Singidunum, it's me!

Belgrade, I'm coming.
For the 4th time this year. In 10 hours I'll be there.

My Maki

Three months passed.

Three months of lavender smell reminding me of you, of wild cherry tea bringing our early mornings in to my heart, of gentle wind hugging me like you would do and Sun smiling at me as you were used to...

Three months of looking at your photos on my shelf, of walking on my every way 'with you', watching stars deep on the sky, which didn't do my wish come true...

Three months of falling asleep and waking up with you.



Three months of missing you.



Puno te voli tvoje pile.

Starting again...

I'm sitting in a main hall of our Faculty of Medicine, just after lunch with one of my best colleague. We were talking about all the things we have to do, about exams, studying... And I'm feeling this great, passionate will to work with patients rising in me again after a long summer.
Hospital is like a huge field for me, full of diffrent plants which I all have still to discover. Like a meadow of blooming flowers, where I am, like a small bea, gathering their nectar together. For making honey one day...

Starting my GP's practicals on Wednesday, 1.9.2008. Simply can't wait.

Illusion?

Laying in my bed, with a laptop on my legs, turning head to the right, checking the pillow besides me... Just 17 hours ago you were smiling at me from there.

Were you really here or it was just an illusion? For the moment I wasn't sure, because it was like in dreams... You made us fly. And added purple colour to the rainbow of my life.

Safe ride, my special wing.

Couldn't ask for more

Magnificent Ljubljana at midnight. But it's not the light, it's not the architecture nor the flowers blooming on a fence of a wooden bridge. It's you, turning our days and nights into a dream...

Great expectations

I have been on the train station in Ljubljana thousand times. In the spring, summer, autumn, winter, when the Sun is shining or huge raindrops are falling from the sky. Tired, relaxed, sad, full of energy, never bored... Every kind of mood, everyday twice. And I like my 'first morning station' to begin my day. But I have never been so excited and happy to go there like tonight. Never.

Can't wait to see you. At last, my friend.

Memories

It's late. I'm exhausted... On my desk there are hundreds of empty cups of coffee I had drank today, an opened anatomy atlas with pictures of tracheal cartilage, unopened envelope from my bank account, ORL books, my sleeping black giant cat... And photos from Dubrovnik, which still, after so hard day, make me smile. And fill my heart with joyful memories.


I guess it's time to work now, after such an amazing summer. Going back to books...

My very first photo of Dubrovnik, near Pile station.

Zmagovalci

Kako lepo je imeti ob sebi ljudi, ki ti dajejo občutek, da si za njih neprecenljiv, za katere veš, da bi razpihnili oblake nad teboj in te obsijali s soncem, ki bi se te včasih samo nalahno dotaknili, da lahko začutiš njihovo toplino. Ljudi, ki te imajo neskončno radi.

In kako redko pomislim, kakšna strašna luknja zija pod tistimi, ki tega nimajo. Kako neskončno prazno je za tiste, ki so popolnoma sami. Ki nimajo nikogar, komur bi bili resnično pomembni, nikogar, ki bi jih ljubeče objel, z njimi delil kepico svojega najljubšega sladoleda, skodelico toplega mleka... Pa se jih kdo nalahko dotakne, začutijo toplino in potem... spet nič. Najbrž, sem mislila, v resnici ima vsakdo vsaj nekoga.

Dokler je nisem videla. Z jezerom solz za vekami, ki so v hipu zrasle v ogromen jez, sem nemo opazovala samoto, ki jo je ovijala v svoj težki plašč... Poslušala jok, obupen klic, ki ni našel poti do pravih ušes, prave duše. Kakor da sva za trenutek zamenjali: jaz v njenem breznu samote, ona v mojem srcu. Previdno sem se je dotaknila -upala, da čuti-, poslala par nežnih besed proti njenim modrim očkam, ki so utrujeno lovile svetlobo... in z muko odšla. Z njo v srcu za vedno.



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Zaklad je v izjemnih ljudeh, ki nas obkrožajo. Za katere si poseben in čudovit točno tak, kakršen si. V redkih ljudeh, ki v tebi najdejo tvoje 'najboljše', to cenijo in občudujejo. V tistih, za katere je lahko vsak zmagovalec... In za to z veseljem dajejo tudi velik del sebe.
Lepšajo dneve.

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Morda se najde kdo tudi za posebno 'pikico', da vsaj obarva mračne dni, da jo za hip obsije s pisanimi žarki svojega nasmeh... Kdo, za kogar bo tudi ona zmagovalka. Ker se bori naprej, čeprav izgublja boj za bojem.

'Nič ni resnično brez svojega praveg nasprotja.'

Thank god...

...there are some special wings in my life. One on my left and the other on the right side. Thank you for making me fly today. Everyday...