Showing posts with label Who the **** is Alice?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Who the **** is Alice?. Show all posts

5.11.07

Rrrrrrring - The alarm clock

I move the last boxed from my old house in my home country. And every box I take down from the attick weighs heavier and heavier. On my mood.

Is it not amazing how memories start crossing your mind the minute you cross the border?

As if crossing that borderline to my hometown, is the alarm clock to memories.
Rrrrrrring.

And every step closer to the house, closer to the boxes at the attick...is another rrrrrring.
It makes me sad. The alarm clock for memories.
It irritates me. But I suppose that's what alarm clocks or made for. At least, they also irritate me in the morning.

I drive back in some days..to the new country.
And I hope crossing the border, will ring my alarm.
The soft version.
The one where you wake up on a sunny autumn day.
Looking out the window to a bright blue sky.
Smiling.
Because it all starts...


11.10.07

Who the **** is Alice?

I don't believe in cultural differences, says this guy to me. Young, I think. And definitly unexperienced. Not a traveller. Seemed to be true. He did not go far.

Women visiting this site think I am French. Men hope I'm Swedish. I suppose I'm a nomad. Lived in Paris, Brussels, Belfast and shortly in Madrid. Germany. And I put the States on my list for the future. And Italy. And Asia.
But there's one thing I learned. Being a nomad. Cultural differences DO exist.

Off course you can not generalise. Off course you have exceptions. And off course I point out really the platonic ones. But they do exist.

I have breakfast with French bread and jam in Paris. Dinner with french fries and mussles in Belgium. And I do lunch with bratwurst and beer these days.

Germans do fort. And they can be loud. But the French are arrogant. And the Irish swear.
Not all of them. Off course. Fort. Or swear.

But anyway, I don't mind being called French. Cause they have a beautiful language. And they claim French women stay slim. I don't mind if you call me German. Belgian. Or Swedish.

As long as I can learn from all these cultural differences, I'll be me.

Alice