I know it really isn’t. But I’ve never been to Stockholm (yet), and Amsterdam houses really reminded me of one of my favorite kid stories. Especially when I had this view from my window, while there:
Did I like Amsterdam? Well, I had my worries, cause people visit Amsterdam for the first time, when they are 18 or in early 20s. And I had my share of time to imagine what it will be like, when there. And sum point: I loved it.
This week was a 7th Spirit Film Festival in Tel Aviv and a second year I went there.
Last year I watched only one movie The Highest Pass – beautiful motorcycle journey in Himalayas.
This year’s Festival was opened with Samsara. It’s an art of filming. When I saw Baraka few years ago, I was in a shock. Firstly cause it’s really amazingly shot and edited. Secondly, cause of the meaning. Fricke shows not just a selected part of life on a planet, but he aims to cover every aspect of it. The beauty, the ugliness, the meaning and the meaningless. And he succeeds in doing so.
Today she was a girl on a mission, she had to talk to him. To them actually.
She could barely keep it together until the lunch time.
What is Home? Nelly asked interrupting whatever conversation they had before.
Ah? Katy looked at her stunned.
Do you mean home the place, or home the feeling? Max asked very seriously, looking directly at her.
I mean what is it to you? Nelly answered, careful not to brake the stare this time.
For me it’s a feeling, that everything is alright, as it suppose to be. He said.
Katy was still having trouble closing her mouth, when Nelly turned to her. And for you Kat?
You know where I live. She finally said.
I see. Nelly took her tray and stood up.
So it’s autumn in Israel. Took out my coat for the first time today, put my hand in a pocket, and here it was. A train ticket. Funny how it feels like ages ago. Only this July.
Dali, Kunming, Shangrila.
Mountains, almost constant rain, cute couple of Kunming students, that I made friends with at Shangrila.
My huge and annoying suitcase, full of wet and therefore useless clothes. Long train hours.
American girls, whose backpack was stolen, cute dancer girl on a train.
Nice Kunming hairstylist, who helped my find my bus from Kunming to Shangrila.
Humming of monks prayer at Shangrila monastery.
Flood welcome to Kunming.
Today Nelly looked exactly like she just cried all night before. She stopped for a moment at class doorway. Everyone was about there own business. No one noticed her arrival. But then she felt someone watching her. Max’s eyes were searching hers.
Hi, he said and smiled.
Hi, she answered back, feeling warm starting to flow at the middle of her chest. Nelly hurried to her desk quickly, braking the precious eye contact.
The rest of the school day went on a usual. At lunch Katy was chatting constantly about their weekend plans, hers and Max’s.
Nelly tuned them out the best way she could and concentrated on the phrase from this night’s dream. You should remember your way back home. Home.
What is home? she suddenly asked, interrupting the dinner silence.
A? Mum and Dad looked up from their plate, surprised.
He wasn’t waiting for her at her room, when she arrived after school. He wasn’t there the day after, and the next one, and the next. The week went by. The mystery green haired friend just disappeared.
Like a ghost. May be that what he was, Nelly thought.
But she missed him. Missed the night talks, his singing. She missed having a special friend, a secret.
At school things have been weird lately. A second after this look of connection with Max, Katy joined them all chatting excitedly. She leaded the way to the table, all to eager and welcoming the new boy.
And ever since then she and Max seems to become best friends. Katy shows him around the town, she even invited him to meet her parents, and met his.
Nelly felt lonely, left behind. And today was particularly bad. She arrived from school just in time to catch her own parents in a middle of yet an other fight.
Oh, no… Not again. She thought, frustratingly closing her door. She sat down tiredly on the bed, put head on her knees and covered it with hands.
I am back in Israel for a month and a half already. And it’s OK. I miss China greatly, because I like myself there. I am more happy, more relaxed and mainly more me. I feel like everything is going to be OK, when I am there naturally. I have to work for this feeling in Israel.
The thing I do have in Israel is a nice crowd around me, my family, my long time friends, that sometimes matter even more than family, my workmates and my dog.
Also I discovered I like Tel Aviv a lot, which is kinda strange, cause I used to really dislike it. I was more of a Jerusalem girl for years. Have you noticed, that, I don’t know if it’s true for all countries, but for some, major cities are paired. Like New York- Washington, Beijing-Shanghai, Moscow- Sankt Peterburg, Jerusalem – Tel Aviv. One of the pair is more spiritual and artistic, the other is more fun-business like.
In Beijing, for example, even the regions have this polarity Sanlitun and Gulou. And people usually tend to love one or the other.
The teacher was speaking; the class went on as usual. It was a pure miracle, but Nelly was in luck today, she wasn’t asked or even noticed, so she could give her undivided intention to her scattered thoughts.
And just before the lunch time she came to some conclusions. Something was wrong with this new Max kid. Well not per se wrong, but he was different from the boy in her bedroom. And it’s not just the hair color. He wasn’t a friend. His eyes, they didn’t have this special friend’s look. This kind of look, when you meet it you have a feeling that you have known the person before, all your life and may be even longer. And Max didn’t have it. He looked self-observed, a bit lost, just a new boy in school.
Nell! Come here, quick! Katy was waving erratically.
What’s with her today? Nelly wondered but quickened her pace.
Did you hear?
There is a new boy!
Yeah! A year older, everybody is talking about him. He is The news. If you know what I mean?
Nope, I don’t. Why is everybody talking about him?
Well, he is, you know… Hot. And has this all dark, tall and mysterious look.
Oh, I see.
His name is Max. And I think, luckily for us we got to see him, not just at lunch, but we also have a class or two together.
There is nothing like Jim Sturgess movie marathon, when you are sick and miserable. So… Let’s see what I’ve covered so far.
Started with “One Day“.
I actually wrongly assumed it was the movie made after “ Just One Day“, Gayle Forman’s book. Don’t know why, the movie is two years old already and the book is obviously more recent. Never mind, I wasn’t disappointed. The movie is great.
Love the acting and love the story. It’s tragic, and happy, and full of hope, and beautiful.
It is so damn true how we hide from our feelings and miss opportunities, miss time and pay for it. It’s not easy to become true to yourself. Well may be it is for some people. As for me, I know it takes time to hear the voice of intuition. And often is only by looking back I really see the whole picture of that particular episode of my life.
This is what “One Day” is about for me – discovering oneself, through wrong choices, disappointments, eventually realizing, what you always have known.