Ok. Short post. I am still alive.  Thank God the summer is over. I hate the hot weather. For the last couple of months, I have been doing nothing but working, learning Dutch, writing and cycling. So basically, I have no room for anything else.  AND I started making music in Ableton so HOPEFULLY I will be able to release my new poem album with some musical elements. 

pic.twitter.com/XSFJmtWIRJ — LightSeeker (@LiteSeeker18) December 23, 2020

I dreamt of a fire. A great fire.  I was walking on cobbled pavement next to a huge building. It was a dormitory, I guess. The people who passed me were old. They were talking about a terrible disaster happened in the dormitory. The fire started in the basement and swallowed half of the building. So many young adult people burnt to death. Nobody knew something like this would ever happen. The adults were mourning their children. University students. The weather was mild. It was mid or late Spring. I could feel the mild wind caressing my skin. The building though, the part of it which was close to the…

I do not know much about my ancestors. I do not really remember them because half of them died before I was born and the other half passed on when I was too little to understand or memorize anything around me. Though I remember hearing stories about my father’s father, my grandfather.  I remember from stories that my grandmother’s very first husband served in the Second World War and he died in action. The second husband was my grandfather. He also served in the war but he got home and as a disabled soldier he married my grandmother. He was very silent. He went to the local pub or the shop…

I remember when moving to the capital I was afraid that I  might lose myself. I only heard stories about people moving to the big city and becoming prostitutes, drug addicts, dealers, gamblers, pimps and so on. I soon realized as I was starting to live my life between the monumental high buildings and ghettos that you mostly find trouble if you are looking for one. Otherwise, your life can be as empty and uneventful as in the village.  I grew up in there. Isolated from civilization. In a one-way street. It was felt like a homestead than a village. It was so small. Of course, you could reach the…