Like a box full of feelings

Well, the Christmas time is over. Have you ever noticed that some bloggers are very active during the whole year but when it comes to Christmas they sort of go to the ground? It is my case, and don't ask me why.

For those insisting – sometimes it is better to say nothing rather then… rather then what? It is really hard to explain that state of your mind where your are supposed to enjoy that special time but all the circumstances around you make you feel a bit sad. For me, Christmas time means memories of all those things I have missed so much and that will never happen again. Memories conected to people, of course, those who passed away, moved away are who just disappeared from my life and I still feel the urge to hug them and smile at them. I find it inappropriate to spill my guts right at this festive time, so remain silent is a better choice for me.

My precious friend Carol from Texas, who used to live in my country for more then a year and luckily I am still in touch with, was splitting her guts about her memories of Prague recently.

„I realized today that I didn't take enough pictures while I was there. I should have taken pictures of the most common, ordinary things. Because those are the things that became most familiar, and most dear, to me while I was there.
These are the things I wish I could have a picture of:
- The candy lady in the Chodov metro station. I bought a blue plaid umbrella from her. I couldn't remember the word for umbrella (dešt'ník), so I asked her in Czech, "What is this, Czech?" and she was extremely nice about teaching me.
- The butcher shop behind my neighborhood. The lady there corrected my pronounciation of "houska". She made me say it over and over until it was satisfactory....and then she handed over my housky (bread rolls).
- The bus stop at Brechtova. I used this bus stop several times a week... and I didn't even take a picture of it. :(
- The cafe I had coffee with Jan in during my last few days. I think it's called Cafe Slavia. It was one of the best days... the trip to the cemetary was fabulous. But the coffee was so-so.”

Frankly, the coffee was awful and the price as well. But I guess the view of the beautiful Prague's castle (I hope not only) made up for it. Except for the coffee the whoĺe day was just perfect – and I also didn't take any photo of it. Only the memory remains. Memories are fading and getting blurry just like the photos do. At the end, only feelings will survive. I feel I am full of feelings. Maybe I'd be better off if I could do away with some of them. Maybe not. Let's go on.