2015-01-26

Friday at Devbridgebury

Last Friday I woke up, got ready and drove to work. There I unlocked the door and literally walked into a night club - loud music, light effects and photographers. It felt there like I got into a VIP party. At 9.30 AM. I was glad there were no bouncers at the door. There was even more action in the lounge-kitchen area that we proudly call Millennium Park - more music, more lights and even smoke machines. Then followed serious presentations with serious dose of humor. And later seriously funny performances of famous comedians (I know they were serious actors as well, but not on that day), that made us rofl and cry.
That's how annual meetings are held at Devbridge LT.

2015-01-02

Travels is a powerful drug

What can you tell about your ordinary day? Do you recall it? Can you tell what you did in the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening?
"Nothing"- is the usual answer, and it's the right one. But also the sad one. If I ask you to tell how many ordinary days do you have in a year - for most cases, the answer would be "a lot". And that's how our life passes by - going to work, paying the bills and mortgages and recalling nothing when some time passes.
But you could probably tell about your holiday this year, and last year and even a year before - your memories are vivid, you can tell where you went, what you did and even what you ate. And you can do that, because it was not the usual things you were doing every day. You felt happy, and your memory saved those moments. And we do remember the moments we felt sad, scared or where experiencing other intensive emotion. Those are saved too. Because we feel, we feel that we are living.
That's how I felt in those 6 and half days at Rome. Stepped down from the airplane to the ground I never walked before, I had to tame the city with all its advantages and drawbacks. And when I got back home, I understood I never wanted to leave that city. Warm weather, a lot more sun than where I am now, smiling and friendly people, way too old architecture for me to comprehend it - everything I saw, touched, tasted, felt(even the sore feet) - that was the best experience in the last six months. I close my eyes, and I am there - walking the street of Domus Aurea towards the Colosseum, or watching the sunset from Pincio hill. I open my eyes - and I want to go there again. And not necessary there, anywhere I've never been before. I feel like I tasted drugs, and I'm hooked.