit!<br />
8. Place I live. London, Wapping, our apartment, sofa... my 10 plants in one room.<br />
9. Food. I have my personal Domie Ramzi at home, what else can I want?<br />
10. Audible! Oh my goodness, the concept of an audiobook changed my life. Let me not start on it, it needs a separate post with a love letter to Stephen Fry's voice.<br />
10.5? My... wardrobe? Or... Blog? Well, I can't think of anything else and I still like to write. Even if ears down deep in English, I'm joining the group of sad <a href="https://twitter.com/vivalanga/status/938455092163903489">byelinguals</a>.<br />
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Make your own little list of happiness. Re-read it. It works.<br />
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Labanakt,<br />
Juste<br />
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<br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-26317491401732162042019-08-05T14:39:00.002-07:002019-08-05T14:43:14.431-07:00Every little countsThis is the strange period in my life when every little counts. A smile, a word, a hug, a taste, a glance, a second, everything is somewhat longer, deeper, sometimes weird, exciting and new like a smoked beef brisket (what a thing!) and sometimes nostalgic like a chamomile tea with a drop of honey.<br />
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I had a lot of food for thoughts in the past 2 months and very incredible clash of emotions. The darkest shadow of loss and thereafter, right away, a pure joy seeing so many lovely faces on our wedding day. I sometimes don't know where it all went to, is it all over or just the beginning (hope not!), but I'm grateful for every single person who stood next to me and behind me and in front of me to help me through the storm. I don't know if it's over yet, but now I know better than ever before - this shit is serious, it's called life and, admit, you love it after all. This is the reason you get out of bed, wash your hair, put that bright dress on and march forward to see what happens next.<br />
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My London sister Rit is learning Danish and all I can say about that is 'godt klaret'! Tho I hate the idea of my friend moving to another time zone (even if it's only an hour ahead) and us loosing the chance to plan any unexpected cheat meal meet-ups, everyone has the right to dream and reach for those dreams. And the fact is that if the connection is deep enough and sincere, there is no matter what is the country or the time - you can always wait for your kid-friend (not because you're short, you know!) coming over for Christmas! I will leave this paragraph open for the next time as I feel there will be stories to tell.<br />
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It's good to have people you don't necessary need to speak everyday to. You know they're there and they're part of your life as much as you're part of their life. The true is - as you're getting older and bolder (myself in behavior, mostly), only the true connections survive. You simply don't have and don't want to have time for something that is not real enough, not strong enough, meet the people you don't care about or build connections just for the sake of knowing people from all around the world (which I should probably consider more). Sometimes less is more and every little counts.<br />
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<br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-4880123654837909872019-07-14T14:41:00.002-07:002019-07-14T15:46:36.290-07:00You only grow, when you let goJuly 2019. Mid summer flu in mid summer heat in the middle of the Queens island. What a year to live, what a life to lead for the years to come.<br />
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If I was openly complaining what disturbing and difficult the past few years been, now I want to ctrl+find my few years younger self and kick her ass. And I'm not saying this year is the hardest ever and forever as that would be a complete hipster talk with half eaten vegan chipolata sausage sandwich in one hand and nothing to drink but rhubarb-lemon-mint cordial in another. Life might be unfair, life might be rewarding, sometimes you're late to say goodbye and sometimes dreams can lead you to salvation even if lately you haven't been on your best terms with the God.<br />
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If you want to shout and you want to cry and you want to tear the whole world apart (my Shakespeare self is speaking), that is OK. That is the price of your most heartwarming moments.<br />
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<b>January: Winter Wonderland. </b><br />
I don't really like crowds. Or if to be completely honest, I sort of hate crowds and my definition of crowd starts with 20+ people including at least couple of kids or one high pitched teenager in exchange of 2x five year olds. Basically, I'm not very good with people. And that's why I would like to put a subscription 'thank you' to my fried Zizi who took me to the Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park.<br />
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<b>January part 2. Trip to Lithuania.</b><br />
Simply if I would have known... But back then it was meeting all the loved ones at the table with my grandpas blessing smile from the gardens of Eden, over our bend silvering heads. Talks, hugs and mad drive in the nowhere getting closer to our destination day by day.<br />
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If you're afraid of Lithuanian winter, just buy a warm hat. Keep your autumn coat tho.</div>
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<b>February. Time is taking it all.</b><br />
There is certain emptiness that you couldn't imagine and never wanted to think about, and now you can't measure it, just call it 'the void' or the 'deep-dark spot' in the corner of your heart that once was so vivid that it hurts to remember anything of that sort.<br />
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<b>March. Trip to Birmingham to celebrate the Restoration of Independence day.</b><br />
11th of March is the day when us, Lithuanians, are getting back to our roots and celebrating who we are as a country and as a community. And what could be a better way to celebrate than to hear one of the worlds best female conductors and a proud lithuanian Mirga Gražinytė-Tyla conducting the impressive City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra. And to pepper it all up - the first part of the concert was dedicated to the most famous Lithuanian composer Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis. Complemented by the beautiful Čiurlionis palette inspired (he was also a painter) glass-drawn visualisations, the performance went above the beyond reminding us of everything dear waiting in the homeland.<br />
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<b>March part 2. Celebrate the friendship too.</b><br />
I don't want to brag, but I feel we sort of have a thing going on in here. All 3 of us being completely different, we meet for Birthdays and rare few other occasions, which resolves into hurtful cheeks, tense bellies and tired feet.<br />
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<b>April. It's Easter time.</b><br />
Time for the Easter egg dying, picnic season opening and Spring Holidays!<br />
And note to myself - Kew gardens is always a good idea, no matter the time of the year. So I'm coming back for Christmas. Ha.<br />
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<b>May. It's never been like that. And never will.</b></div>
Remember, I spoke about the 'void' and about 'the deep-dark spot' in my heart? I more and more realize there is no right description for the grief. Just the silence in your ears, strange emptiness in your stomach and birds chirping as loud as they can, as if to say there is no 'here' or 'there' anymore, it is only 'now' and 'now' will never heal you or return what was taken from you.<br />
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<b>May part 2. There are no two things alike.</b><br />
When you call your friends 'friends' for many years, a new fresh branch grows on your family tree and here is how I got my London sister, Rit. And when you say to your sister you don't want a hen party, because you don't get an idea behind it, they behave just like any sister would do.<br />
And so that was a remedy, a beginning to recovery, a treat to my body and to my soul. Thank you my dear for the crazy trip and cheerful moments, for the loud laugh in the streets and honestly perfect food!<br />
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<b>June. I was never so sure in my life.</b><br />
If I could, I would put that day on repeat, but God is not an Amazon and life is not a subscription. This is why we made some pictures and living on with the warmest memories.<br />
The church, the yes'es, the looks, the feels, the shivers, the love, the kisses, the blessing, the guests, the smiles, the sun, the wind, the atmosphere, the decorations, the music, the gifts and the song-gifts, the food, the friends, the parents, the brothers and the sisters, the kiddos, the greetings, the wishes, the cards, the flowers, the photos, the overwhelming joy, the manor, the boom, the Žilvitis, the cake, the book, the priest, the God, the beloved relatives watching from above, the red dress and even the insects and the sunburn.<br />
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<br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-60696793290819166272018-10-17T14:19:00.000-07:002018-10-17T14:29:23.775-07:00Time for 10 positivesHello World!<br />
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So basically... where to start... This blog was hanging out somewhere there in the wide valleys of the internet for more than a year. And I could not be bothered about it. Opened once or twice, thought about it several times and finally after 14 months of un-monitored silence, decided I should maybe write something in.<br />
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This one hell of a year is going on, but shhh, at least it's not boring, not for a moment... (1st positive!)<br />
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August 2017 I quit my, back then, new and well paid job. Mainly for toxic environment. Need to admit, some things were my fault, some others weren't, but it helped me building my personality and this is what I'm grateful for. It gave me a couple of relations that I'm always happy to get a dinner with, lots of experience, good entry on my CV and, most important, food for thoughts about myself and my path. (2nd positive!)<br />
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After 2 months, maybe 10 interviews and lots, lots of kilometres running round and round St. Albans, I got 3 job offers and happily accepted one. It was a good place... for a short time. Exactly what I needed to forget bad experiences, learn something cool, meet great people and move on. And we even moved from St. Albans to Central London (3rd positive!) After three months I've experienced so far the worst week in my life, loosing my job on Tuesday, loosing my beloved Grandpa on Friday... May God rest his soul...<br />
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Same company offered me a position with another team, but due to some fucked up financial crisis, changed their mind a couple of months later by giving me my second redundancy note in eight months. Well, at least I got a good redundancy package and nice recommendations! (4th positive!)<br />
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Almost two months of unemployment. Hot hot summer and lots of time for myself. In general, it was a good time! (5th positive!) Which ended up with my current employment in a digital marketing agency. (6th very positive!) Guys, I'm changing the field! For the past two months I'm the girl for automated e-mailing, creative and development management. Hope it's gonna stay this way... hopefully a little bit less busy, but exciting and interesting! (7th positive!)<br />
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Our two best-friend-couples got divorced. They're actually 'going through' divorce (as if it would be a cursed forest) which is a sad fact and overall strange experience for me and my fiancee. But after all, if it gives a new stimulus to live their life to it's fullest, I'm happy for all of them. (8th positive!)<br />
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I hope for Holidays in December (9th positive!)<br />
I hope the rest of the year is merry and fulfilling (10th positive!)<br />
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As I finally admitted that I'm real bad in keeping promises, especially those to myself, I'll not promise next post. Just switching off till the next time.<br />
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Wish you (don't think anyone is reading, but anyway) hyggel'ish autum, lots of coziness and good moments with your loved ones.<br />
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<br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-23997400250466039162017-08-11T12:28:00.000-07:002018-07-24T11:05:21.968-07:00Season update / new starts 2.0It was one hell of a summer :) hot and rainy and windy and sunny, even with tender storms and I heard the thunder once in London (or it was maybe a tube, don't know).<br />
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Peace of mind is what I'm seeking and finding in readings, in weekends, in lunch breaks, in evening, in sunshine, in sunsets, in rain, in running, in sleeping.<br />
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Croatia was something amazing. All the landscapes, the warmth, long nights and incredibly hot days.<br />
Big decisions made and plans started.<br />
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Sharing just a glance, a breath, a very happy moment of summer:<br />
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<br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-10696436938603043482017-05-29T13:58:00.000-07:002018-07-24T10:57:54.575-07:00I woke up in May...Time flies fast when you are in London. Locking home doors at 8:00 am, unlocking at 7:30 pm. Reading in train, having bunch of meetings during the day, starting new projects, extinguishing fires, learning new stuff.<br /><br />So yes, I got that dream-like job and here I am already two months having my personal work laptop, huge screen and new responsibilities. Smooth shift (well, almost smooth) and deep in localisation of TV commercials, dreaming big and having lots of plans for my future career. Sometimes I can't believe it's been 2,5 years in London, taking same trains in the morning and carefully saying that I'm here to get experience. Well, I turned 27 this week and finally I can admit to myself that what I call ''experience'' is actually seeking a career of some sort. So far it brings just a bit of profit, but it should pay well in a decade... or not. But that is no worry as I have plan A, B, C and even D that would be growing carrots in my tiny village. :)<br /><br />And again... when turning 27. Can't believe I actually turned out to be quite pragmatic. London turns heads for all and I'm no exception.<br /><br />Many things happened during past months. Lazy and lovely Easter at St. Albans, getting back to Lithuania just for a short one,attending super inspiring weddings of old friends, meeting some people I missed so much, seeing grandpa in the hospital (whole range of emotions, but he's strong our old guy and he's clinging to life so much that life can do nothing but keep him in this world), speaking lots and lots with my grandma and loving Lithuanian nature and quality of air (even in Vilnius). Compared to that London is some chaotic, poisonous, overcrowded hell of a city in summer or as D. says ''weather in London is designed for work and work only''. We had one day for Capital and spend it all going round and round, making about 25 km that day and then almost crying in the airport of being so tired and not able to stand anymore. Luckily, wizzair sells Milka donuts on board and my mood often hinge to sugar rush.<br /><br />Was so tired on my Birthday after 5 short nights and only 2 of those spent in the same bed... but Birthday was perfect. Getting so many lovely gifts and warm greetings. Feeling awesome, having cake and fruit, laughing a lot, attending Team meeting where my boss suddenly turns Happy Birthday music on and everyone starts their Birthday wishes round. Can't help myself but blush, not used to such attention. All week of celebrations - fiancee and flowers and wine and super tasty home made dinner (God, he really cooks better than me), a gift voucher for theatre tickets (thanks to Ha and Rita). Meeting Zi on Friday afternoon to explore Regents park all over, having pizza, cake and lots of laughs on probably the hottest day this summer. Thanks for the amazing gifts my dear! Meeting Milla and Cyntia on Saturday, having random lunch, random Thames Cruise and cocktails somewhere at Canary Wharf. Roses, book, cards, sweets... Lots and lots of attention that makes me smile so much I get bruises all over my cheeks, but who cares about braces when you are 27 and still having your family all together, being engaged to most caring man in the world, having old and new friends, jobs and opportunities. When you finally learn not to look back.<br /><br />It's Monday evening and time to sleep, week is going fast and I'll be back with some list of theatre performances that I want to randomly put in this blog. Just to keep it safe.<br /><br />Good night!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-52279399376967524422017-02-23T13:16:00.000-08:002018-07-24T10:57:54.607-07:00Storm Doris and Lithuanian presentsThursday, 23 of February 2017. We try to make our way to London, but there are no trains departing or coming to St. Albans. Feels like Christmas. Completely isolated from London, full streets of people and cars heading home... to work remotely.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Oh, happy days! One more day spent on video quality assurance, but my minds are elsewhere. In London, in Vilnius, in Pasvalys. Anywhere, but not at work. </div><div><br /></div><div>A great present from my friend Agnė arrived this morning - fresh and beautiful ''Šiaurietiški atsivėrimai'' (http://siaurietiskiatsiverimai.psvb.lt/), a reminder of the past time, present and future time of Pasvalys region. And even if my childhood slipped away (haven't seen it) in a village almost 20 kilometres away from this small Lithuanian city, I feel proud and excited that they still have this wonderful cultural journal going. It comes out twice a year, which is just enough to gather cultural news, remember honourable writers, musicians, scholars, teachers and all other big people who were born in this area.<br /><br />Sometimes I contribute with an article or interview, however, for the past 2 years it's getting harder and harder to write in any language. It scares me. I keep forgetting the grammar, punctuation and stylistic rules of my own language! On the other hand, I feel that my spoken Lithuanian is better than ever before as I'm choosing the words more carefully and thoughtfully. Many times when I speak about London realities, I can't avoid translating English into Lithuanian in my head. Here is the funny part! Literal translation in localisation project managers life is a real horror leading to trouble, so when I ''Google translate'' in my mind, I just hear myself being literal and then I start thinking about tasty Lithuanian adjectives, playful nouns and intriguing verbs. In short, exile is forcing me to remember words that were long forgotten, sometimes not even used anymore in modern Lithuanian. And invent some...<br /><br />I always thought that I'm not interested in linguistics, it's a waste of time and the only real thing that I want to be lectured about is literature. Literature, life, feeling, meaning, existential questions that can reveal some life secrets, support and justify your own actions, explain your past and present. All the emotional depths were what I really did care about... just 4 years ago. Today I work with hundreds of linguists, my colleagues come from more than 50 different countries and what I really enjoy is listening to words, thinking about their etymology, evolving and relation of languages. If one day I would decide to connect my still unexplained allure to history and now to linguistics, I would probably get back to study some papers of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania. I day dreamed during half of my linguistic courses back at University and now it's something that I would love to repeat like a guilty pleasure.<br /><br />I have only 1-2 hours a day and weekends to be really excited about something. And now I'm torn between an urge to watch costume TV series, start one of the online courses on linguistics and keep reading the books about intercultural communication, management, decision making and problem solving. I know that it makes me a bit smarter or just a little more professional in my daily activities, but at the same time I really miss reading some Lithuanian books and poetry just to feel the masterly flow of the words, the perfect yarns of the sentences.<br /><br />Here, on 23 of February 2017, I'm ''in the middle of insanity'', lost in the city of possibilities, dreaming about careless days in the village, thinking that this exile is something very strong and life-changing.<br /><br />And after all of this, I enjoy simple administration tasks. Updating trackers and timelines, writing e-mails, reading CVs and even the Storm called Doris.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-41516618441164819472017-02-19T03:30:00.000-08:002018-06-16T13:39:40.909-07:00viena savaitė iki kovoKadangi artėja pavasaris ir jau tikiuosi su visam padėjau pirštines, reikia šiek tiek ir spalvų. Žalios, žalsvos, baltos, gaivumo, paprastumo ir lengvumo. Jeigu pamąstant metafiziškai, kaip aš labai mėgstu, ir gyvenimas Londono pakrašty per dvejus metus tapo paprastesniu, gražesniu ir mielesniu, nei bet kada anksčiau.<br />
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Ne todėl, kad emigranto gyvenimas lengvesnis ir turtingesnis, ne. Iš namų išeinu aštuntą ryto, grįžtu jau po septynių vakaro, o kartais net tą pačią aštuntą. Būna, kad guliesi į lovą ir iš nuovargio norisi verktit... net ne norisi, o ašaros pačios byra. Negaliu sau leisti naktinėti, nes apsnūdimas darbe baigiasi sulėtėjusia reakcija ir klaidomis, o klaidų taisymas kaštuoja laiką, kuris jau ir taip griežtai suplanuotas. Laikas sau slypi traukinyje ir toje valandžiukėje, kuri lieka po maisto gaminimo, rūbų skalbimo, namų tvarkymo ir bendravimo su išsiilgtais žmonėmis. Savaitgaliais norisi šokti iš džiaugsmo, bet tai tik dvi dienos, kai gali redaguoti savo gyvenimo aprašymą, nes kitą savaitę vėl bus interviu vienoje iš geriausių vertimo įmonių pasaulyje, į kurį ir konkursantai suguža iš pusės pasaulio.<br />
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<li>be penkių pavasaris! pora savaičių ir viskas sužaliuos, mesim paltus, lįsim į parkus, vėl galėsiu stresą verst į nubėgtus kilometrus</li>
<li>savaitgalio tri'pai! Galvoje visą žiemą išnešioti Londono ir kitų miestų objektai</li>
<li>greitai bus Z. gimtadienis, o gimtadieniais mes visada veikiam kažką faino</li>
<li>Velykom veikiausiai važiuosim į Lietuvą, o gal ir dar kur prasuksim, kas ten žino</li>
<li>šiemet nesikraustom!</li>
<li>pavasarį galbūt turėsim svečių ir dar svečių, yra ko laukti</li>
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JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-718310828702742862017-01-14T12:53:00.000-08:002018-07-24T10:57:54.641-07:00When it's 13 of January and you are Lithuanian in UK<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "roboto slab" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">You can work with half of the world, speak several different languages, but the people from neighbour countries will still understand you the best. Or at least as good as your Lithuanian friends would understand you. Lets take this super simple example of saying 'please don't forget to text me when your home'. It means I do care about you, I wish you a safe journey and I worry about you being home late. Would the colleagues / friends from Western countries ask you that? How they would react when you ask them? Lets say you got late because you went for an unplanned dinner with your colleague. And you say 'please text me when you're home', not on the way, not on the train, but home, when you're really safe and warm. Because I was the fault you stayed late today. And you know what? I am pretty much sure that for some nations this question would sound like huh? Are you controlling me or what? Are you know my Mom after I went for dinner with you? Why do you want to control me?. It's not to control you, my dears. It shows that I really do care about you.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br style="font-family: "roboto slab", "times new roman", serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "roboto slab" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sometimes I think if all cultural differences are like this or even more radical, how do we manage to do business and even have families together. No, there should be some other explanation.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br style="font-family: "roboto slab", "times new roman", serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "roboto slab" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The same with being Mr. Chatterbox? Does it work like I think? Please tell me I wrong and the progressions and promotions in this country are happening because of the wide smiles and very low percentage of real job and real efficiency. You got a new job? What would you do? Should you first tell all the world about it or just try to start it and ask for the help when it's really needed? Wrong answer, you make every one aware of you handling this super extra important job, no matter how small and straight forward it can be. Yes, this is the right answer. </span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br style="font-family: "roboto slab", "times new roman", serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "roboto slab" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">As we say in Lithuania "darbas ne vilkas, į mišką nepabėgs". It's a proverb meaning " work is not a wolf, it will not run away to the forest". This is how I learned why some people are super happy and always have time for themselves. Someone secretly whispered them the spell of real harmony, old Lithuanian proverb. Yes, we are magicians, ing and jan locked within indoeuropean vowels. Magicians no less than rebels. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "roboto slab" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "roboto slab" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Actually I wanted to write about paganism. That's right, on 13 of January when I regret not seeing the fires in Vilnius. Oh well, I still feel the spirit, from photos, videos, talks, posts. And I'm still proud to be one of!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "roboto slab" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "roboto slab" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "roboto slab" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br style="font-family: "roboto slab", "times new roman", serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span> <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.870588); font-family: "roboto slab" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span>JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-6457846317210096082017-01-11T13:32:00.000-08:002018-07-24T10:57:54.671-07:00When I do dreamWhen I'm completely bored I start dreaming. And then it's almost 10 pm and I need to go to sleep!<br />The life is unfair for those who need more than 7 hours of sleep every night.<br /><br />I dream about:<br />* summer when I'll get back home at 7 pm and it will be nice and sunny... and sunny and nice. And I'll go for a run. Or maybe try to wake up at 6:40 am (which is completely doable if it's summer) and then go for a nice run before getting ready to work. It means running equals relaxation and happiness, summer equals happiness, so running plus summer is absolute happiness. I wanted to say Utopia, but no, it's doable, reachable, tasteable;<br /><br />* finding new job and learning something new! New people, new energy, new projects. I think God wanted me to be where I am now, to see and experience what I do see and I do experience, it sculpts me, changes me, makes me to grow up and see what people and situations I want to avoid in my life. He always sends me lessons, that guy! Oh my dear comfort zone, I'll miss you so much.<br /><br />* taking more pictures. I find it extremely relaxing, but I actually do like staging the things before I take the picture or looking for scenes that are 'only here, only now'. I kind a hate only 1 thing in this - it's taking the pictures of myself. Yeah, I know... Selfies with others doesn't count.<br /><br />* seeing more cities than we seen in 2016! Possible, not possible? I hope it's possible.<br /><br />* reading more! For me it works like this. I'm so horribly lazy to take that book (or kindle, usually kindle) unless I left it in the middle of some grand action like the one when Moors were taking over Spain or Robert Baratheon was just about to die. The fiction is an absolute goddess of literary!<br /><br />* ps will add pics next day, too lazy!<br /><br /><br /><br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-122413797435241212017-01-07T04:01:00.000-08:002017-01-07T04:01:07.605-08:00post šventinis post'asTai buvo vienos iš jaukiausių Kalėdų mano gyvenime. Šventinės nuotaikos darbe, penktadienio punčas, klasikinės barokinės muzikos koncertas Southwark Cathedral, atnešęs nuostabų šventinį nusiraminimą ir jaukumą. Pojūtis, kad nebereikia skubėti, žmonės rakina mažų parduotuvėlių duris, languose įsižiebia kalėdinės lempelės ir pamažu nustoja riedėję paskutiniai traukiniai. Ramu, šventiška ir miela.<br />
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Naujuosius sutikome taipogi namuose, su trejetu artimų draugų, kurie liko ir sekmadienio pasivaikščiojimams per lietų iki Katedros. Gera žinoti, kad po kelių metų jau turbūt susitiksime šeimomis, kur nors užmiesčio namukuose, o gal net judėsime viens pas kitą tais vėlyvais paskutiniais traukiniais, galbūt lėktuvais.<br />
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2016-ieji turėjo keletą pradžių ir keletą pabaigų, bet geriausia žinoti, kad dėl jų visų esu laiminga.<br />
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<br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-58267741689964643122016-12-25T06:09:00.000-08:002018-07-24T10:57:54.703-07:00Merry! Our living room smells oranges, duck is having heath baths in the oven, Christmas is all but going on! Merry Christmas everyone! Have fun! :)<br /><br />If 2016 were are good year for you, I wish 2017 to be even better! Love and care about yourself as well as about the others. May the amount of love given gets back with a triple power. Care about yourself, care about your health both mental and physical and when you have it, you can help everyone around! This is what life is about, isn't it? :)<br /><br />This year we decided to stay at home in St. Albans since we visited our families on the very first week of December and yes... also because the flights tend to be extremely expensive and difficult during the festive period. Our second Christmas together with my beloved fianceé (upgrade 2016.0), pure calmness and joy! The weather in England reminds late autumn or early spring, but it's no better in Lithuania as well, so oh well, who cares!<br /><br />And here come the fragments of our living room:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5khFfD2_E5f6GF6sA0_evUPHI4eSI2AhJuWaHXtR0xIOXX_mE0ERU_WOaMsEocJ7Rw-qH1kqgb-QVPxC4xyF7EynjyQNnj35MxIa1GRPtznRKnf30-6_OLa_jLmY2_8hp6rQOWkPmCA/s1600/IMG_20161225_130039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5khFfD2_E5f6GF6sA0_evUPHI4eSI2AhJuWaHXtR0xIOXX_mE0ERU_WOaMsEocJ7Rw-qH1kqgb-QVPxC4xyF7EynjyQNnj35MxIa1GRPtznRKnf30-6_OLa_jLmY2_8hp6rQOWkPmCA/s320/IMG_20161225_130039.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblfLVsqBU-6VO4l9Htjwg6GEPjFvKjkQaYdgwl-JCZGO5j9aaP1lAOv_yWXvqw9JP43CIjf4U7I7F4z4UWMFi1YUJ6V15htKXd7DM8oGjiBXH3uFWv4moukfoIz6fFUsYEqIvZf29FXs/s1600/IMG_20161224_165030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblfLVsqBU-6VO4l9Htjwg6GEPjFvKjkQaYdgwl-JCZGO5j9aaP1lAOv_yWXvqw9JP43CIjf4U7I7F4z4UWMFi1YUJ6V15htKXd7DM8oGjiBXH3uFWv4moukfoIz6fFUsYEqIvZf29FXs/s320/IMG_20161224_165030.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3oNwiiNtRj8UNSoQJD7utjyYvB_2K_Wb9aBYzeejfCdLOMx8q-YCcLOdIXGJfH41EqD7IP6PbGZGZyy8xczDbS5-CVUHdlBZbmRI_zqmmn9u575gUK6hy9oh9w2gnjIibYA-zp6-0Rw/s1600/IMG-20161214-WA0000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3oNwiiNtRj8UNSoQJD7utjyYvB_2K_Wb9aBYzeejfCdLOMx8q-YCcLOdIXGJfH41EqD7IP6PbGZGZyy8xczDbS5-CVUHdlBZbmRI_zqmmn9u575gUK6hy9oh9w2gnjIibYA-zp6-0Rw/s320/IMG-20161214-WA0000.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRzads2jA9uep_R0A2X1C7XUI5UINsXGcDRroLISTkSpgu1Za0WctPTC7Sdr5Bz6SiBt-_ht_bCMGaFsnaf0SrzCHHLEhVqgzFzF5fgmf8c7Plp7gjTBiiNiAj6ASEGIaPddGTTa3k7E/s1600/IMG_20161224_165418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRzads2jA9uep_R0A2X1C7XUI5UINsXGcDRroLISTkSpgu1Za0WctPTC7Sdr5Bz6SiBt-_ht_bCMGaFsnaf0SrzCHHLEhVqgzFzF5fgmf8c7Plp7gjTBiiNiAj6ASEGIaPddGTTa3k7E/s320/IMG_20161224_165418.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8edy08653IkpWqvR4QECQEZA5ggCm72yo3f6els4McdoxgDgiCPAy0tM2x7CZSjUywWOXhF1ZyT2nhuY9X1IOXl8KAIlgUXlKSaDolqU8yVzRhVTMqLik8Ml4BHvQN83OBEUKObPuaQ/s1600/IMG-20161225-WA0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8edy08653IkpWqvR4QECQEZA5ggCm72yo3f6els4McdoxgDgiCPAy0tM2x7CZSjUywWOXhF1ZyT2nhuY9X1IOXl8KAIlgUXlKSaDolqU8yVzRhVTMqLik8Ml4BHvQN83OBEUKObPuaQ/s320/IMG-20161225-WA0010.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLxulYsKChY9ZIHetWhcoIzGmN8YD-WGMSG23d5JIrDYotzdKGNSI9eMIm-jtRn-q12AH8WDTIUSYki81pnAGGyBmtmfO5M37vSCvDWTyqIWZ-0Wjmqp_QahN3FCep3jGOdyIQRaMM0k/s1600/IMG-20161225-WA0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLxulYsKChY9ZIHetWhcoIzGmN8YD-WGMSG23d5JIrDYotzdKGNSI9eMIm-jtRn-q12AH8WDTIUSYki81pnAGGyBmtmfO5M37vSCvDWTyqIWZ-0Wjmqp_QahN3FCep3jGOdyIQRaMM0k/s320/IMG-20161225-WA0009.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Since our apartment is on the third floor, I can see loads of Christmas lights in the city! I love this tiny room outside London where only passing trains (not the case today) reminds me there are more people on this Earth, not only us two :)<br /><br />Cozy and tasty Christmas again!<br /><br />Love,<br />Ju<br /><br /><br /><br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-60843508362203797482016-11-02T15:51:00.000-07:002016-11-02T15:55:55.911-07:00o kokia tavo taktika su poezija?<div>
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JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-17055462610599919182016-11-02T15:10:00.000-07:002016-11-02T15:39:39.297-07:00kaip sutramdyti partizaniuką arba rytų europiečių godosEinam rudenėtom Londono gatvėmis trise ir juokiamės iš savęs, kad trys muškietininkės - viena iš Ukrainos, kita iš Lenkijos, trečia iš Lietuvos. Visoms pabodo, kad rytų europiečius dažnai traukia per dantį, tai sutarėm, kad jau ne, šį kartą mes būsim tos, kurios eina pietų į miestą vidurdienį ir aukštai iškeltom galvom. Antai stereotipas yra tiesa, kad vadinamieji rytų europiečiai (nors iš tiesų tai net nelabai rytų) yra tie žmones, kurie veža įmones. Aukodami pietų pertraukas, dirbdami ilgas valandas, rytais pradėdami dirbti laiku, o ne po trijų rytinės kavos puodelių, arbatos, chat'o ir tualeto. Tiesiog darbštūs ir efektyvūs žmonės, kurie už tai yra vertinami ir, deja, labai dažnai išnaudojami kaip pigi ir paklusni darbo jėga. Pigumas pigumu, čia jau kita tema apie tai, kad dažnai emigrantams net ir mokama pagal šalį, iš kurios jie yra atvykę. Bet paklusnumas... į(si)bauginimo lengvumas yra tai, ko visiems žmonėms iš Rytų Europos būtina atsikratyti. Tai yra savybės, kurias atradus galima manipuliuoti žmonėmis ir juos išnaudojant pasiekti savo tikslų. Žodžiu, visai nieko gero.<br />
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Bet visada yra bet. Dažnas rytų europietis giliai viduje turi slypinti partizaniuką. Jie dažnai nutyli, dažnai tiesiog paburnoja ir nieko nedaro, bet jeigu sukyla... sulaikyti labai sunku. Neseniai juokėmės iš įmonės (gi gerai, kad kaimyno stogas dega), kurioje visas Rytų Europos blokas atsistojo, išėjo ir nebegrįžo. Tai tau ir paklusnumas. Tegul lenkų klientai lieka patenkinti be konsultacijų lenkų kalba.<br />
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Pačiai teko išgirsti You are a rebel, Justi. Taip, esu ir būsiu, nes kas yra neteisinga ne tik mano, bet ko ne dešimties žmonių akyse, tas iš tiesų yra labai potencialiai neteisinga. Italai ir vokiečiai kartais mano kitaip - kas neteisinga jų akyse, vadinasi yra neteisinga, kam dar klausti kitų nuomonės. Aš visgi persiklausiu. Vėl gi - atsargumas ir baikštumas nr. 1<br />
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Taip kaip gi sekėsi trims muškietininkėms?<br />
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Pavalgėm skanaus Thai maisto už gerą kainą. Win win, vien dėl to, kad mes nesakom fui ir nebėgam pro duris, jei virtuvėje dirba močiutė iš Tailando, o stalai nėra lakuoto medžio. Ji gera močiutė, o ir stalą čia pat pavalo.<br />
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Ir spėkit, kuo viskas baigėsi?<br />
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Atspėjot. Kalbom apie Rusiją ir politiką (wasn't me who started). Apie spaudą po Lenkijos prezidento žūties, apie tai, kad Milla dar ilgai negalės grįžti į Ukrainą, apie naujus šaukimus į Lietuvos kariuoną, apie tą keistą Kaliningradą, kur turbūt ir gyvena Piteris Penas. Nes nieks nieko nežino, nieks nemato. Apie neatpažintus skraidančius objektus ir visus kitus bendrus rytų europiečių rūpesčius, apie kuriuos nepakalbėsi su vakariečiais. Pavyzdžiui, kur gaut geros varškės (pasirodo, čia visų koksas) ir kodėl UK nebeina nusipirkt pigių karvučių.<br />
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Žodžiu, rimtos moterys, rimtos ir kalbos. Dabar eisim vakarienės.<br />
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O aš tuo tarpu baisiai noriu daktariškos dešros, bet nežinau, kur nusipirkt nesitrenkiant į rytų Londoną. Nes aš gi iš Šiaurės. Kas mane taip netyčia taipogi išskiria iš daugumos kitų Londono emigrantų. Bet apie emigrantų emigrantiškus miestelius miestuose jau kitą kartą.<br />
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Labanakt!<br />
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<br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-47138546530209383142016-10-16T13:23:00.001-07:002016-10-16T13:27:45.372-07:00Kai dar nemiršti, bet traukia kažkur kiturSekmadienio vakare atnaujinu savo CV. Ir juokiuos iš savęs, koks grubus ir netikęs jis buvo. Ir stebiuos, kad iš viso susiradau darbą biure. Ne stebuklas, kad ieškoti teko tikrai ilgai.<br />
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Na, o dabar, po dviejų pilnaties metų Karalienės saloje, metas judėti. Metas ieškotis naujų veiklų ir naujų iššūkių. Metas vėl pareiti iš darbo naujų įspūdžių pilna galva, mokytis naujų kolegų vardus, atrasti naujus Londono kelius ir keliukus, popiečio saulės kaitinamas aikšteles ir vienišus vardinius suoliukus. Tik šį kartą kiek kitaip - jau žinant šalį, numanant, ko tikėtis interviu ir planuojant pamažu išeiti iš vieno darbo ir atsidurti kitame.<br />
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Susidomėjimo Lietuva periodas baigėsi, pasikeitė žmonės, pasikeitė nuomonė, viskas pakrypo netikėta linkme. Kultūrinė įvairovė yra gėris, kol viena kultūra nemėgina sunaikinti kitos, kol jos nežemina. 3 metai gyvenimo universiteto, net nebaigtas bakalauras, o tiek daug keistų patirčių.<br />
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Drauge savimi stebiuosi - išmokau greitai atsistoti, padaryti išvadas ir judėti tolyn. Nes man nerūpi ir niekada nerūpėjo intrigos. Nes tai, kas man tikrai rūpi yra 65 sūreliai šaldytuve, namų jaukumas, kai už lango lyja, sušildytos kojos, meilūs apkabinimai, skanios vakarienės su draugais, su kuriais nebijai būti atvira, žmonės, kurie nelabai arti, bet visiškai šalia, kurie nepamiršta tavęs net išvykę atostogų, šeima, kuri pagal senas tradicijas sveikina Tave su vardadieniu, naujos šeimos užmačios, laukiamos atostogos, malonios užduotys darbe ir dar visokie kitokie dideli ir svarbūs dalykai.<br />
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O iš tiesų tai atsiverčiau blogą, kad užrašyčiau frazes iš Niekur šalies.<br />
Frazės iš niekur, reiškia frazes atsklidusias nuo kompiuterio pusės, kur šnibždasi D. ir balsai (taip vadinu tuos žmones iš ausinių). Top 2:<br />
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* Dominykai, nevaikščiok vienas... (drąsūs gi šių laikų vyrai...)<br />
* Kai miršti, tai traukia ten kažkur... (niekada nemaniau, kad kompiuteriniai žaidimai gali būti tokie metafiziški, o gal jie ten poeziją skaito...)<br />
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Labos,<br />
JuJustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-90607162127304738232016-08-08T14:49:00.000-07:002018-07-24T10:57:54.734-07:00my point of view to... rosesEmm, uhh... Where to start? I just posted a POST that was written last January. The reason being is horrible weather conditions and how bad I'm treated at home.<br /><br />OK. Actually, I forgot to add some pics, you know. It was so difficult, you can't imagine.<br /><br />Yes, I'm being a super lazy sloth. So from now on:<br /><br />* only original pics in this blog, no dark internet forces!<br />* only my point of view<br />* post once a month<br /><br />Nice change, yes? As you see I like thinking of resolutions more than fulfilling the ones I already created.<br /><br />Hey, but who cares? There are some roses for you.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQNyCVVnnDdLrhSSwJ2egWFuvz06_GRSNYbhqVP6dkvFqGxFtIMq26oW7nLk4HxTyuhQF6Ug6WTODGNecV8yn8pfMZ-H6EzjgHLeClMGlKJ5T9lwq2ol4381Z0n9MEYsZ_nG68hN3tAI/s1600/P1000100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQNyCVVnnDdLrhSSwJ2egWFuvz06_GRSNYbhqVP6dkvFqGxFtIMq26oW7nLk4HxTyuhQF6Ug6WTODGNecV8yn8pfMZ-H6EzjgHLeClMGlKJ5T9lwq2ol4381Z0n9MEYsZ_nG68hN3tAI/s320/P1000100.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2blQfgebLCZKxUIsN6tjCRqOZrWulGeVKvDTXQJr5gBpsdFeXPKKoHBETJi42p2iJ-XlHPr1EQfYqocpvEATUM5JWLLZNeFtJGW1rzvpi9tkpom0aF1SM3PqEYOTYW7ZwOZ9JOQqbx8A/s1600/P1000101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2blQfgebLCZKxUIsN6tjCRqOZrWulGeVKvDTXQJr5gBpsdFeXPKKoHBETJi42p2iJ-XlHPr1EQfYqocpvEATUM5JWLLZNeFtJGW1rzvpi9tkpom0aF1SM3PqEYOTYW7ZwOZ9JOQqbx8A/s320/P1000101.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirY6umg2nIp70mOoPiZCedlr2k40wyul2AMtwoykuEe-ptuvzGLDzReYDwmoTqqe3EOjGHQOVV9xNLXcnvscP6i29qMR3YNu9f99q9z0okXSS1MINbYxUMRTXga2kLEQcnrv7ZVZJkPc/s1600/P1000138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirY6umg2nIp70mOoPiZCedlr2k40wyul2AMtwoykuEe-ptuvzGLDzReYDwmoTqqe3EOjGHQOVV9xNLXcnvscP6i29qMR3YNu9f99q9z0okXSS1MINbYxUMRTXga2kLEQcnrv7ZVZJkPc/s320/P1000138.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-59786803482388618562016-08-08T14:18:00.001-07:002018-07-24T10:57:54.787-07:00The City of Saint Albans<div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "liberation" serif , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">One of my New Year resolutions was to wake up this blog from it's calm, undisturbed sleep. It was more than year when last time I visited this web site. One long, full of excitement, life changing year. :)</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "liberation" serif , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And here I come again to tell you more about my beloved Vilnius and bewitched London. About small and cozy St Albans City, always busy Thameslink trains, about museums, theatres, parks, cafes and restaurants. About my new findings and the very truths. To tell you my Lithuanian- English dreams, daily nonsenses (there are always plenty of those) and share some multicultural insights that shows up while working with people from many and more countries.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "liberation" serif , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Last year I visited my beloved Vilnius three times. First time, I wanted to kiss the earth, second time - to stay as it was hardest ''looking for a job in Queens Land'' months, third - spend some lovely time with my family and friends, feel the vibes of Vilnius and come home to St. Albans. Yes, St Albans is my choice of home in this self-consciousness exile. Let's start with that. </span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "liberation" serif , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">St. Albans city or City of St Albans or City and District of St Albans or District of St Albans is approx. 35 miles to the North from Central London, based in Hertfordshire, England. It's pretty new City created in 1877, following the elevation of St Albans Abbey to Cathedral. The poplulation here is around 130 k which is not too bad for a City so near London. The most famous people here are from St Albans City Football Club nicknamed The Saints. These Saints are as popular as Saint Albans, the first British Christian martyr, who was beheaded some time in fourth century.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 0.58cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "liberation" serif , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So let's jump to some historical facts. <span style="background: #ffffff;">It happens that St Albans area has a long history of settlement. The first ones to live here were Celtic tribes that had a settlement nearby. Later on the Roman city of Verulamium, second largest town in Roman Britain after Londinium (guess what city it is now?) was built here alongside the River Ver valley (unfortunately, Ms. river hasn't survived). In the middle ages St Albans Abbey (now St Albans Cathedral) was built by Benedictine monks.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 0.58cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "liberation" serif , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: #ffffff;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 0.58cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "liberation" serif , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: #ffffff;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 0.58cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><span style="font-family: "liberation" serif , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">The most representative objects today are:</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "liberation" serif , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: #ffffff;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 0.58cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; widows: 1;"><span style="font-family: "liberation" serif , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">St Albans Cathedral (New Years Night, 2015)...</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "liberation" serif , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: #ffffff;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9l1PbNuZQyUKdFgFJ-w-WcRy9nlO3GKA0JVDyJdPqq8AkFTd04uo9nHy8xcrtM_081qt67RXwCuBjLuiVAETzr3hBBISzbpUrDlnEkg8Tr8gOEHfXrZOQ_zl_KTEy78ioFHlUXGHHW6s/s1600/IMG_20141225_005143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9l1PbNuZQyUKdFgFJ-w-WcRy9nlO3GKA0JVDyJdPqq8AkFTd04uo9nHy8xcrtM_081qt67RXwCuBjLuiVAETzr3hBBISzbpUrDlnEkg8Tr8gOEHfXrZOQ_zl_KTEy78ioFHlUXGHHW6s/s320/IMG_20141225_005143.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and in the day light...</div> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpj7BPG90NHKSHVkIjAPtP3AvQNuPziciw9Aaar_bj2PH0ACi3WAN1Arh-4TONTehwZfbdeSZLisUivtUpOocs7Rw_qpUHVXxHpPcicVwPMecR9UuUoatekIHNwXnCe72RbRSxXj8MPs/s1600/P1000755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpj7BPG90NHKSHVkIjAPtP3AvQNuPziciw9Aaar_bj2PH0ACi3WAN1Arh-4TONTehwZfbdeSZLisUivtUpOocs7Rw_qpUHVXxHpPcicVwPMecR9UuUoatekIHNwXnCe72RbRSxXj8MPs/s320/P1000755.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Ir dabar taip beprotiškai sunku rašyti ilgelesnį tekstą lietuvių kalba. Ir drauge nežmoniškai, nepakartojamai gera žinoti šitiek daug gražių lietuviškų žodžių ir jais visais laisvai varijuoti. Tarti žodžius ir jausti jų skonį. Visi lietuviški žodžiai yra gražūs, o Lietuva yra mano Narnija ir mano sapnai.<br />
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Po daugiau nei 1,5 metų gyvenimo Karalienės saloje Viskas yra kitaip. Jei kas nors būtų pasakęs kiek labai kitaip, nebūčiau patikėjus. Ruošiamės skristi Lietuvon ir ta proga tenka pakelti keletą senų popierių, nupurtyti dulkes nuo pasų jaunais veidais, net pagalvoti apie oro skirtumus. Čia ir pradedam. </div>
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Dar vakar garsiai sakiau, kad atostogų skrendam namo. Bet kur yra namai? Kiekvieną sykį nusileidus Vilniaus oro uoste ištinka lengvas šokas. Pirma, palengvėjimas, nes Lietuva kažkuria prasme vis dar yra mana. Išvaikščiotos Vilniaus gatvės, tėvų namai, sava priaugta pagalvė, pamiršti daiktai ir knygos. Norisi likti, apsigyventi tykiame Neries užutėkyje, penktadieniais pagauti paskutinį autobusą kelionei į Pasvalį. Bet... Bet yra ne vienas. Bet bus pamatytas ir šį sykį. </div>
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Bet... * jeigu kas nors vėl priekaištaus kokie blogi, nenorintys padėti savo šaliai ir ieškantys lengvo gyvenimo yra emigrantai, sakysiu ,,pfft'' apsisuksiu ir nueisiu. Dauguma net neįsivaizduoja, kiek širdies tenka įdėti pristatant savo šalį ir ją atstovaujant. Dirbu ambasadore. Be savaitgalių, be išeiginių, nuryju nuoskaudas, blogus žodžius apie vagis lietuvius, dykaduonius lietuvius, kekšes lietuves ir iš viso mes gyvenam Sibire ir viskas ką darom, velkamės iš paskos Vakarams; tautą, kuri egzistuoja todėl, kad ,,taip nutiko'' ir Sovietų Sąjunga nuvirto nuo kėdės. Aš kontratakuoju faktais ir suprantu, kad mes, lietuviai, iš tiesų pernelyg pataikaujam Vakarams, nuolaidžiaujam jų madoms ir slepiam savo tikruosius veidus.</div>
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Nesitikiu atpildo, nei gerų žodžių. Didžiausias atpildas yra tada, kai su tavimi lietuviškai pasisveikina ir atsisveikina žmonės prieš tai nežinoję, kur yra Lietuva. </div>
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O dar jie, gėrybių aptekę Britanijos žmonės, labai mėgsta <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fOuSqrq4-M">Trys Keturiose</a> ir paskui žiūri dokumentinius filmus apie partizanus. Norisi ploti. Nes tai ne tik dėl jų pačių, bet ir dėl manęs.</div>
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Kartais atrodo, kad viena pati per pusantrų metų iš naujo atstačiau Lietuvą. Nuo pat 14 amžiaus, ,,Gūglindam" kai kuriuos istorinius faktus ir statistikos duomenis, regis, sugebėjau geram pusei šimto skeptikų įrodyti, kad mes turime charakterį ir kultūrą. Buvom dingę iš žemėlapių, kaip sakau, kiek ,,užraminti'' ir vėliau dainuodami į tuos pačius žemėlapius sugrįžom.</div>
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JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-4558128967149120452016-04-12T01:13:00.004-07:002016-04-12T01:13:53.465-07:00Mano kaimynai balandžiaiJei vis dar rašyčiau dramas, poemas ar kitus pseudo-gerus briedžiukus, parašyčiau, kad mano kaimynai yra žmonės-balandžiai. Sugalvočiau visą istoriją kaip jie, biurų galvos ir vyresnieji ofisieriai, pareina namo, nusimeta kaklaraiščius, išeina į balkoną ir virsta balandžiais. Magiškojo realizmo būdu. Tik tam, kad užliptų ant stogo arba purptelėtų mano balkonan ir gąsdintų gąsdintų gąsdintų...<br />
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Prisiekiu, kai stogas skardinis, garsas toks tarsi tai būtų ne balandis, o lūšis, vilkas, meška ar koks kitas padaras nekarpytais nagais. Kadangi mano sienos stiklinės, jie dar mane ir mato. O tai sukelia antro levelio pasibaisėjimą.<br />
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Kad ir šiandiena. Sėdžiu sau, dirbu iš namų, nes stadija ''gripas, nenoriu nieko matyti, noriu būt efficient ir padaryt visus darbus anskčiau nei reikia''Ir ką Jūs manot?<br />
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Krūpteliu kas minutę. Net ne kas minutę, kas pusę. Jei turėčiau katiną, jisbūtų vyresnysis balandžių vaikytojasir eitų garbingas balkono sergėtojo pareigas.<br />
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Nors Dom ir sakė, kad jis veikiausiai būtų kvailas ir iššoktų pro balkoną. Šito taip ir nesupratau.<br />
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<br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-28338034528716630772016-03-18T15:14:00.001-07:002016-03-18T15:14:26.550-07:00We are less than Pandas arba kažkas tokioGyvenasi gerai, kai:<br />
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* Londono užmiestyje pamatai vieną įspūdingiausių spektaklių gyvenime. Jis įsibruka į mintis ir į sapnus gerai savaitei. Geriausias kada nors matytas Makbetas:<br />
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O čia ir kūrėjų puslapis: http://www.goatandmonkey.co.uk<br />
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Apskritai, Šekspyras šiek tiek senstelėjo, šį pavasarį jam 400 metų ir aš tikiuosi, kad susitikimų dar bus. Tokių kaip Romeo ir Džiuljeta ana čia: http://backyardcinema.co.uk/<br />
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In a church, with a choir.<br />
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* Turi trumpas keturių dienų atostogas, kurių metu aplanko draugai iš Lietuvos ir darom sight seeing tour Londono autobusais. Vaikom paukščius prie Tower Bridge, pašalam prie St. Pauls, o galiausiai nusibaigiam didžiausiam Europoje 6 aukštų knygyne, kur vyrai prisiperka SciFi, Dom dar prigriebia Orvelo 1984, nes puikus leidimas, o prieš išeinant ir šitą gėrį (kurio taisykles turėčiau dabar skaityti, nes atrodo kiek suktas reikalas): https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/181/risk<br />
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Puikus žaidimas kiek pabodusiam Ticket to ride pakeisti.<br />
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* kai darbe gana ramu, lauki paaukštinimo bei darbuojies mentore. Kai kartą per savaitę einam pietauti į vietas, kurios stebėtinai nebrangios, bet nuoširdžiai neįtikėtinos kaip neseniai rasti afganų ir turkų restoraniukai. Kitą savaitę laukia venesueliečių užeiga, kurios šefas kažkodėl yra ir lietuviškų produktų dealeris? Hmm?<br />
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* kai kolega sako ''what? 3 mln. in Lithuania? You are less than pandas''... Pandas???? Bet smagu suprasti, kad tokie dalykai tavęs seniai seniai nebejaudina. Kaip ir Lietuvos sostinė Ryga bei neperbraižyti žemėlapiai, kur vis dar egzistuoja SSRS. Gerai, pripažinsiu, šitie vis dar siaubingai nervina.<br />
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* kai niekada negalvojai, kad dirbsi su rašytoja, kuri padės suvokti kas per žmogus yra rašytojas Europoje, Amerikoje, kuo tai skiriasi ir kodėl. Ar gardi šio profesionalo duona Londone ir ką iš tiesų reiškia rašymas kaip darbas ir rašymas kaip malonumas. Aš Jums sakau, niekada nežinai, kur būsi po metų. Meti universitetą ir surandi Universitetą. Unikalūs interviu kiekvieną dieną pietaujant su puse Europos. Juokai juokais, bet prie mūsų biuro pietų stalo sudaromi aljansai, aptariami buvę ir esami karai, valgymo ir devėjimo tradicijos, svaro kursas, lingvistiniai kalbų skirtumai, naktiniai klubai, svetimi gyvenimai ir dar balažin kas.<br />
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11:30 prancūzai pradeda šildytis pietus, jei nueisi pasilabinti apie 12:30 jie jau bus beveik pradėję valgyti. Jie kalba daugiau nei valgo, todėl geriausia ilgai neužsibūti, nes kitu atveju klausysiesi dejavimų stiliumi Tube in Paris is so bad compared to the one in London. Taip, pasaulių karas tęsiasi.<br />
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13:00 pietausi su Italais. Patartina nevalgyti makaronų su vištiena, jei nenori maištauti. Jei nori, patariama valgyti, tada tiesiog klausysies ir suprasi, kad italams viskas, kas daroma ne pagal juos yra just not the right way. Punto! Ottimo bene, amici! :)<br />
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14:00 pietausi su Ispanais. Aštrių prieskonių kvapas ir nuolatiniai dejavimai dėl saulės šviesos stygiaus. Just because!<br />
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15:00 darbščiausi neturi laiko pietauti laiku, todėl laikas vokiškam ''Hallo!'', rusiškiem, lenkiškiems ar rumuniškiem tauškalams. Kadangi šių kolegų po vieną ar du, pagaliau visi kalba angliškai ir be keistų intarpų! Mano žmonės!<br />
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Smagu būtų pietauti ir su skandinavais, bet mūsiškiai valgo tik prie savo kompiuterių, o arbatą atsineša termose.... OK... I'll skype you.<br />
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* kai kiekvieną rytą traukiny 20 min skaitai rimtelesnius dalykus kaip ''In the Light of What we Know'' : http://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/jun/01/in-light-what-we-know-review-zia-haider-rahman-epic-intensely-moving-debut<br />
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... o vakarais suryji Tudorų TV serijas ir paskui ieškai knygos, nes baisiai užkabino. Nors ir suvoki, kad ištiks popsas, bet juk taip smagu pirkt knygas ir jas ryti.<br />
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* kai grįžti iš Londono, eini namo ir pamatai atidarytas bažnyčios, kurios dar nematei veikiant, duris. Taip visai netikėtai vakaras prasideda bažnyčioj. Katalikų, nykstančios rūšies mūsų protestantiškam miestelyje. Kažkas special, tik niekaip nepagaunu kas.<br />
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<br />JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-12354377962112822692016-01-07T14:57:00.001-08:002016-01-07T14:57:16.427-08:00Septintą dieną NaujųSeptintą šių metų dieną besisukiojant virtuvėje į galvą toptelėjo mintis, kad juk neišsikėliau jokių tikslų Naujiesiems metams. Ir nors jau nuo pusės gruodžio jautėsi - štai dar vieni meteliai ritasi į vakarą - mintys daugiau sukosi apie tai kiek daug nutiko 2015-ais, o ne ką norėčiau nuveikti netolimoje ateityje. Iš pradžių labai nuoširdžiai norėjosi, kad tie pasitiktieji būtų ramesni nei praėję, tokie subtilūs, be jokių iš koto verčiančių pokyčių. Kaip ten bebūtų, nuomonė pasikeitė labai greitai, nes <i>prisiramybinti </i>dar tikiuosi suspėti, o kol kas jaučiuosi nusiteikusi naujiems iššūkiams ir kažkur visai šalia slypinčioms galimybėms. Kadaise pakeisti nuomonę buvo gana retas reiškinys mano nūdienoje, tačiau praėjusiais metais lyg kas būtų prisukęs keletą varžtelių - nustojau vaikytis senų idealų, perkračiau užsisenėjusių svajonių patalus ir supratau, kad gal tai ir visai nebe mano svajonės, atsikračiau nuolatinio noro iš kažkur pabėgti ir susigrąžinau anksčiau turėtą toleranciją bei kantrybę, kuri buvo susimetusi su mano nervais ir nuėjusi klystkeliais. Trumpai tariant, vieną dieną besileidžiant eskalatoriumi (matyt tas judėjimas išsuka ir smegenų pusrutulius) supratau, kad dabartinė aš labai jau skeptiškai žiūri į senąją aš versiją. Matyt 2015-tais kažkas praplovė mano smegenis. Veikiausiai tai nauji žmonės, keistos patirtys ir kas be ko savanoriška egzilė dar piktai vadinama emigracija. Iki šiolei nesuprantu kodėl tie 2015-tieji buvo kardinalių pokyčių metai, bet visai patinka mano padidėjęs racionalumo kiekis ir užkilęs noro mokytis ir tobulėti spaudimas. <div>
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<li>Būti paaukštintai arba pakeisti darbą. Šviesiai ir tiesiai. Ši šalis yra brangi, o pinigai kuriantis gyvenimą nepamaišė nei vienam. Galbūt netyčia pakeisti ir sritį, nors neseniai įvykęs profesinis šuoliukas nuo vertimo projektų valdymo iki video projektų ir lokalizacijos proceso valdymo man labai patinka ir galiu nemeluodama rėžtelti, kad tai, ką dabar darau, man yra labai įdomu ir pagaliau (po dviejų metų vertimo srityje) atsirado daugiau karjeros perspektyvų. Tik pats žodis <i>karjera</i> kažkaip ne mano, nes dažniausiai mai tai rūpi tiek kiek kurmiui debesys. Kaip bebūtų, kapitalistiniame Londone teks tą žodį išmokti. Kaip keletą kartų jau teko prasitarti grįžus į Lietuvą: <i>ten taip gyvenama</i>. </li>
<li>Pradėti rašyti tinklaraštį anglų kalba. Nors iš galvos sparčiai garuoja lietuviškos skyrybos taisyklės (kartojimas mokslų motina), tuo pačiu metu turiu tobulinti šnekamąją ir rašomąją anglų kalbą. Ir ne tik dėl tų pačių karjerizmo užmačių. Daugiausia dėl to, kad tuomet gyvenimas bus šiek tiek paprastesnis. Apie ką rašysiu nežinau, šiuo atveju tai bus kažkas tokiu <i>bele tik rašyti</i> stiliumi. </li>
<li>Aplankyti bent vieną Europos šalį. Gimtinė nesiskaito. Ji jau planuose, nes taikysiu grįžti per sodų žydėjimą arba patį vasaros įkarštį. Taip, šįmet žadu paskraidyti vasarą. Pau, Agniu - <i>i'm coming hoome! Just for a while... </i></li>
<li>Išsiųsti žmonėms atvirukų. Aš esu baisi neprisiruošėlė, nes seniai noriu priminti apie save keletui žmogelių, likusių Lietuvoje, bet nesugebu to padaryti. <i>Nesugebėjelė.</i></li>
<li>Galbūt atsisiųsdinti šeimos narių arba draugų. Šiaip. Kad galėčiau parodyti St. Albans, Londoną ir būtų be proto ramu, nes tose seno betono džiunglėse labai gera eiti ir kalbėti lietuviškai. Tame vienišų žvilgsnių mieste.</li>
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JustKahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04781761590616115861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728637530688343086.post-70207454477341353412015-11-06T10:32:00.000-08:002015-11-06T10:32:03.815-08:00trys dienos EdinburgeVakar grįžom iš Edinburgo, magiško pasakų miesto Škotijoje. Nors dar galutinai neišsipurtėm kelionės trupinių iš kuprinių, galvose rezgasi planai, kada čia vėl į tą viduramžiškai gražų miestą grįžti, tiksliau į jo apylinkes, nes daug kas liko nepamatyta :) O juk iki ten tik valandžiukė skrydžio!<br />
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Valanda iki puikių trumpų atostogų, kurias mielai pakartočiau :)<br />
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Kadangi UK praėjusią savaitę žaidė slėpynes rūke, pirmadienį pastrigome oro uoste... Visą pirmadienį. 10 valandų, vienas atšauktas skrydis, kitas vėlavo 4 valandas... Buvo kiek graudoka ir piktoka, nes vietoj vakarienės Edinburge, turėjome naktipiečius vietinėje ''Fish and Chips'' užkandinėje. Bet nėra to blogo, kas neišeitų į gerą - pirmoji naktinė pažintis su Edinburgu buvo žavinga :) Štai ir St. Giles Cathedral frontonas.<br />
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Rytas žvelgiant nuo kalvelės! :)<br />
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Edinburgas nuo pilies sienų. Gotikinis + industrinis - įvairus kaip pasaulis miestas!<br />
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Mano pagrindinis interesas stovinuojant pilyje buvo išsiaiškinti, kaip šis miestas atrodė prieš modernistinių kubų įsiveržimą į architektūrą.<br />
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Bet ruduo laikė užėmęs mano kvapą, nes Edinburgas + Lapritis yra ypatingai jaukus reginys :)<br />
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Pilies kiemelis vedantis į karo muziejų. Taip, nesvarbu, kad sijonuoti, škotai yra rimti kariai!<br />
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Holyroodhouse rūmai, oficiali Karalienės rezidencija Škotijoje, kur dažniausiai priimami itin įtakinti svečiai (tokie kaip popiežius). Apžiūrėjome Jos didenidybei (na, kaip britai sako) skirtą ekspoziciją ir Viktorijos laikus menančius Karališkuosius apartamentus :) Deja, pačiuose rūmuose fotografuoti nebuvo galima, tačiau liko laiko aplankyti bažnyčios griuvėsius rūmų išorėje... ir pamatyti, kad tikras Škotiškas rūkas jau čia.<br />
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... bet Festive Theatre radome sėkmingai, tik šiek tiek aprūkusį! Pakeliui aplankėje Edinburgo Universiteto padalinį, kuriame lygiai penktą valandą apsireiškė sijonuotas škotas ir ėmė groti dūdmaišiu! Čia tai ryžtas! (tuo metu jau beveik lijo)<br />
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Gana brangokai atsiėję, bet tikrai to verti bilietai į operą Carmen! Kadangi tiek aš, tiek mano sukeliauninkas labai senai buvome operoje, vaizdiniai ir garsai užgniaužė kvapą. Taip gerokai... jei net mano sukeliauninkas eidamas viešbuti niūniavo Toreodor... ir jis buvo ne vienintelis kvėštelėjęs vyras šioje viskio šalyje. Pagrindinį vaidmenį atliko lietuvaitė ir ji buvo tiesiog nuostabi Carmen! Buvo gera sėdėti, pliurpti lietuviškai ir didžiuotis, kad štai talentingi lietuviai išsibarstę po visą pasaulį!<br />
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Kadangi pastaruoju metu fizine sveikata nesigiriu, sekantį rytą atrodžiau ir jaučiaus kaip mirus. Todėl patraukėm į kapines! Ne ne, ne ieškoti vardų kaip Voldemortas, kurie buvo rasti čia ir adaptuoti Hariui Poteriui. Tiesiog todėl, kad gražu. Nes kapinės Škotijoje kaip ir Anglijoje yra daugiau ar mažiau parkai daugiau skirti gyviesiems nei mirusiems.<br />
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Tobulos pirmos lapkričio savaitės, extra Helloweeniškos atostogos!<br />
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O vakarais, kai lyja, verta susimokėti du svarus už galimybę fotografuoti St. Giles Cathedral ir ten tiesiog pabūti!<br />
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Vakar dienos rytas, prieš išvykstant. Miestas 50/50 miglose, bet vis tiek užsiropštėme ant kalno paveizėti bažnyčių bokštų ir rudens!<br />
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Štai tokios buvo trys dienos Edinburge. Rudeniškos ir puikios! :)<br />
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