Letter to my loved Grandma

Dear Grandma,

It's been exactly twelve years now but, the wound is still fresh. Twelve years of your absence has not made our grieve and loss easier. Twelve year in which we learned to live without your unworldly care and love your each and everyone of your grandchildren, never favouring anyone and never neglecting anyone of us. Twelve years of never being able to hug you, kiss you and feeling your love. 

You had every sort of cereals for us because we liked different sorts. And every day after school I endet up in front of your place because I felt it was necessary to greet you first and then go home to mom. Sometimes I'd end up entail the evening at your place, homework done and having eaten toasted bread with cream cheese and cucumber and tomato slices. Those were really good times. I wouldn't have a care in the world, only being child and enjoying everything again after the dreadful bombs back at home. A home that was soon as far away as the moon but still through Grandpa's radio news very near. But you never let on how you really felt. Were you happy? Were you sad? Maybe I was too  much a child to notice and later you were too ill to care for anything else than your health issues. 

You never scolded us when we ran about screaming and shouting, drank in our playing and never observing enough to see that you were ill. You would be sitting on your bed and cover your ears because we were too loud but not telling us to be quiet because you couldn't bear the noise. I love you so much and it still hurts that you're gone. I still remember the days with the heartbreaking news for all of us. After a very long time though, you were free again. You left us and took a part of our heart with you. My heart is still there, where you are now.

Having been able to spend my childhood with you was such a blessing! You were the most giving person in the whole world, and never once did you expect anything in return. You were the most generous person, happy to make everyone else happy. You were the most loving person, supporting us with your love. You were the most forgiving person, forgiveness was your strength and teaching us how to be forgiving in awful situations. 

Dear Grandma, on this day I especially missed you and felt your absence really deep. I'm hoping that you are happy and content where you are. I'm hoping to be at your side one day, hugging you and kissing you feeling like a child again, having all your love shower over me again.

Love, your granddaughter,

Batul

Der Schaf im Wolfsfell oder der Wohltäter?

Hab mich entschieden, diesmal ein Post auf deutsch zu verfassen. 

Wer kennt diese Sprichwörter "Hochmut kommt vor dem Fall" oder "Hochmut tut selten gut" und diese sollte sich jeder gut einprägen. 

Unter den vielen Schafen gibt es immer einen Wolf im Schafsfell. Und wer hoch steigt, kann tief fallen. Ihr werdet merken, ich bin heute voller Sprüche, und zwar nicht weil ich ein großer Sprücheklopfer bin, sondern weil ich meine Gefühle und Gedanken in diesen Sprüchen vereinen kann. Was hat das ganze zu bedeuten und warum rede ich in Rätsel? Ihr fragt euch sicher, weshalb ich nach etwas längerer Zeit so plötzlich zurück bin und dann auch noch einen klugen Spruch nach den anderen bringe? Ich hab seit ein paar Wochen diese Organisation im Auge. Noch bin ich mir nicht sicher, ob ich dieser Gruppe beitrete oder es sein lasse. Erst hieß es, es ist eine Wohltätigkeitsorganisation, wurde dann zur "Non Profit Organidation" und mutierte schließlich zu einem Unternehmen mit jährlichen Einkommen von etwa einhunderttausend Euro (dies stellt sich der Vorstandsvorsitzende so vor). Ist das noch eine Wohltat, wenn man mit der Tätigkeit Geld verdient, oder ist es gerecht, dass die Mitglieder belohnt werden. Mehr zu dieser Organisation gibt's bei dem nächsten Post, bis dahin hab ich mich vielleicht entschieden, wie ich weiter machen sollte... Mitglied werden, oder aussteigen?

Haltet die Ohren steif, denn ohne Fleiß keinen Preis ;)

In diesem Sinne, einen schönen Abend an alle Leser ;)

BX

Monday-blues

Who loves books and never knows the classic "Pride and Prejudice" of the mother of the classic Ms Jane Austen? I personally love this book to pieces.

It's not just any book written by anyone. No! It's THE book written by the mother of classic, the sister of poetic and the friend of romance. Even though she herself never married. 

To be honest this book will always fit into society. If it's two centuries ago or now, there will always be someone as giving as Mr Darcy and as honest as Elizabeth, or as flatlout stupid as Mrs Bennett .... What do we learn from that book? I've learned that there is always the other side of the coin, people can act like sh*t (pardon my choice of word) but be kind and gentle from the inside and they act like that because of bad experience or some other tragic situation in their life. On the other side there are people who laugh in your face while stabbing you in the back with a dagger. Ok, that's a little exaggerated because no one was killed in Pride and Prejudice. But still, I mean it metaphorically. 

I have always wanted to be Elizabeth and find my Mr Darcy. It hasn't anything to do with him being rich but I wanted to find my other half, my soul mate, my love of the life... While waiting for Mr Darcy I totally forgot to live and maybe I missed the opportunity to find the person I was waiting for. Someone who I could have been with years ago but I couldn't recognise their value or didn't realise that it's him. You never know and thinking about it is of no use. At every step we take we make experience and that's what forms our lives. 

Somehow the last few weeks I wonder if destiny is playing us before giving in to it's way. May be yes, maybe no. 

Pride and Prejudice tought me a lot, but still I had to live my life! 

Right folks, that was my word to the beginning of the week ;) it was a little to the thoughtful side. Forgive me, it's Monday and I have had a rough weekend. 

Xoxo B. 

What happens in LA, stays in LA

One whole night, a few totally "overgrown and childish" guys and a lot of alcohol.... Yeah, you can imagine the impact these will create when shuffled together: Men's Night Out!

Follow Nate, Ashton and their friends through a no-girls-allowed-night. Laugh with them, cry with them and mostly have fun with them.
Kirsty Moseley, a relatively newcomer author from the UK, has achieved many great successes since her first publication. "One Wild Night" is a short novella containing all the characters from her previous books "Nothing Left to Lose" and "Enjoying the Chase" to be published on 15th August. 
Better than supporting Kirsty Moseley as a very talented Author is supporting her charity project where all the proceeds of this novella will be donated to a charity cause. The MacMillan Nurses need all our support to continue "the wonderful work they do", so Moseley on her website.

To the blog attached is a link where you can find this hilarious novella and many more books and story related items, from wrist bands to book marks to key chains. 
Check it out and enjoy it!

xoxo Sarah


One Wild Night by Kirsty Moseley

Annoying looks in the tube.... Don't you have something else to stare at?!?

Well, I suppose you all know it. You're running like crazy to catch the tube. Breathing heavy you snap the last seat in the tube and everyone's attention is for a moment at you. You look down and try to even your wheezing so it doesn't look like you're dying. After a minute and breathing half way normal you survey the people around you. No one is paying anymore attention, only in front of you is sitting someone - a young man with blue jeans, white sneakers and a red t-shirt - and this person stares at you as if you're an alien just making acrobats. What in the blazes ...? Do I have something sticking to my face? Probably the salad I had earlier wanted to decorate my face and now the person just noticed and wants me to understand without saying a word ... But it doesn't mean he has to stare at me like that. Not trying to be that obvious I touched my face to remove anything that doesn't belong there. Nothing is sticking to my face as far as I can feel. 

The battle begins, if you are so bold to challenge me, I think and stare back. But he pretends he does not look. So did I just imagine everything? Impossible! I look out the window, which honestly is in need of a good wash, and try to not notice the stares. I can't! Impatience spreads in me and I try to catch his look. From the corner of my eye I can see he is staring again. In a second I look to the right but only to turn my head and look the guy the eye. Ha! Got you, I think and give him my most evil don't-even-try-to-intimidate-me-look. Usually it works with everyone.

But the moment of my victory is very short because I'm trapped in the most gorgeous brown eyes I've ever seen. He is good looking all over. I just had seen his clothes and never made the attempt to actually him in the face.

Oh. My. God. How stupid of me. He gives me a small smile and gets to his feet. Oh my, is he trying to make small talk? I quickly avert my eyes, but have him still in my periphery.

He is coming nearer and is standing right in front of me. He bends down and his hot breath fans my ear and neck. I feel a shiver all over me. He is so hot! God, please can you open up the floor and let it swallow me? I mean right this instant... I was so embarrassed. 

"Next time someone wants to flirt with you, don't give him the killer looks!" He whispers and winks. 

Oh god, can I please die now?!?

I had my lecture, never assume everyone wants to harm you when he/she is looking at you. 

Xoxo S.

Beautiful Nice: part 3 - no comment

Well, everything that I have expected of Nice was nothing compared to what I've seen there. I expected the city to be beautiful. Well, at least the pictures I have googled earlier at home showed me a beautiful city. I was dead wrong about Nice being a beautiful city - because it was the most breath-taking and amazing city I've ever seen so far.

The azure blue water shining like little cristals, the panoramic view of the hills, the luxury showing in the small shops, and the people all totaly relaxed. And everywhere you see the "vélo bleu".

I fell in love with Nice. Instantly and completely in love.

Honestly the beach in Nice wasn't that good because there are only rocks and it gets very uncomfortable walking on really big rocks but the water was amazing! 

A M A Z I N G!!! So warm and clean and marvellous - and salty. Well it is to be expected from the sea to be salty, isn't it? Anyways, from the first sight to the first step into the water we totally fell in love. You can't change it, Nice pulls you under her spell and you have to love it. 

After a healthy sun bath and a good swim in the mild water we headed back to our hotel to change and discover the restaurants. 

Hopeful that our hunger would be stilled we looked at some of the menus, which looked affordable. There were plenty of good restaurants which weren't that expensive. 

To be continued....

Xoxo S.

Beautiful Nice: part 3 - finally there...

To be honest, at first I had a bad feeling. No hotel, no rental car, we weren't even in the right mood to be at a place such as Nice. I mean we were stuck at the airport for god's sake!

But the further the new day - which had begun sunny and warm - went, the better it got. The new morning brought good vibes and once we got the car (thank god the money was now on my account) the mood lifted slightly. But we were tired nonetheless. Haven't slept good in the last few nights the night without sleep didn't do good to our start in our holiday. 

Anyways, as we made our way into the city we were speechless. The beauty of the paradise in front of us and the unbelievingly blue water of the sea to our right didn't give us much space for talk.

Even at eight in the morning the streets and the promenade were crowded with people. Some were jogging alongside the beach, some were strolling with their dogs a slow pace and others were just cycling on their "vélo blue" on the promenade.

"Vélo blue" are blue bicycles which you can find in almost all the streets of Nice and which you can rent for a few hours or a whole day to discover beautiful Nice and the beaches around Nice. Wonderful! I thought and made a plan to rent a bike and cycle around a little. 

Finally our GPS directed us to our hotel. The four story building was hidden between two other hotels and had a few steps leading into the building.

The air condition cooled foyer contained a small sitting group on the one side next to an even smaller tv corner with a desk with books and behind that the breakfast parlour. On the other side the hotelier was sitting behind his desk. 

Thank god the man allowed us to park our car on the parking and I explained him our disastrous night. He was so kind and friendly that I wondered if Nice belonged to France? Why were people out here so nice? Maybe it was Nice *wink* ha ha ha

To be continued...

Xoxo S.