Value and trading choices

Just finished yet another crazy life adventure exploring and discovering the roots of my gene pool (missing Mongolia). I can't stop but wonder how I got here, especially with all the people asking the same recurring question… How are you able to achieve it?

To be honest, luck came in handy, but it was mostly giving this dream value in my head over other dreams (house, family, new car, furniture, expensive clothing, and fancy restaurants). On top of that, I really have to thank all those past travel buddies that made this trip fabulous and with whom I reunited for modest period of times.

Why do I travel, is it to run away from something or just to spice up things? Maybe I’m running away from relations and stability, because what I see doesn’t satisfy me. Maybe stability doesn’t have enough value in my definition of the world or simply put, the value of exploring the world is bigger than the one of stability. 
About relations, I’ve always had my share of supportive ladies to enlighten my life and unfortunately the ones I cared for the most had the unpleasant tendency of hurting my feelings. This happened regularly and eventually I started shielding myself from the hurtful love, enjoying the passion and lust found at the start of the rainbow. My 2-3 first real loves have cheated on me at some point, so maybe it’s also a way to get back at a gender, but I don’t think, since I really care about the women I’m with at the respective moment. There’s also … everything in its own time…

Now I’m back and had 2 main problems that had to be taken care quickly. 
First, I came back to find my place trashed by the young French couple that rented it for the duration of my travels. This French hurricane left weird stains in strange places, damaged my things, stole some of my personal belongings and left in a hurry. Feels like gypsies have been living there, which is an ironic coincidence since I’m Romanian and they’re French.

The second problem is personal and just got solved, leaving me free as a bird with infinite beautiful possibilities. Just to raise the intrigue level, it’s about old habits being replaced by even older and uglier ones, which is exactly why I had to get rid of them.

Now, I feel refreshed with crazy wild memories from wonderful places and people, free, energized and ready for new challenges at the work place and on a personal level. Everything is possible with hard work and dedication, starting with my melting belly.

Once again, thank the great souls crossing my path and that I thank for giving a helping hand, you know who you are. Even bigger thanks to my cousins and their lovely families that have decorated a special place in my heart. 

If you allow me this small advice, whatever your goal is, take small steps towards it and give it value over the other stuff draining your energy. 

Free love,
Alex

May the gods light the path

Is there anybody who doesn't like to dream and feel like a kid? Anyone doesn't like freedom, the one that allows you to say and do what you want without social constraints, without guilt, without physical limits? Who never dreamed to a feather's playful freedom in a light summer wind?
But...what about the consequences, what about others, what about values, what about our loved ones, what about the gravity breaking the smooth flight???
In a Ying-Yang world, we try to evaluate the best cost-benefit about freedom/happiness and safety/work/responsibility...

I absolutely love to travel, not because I love to see man organized museums and tourist crowded places, but because I love connecting to new souls, experience love in all its forms and kicking the stagnating comfort zone away.

I can already hear some of you opinionating on my ways...whatever tickles your pickle...your opinion of me is irrelevant and if I'd have to live according to other's principles I would be  living in your own miseries, not because, all you have is misery, but because there's always someone to find that my idea is miserable(unfit for their standards). 

I love experiencing new things through the 5 senses and because routine keeps showing its attractive face at my doorsteps. I could hear her sweet melody and her smooth honey words telling me to come and be happy together forever. Fuck it, maybe I love to be miserable in order to feel, maybe its like spicing up the meals to have a more intense tasting experience. Maybe I just love to ... celebrate life ... Do you remember how much you wanted to grow up when you were young? Does today's result is anywhere close to what you have imagined? If you say yes, it will be my pleasure to meet you.

I love watching the horizont from different viewpoints under the same sun in different company. I can never have enough of others sunshine, while staying away from cloudy people.  The only reason is because our clouds are on the inside and in order to light our days, WE have to dissipate them. I can move your clouds from the outside, but in the long run they'll stay until YOU get rid of them.

If I can take a wise man words, there's enough goods for a while, there aren't any binding obligation and the elements are one my side, so there are worst situations in life...

Watch this "http://youtube.com/watch?v=H8s97NiC2Ys" , this corner of the world is just AMAZING.

Sofia was cold and lonely except for the market everything seemed abandoned and empty. On the other side, Istanbul is out of this world and should be seen. WOW is just not enough to describe it, yo should go at least once in a lifetime to visit this all time commerce center. Only little down side is that not that many people speak English especially in Istanbul which is strange for the size and all the mix cohexisting there.

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WATCH OUT when you take the bus from Istanbul to Thessaloniki, because the Metro bus company takes your passport when you get in and scans them probably to make counterfeits and I have the proof of this, since I found a SIM card in their headTV on the seat 17(my seat) with hundreds of passports and visas scans. If anybody has any suggestion as to where to report that, send me an email.
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I haven't seen much of Kosovo, but it seems like a great place to start something and it should develop more in the near future. After Kosovo, there's Montenegro with its extremely attractive prices and beautiful scenery near the Adriatic. It starting to develop but in a more subtle way. The best touristy and more costy place is Croatia, which is very modern with an antique touch in Dubrovnik and Split. Whatever you do, don't go there in the high season, unless you love crowds and huge prices, otherwise the two cities are breathtaking as you can see in the pictures below. Next to Croatia, there's Bosnia with the only city visited Mostar. Its a relic of war, bullet holes ornate ALL walls as it was yesterday. The main attraction is an old bridge where you could eat like a king for 10 euros. Probably that Bosnia doesn't have any kind of taxes on merchandise or it has fallen from a container, but new cellphones are extremely cheap and all kind of tourist merchandise also, which makes it the perfect place to get souvenirs. If you go there, DO NOT stay at Elite Guest House, because they let us down and never answered the door when we had a reservation.

By the way Dubrovnik was magical and I felt like the hero in a legend. I had some time to kill like we all do when travelling and suddenly an old man got my attention. He was carrying a big luggage on a small stone street and something inside me was intrigued. He entered a house surrounded by magic carpets(like in Aladin) and two beautiful birds came flying towards me as to say "Follow us", which I did and the turned continuing in the alley. They stop to wait for me about 3 times and eventually vanished in front of a stone doorway. To my surprise it lead to some rocks outside the castle surrounded by crystal clear waters filled with stars. There was a fisherman taking concentrating on his peaceful meditation, so I just continued on some hidden stairs. It was so quiet that I just sat down and almost slept in a small shade in front of a rock cliff. My eyes focused on the wall when something moved. it was looking at me and it had backup. There were about 20 or 30 of them on the wall. I was surrounded. Eventually a fly lifted from my t-shirt and the eyes followed frenetically. It was their possible breakfast and I was sitting in their restaurant...the Lizzard buffet. It felt like Gulliver and went to sleep quietly letting nature be. 10-15 minutes later I was woken by somebody screaming from the top of the castle "How did you get there?" to which I instinctively replied "Follow the old man!"

I feel grateful because I got to see both sides of Belgrade since first night it was rainy and grey followed by a very sunny and beautiful day in cool company(a Turkish pilot with a lot in common). Belgrade is great and filled with beauties and not the most pleasant waiters.

Visiting a friend in Budapest and warmly recommending one of the coolest hostels there "Hi5" where the magic comes from the caring staff and their fun activities. You'll really feel like in a family, it's close to everything
and the prices are amazing. 

Skipping Ukraine for now and then Krakow for a weekend break. I can smell the rubber burning behind me...can you?

Istanbul: http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130409_20130412_Istambul_Turkey
Thessaloniki: http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130413_Thessaloniki_Greece
Macedonia: http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130413_Skopje_Macedonia
Kosovo: http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130414_Prishtine_Kosovo
Montenegro: http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130415_HercegNovi_Montenegro
Croatia Dubrovnik: http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130415_20130417_Dubrovnik_Croatia
Bosnia: http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130417_20130418_Mostar_BosniaHerzegovina
Croatia Split: http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130418_20130421_Split_Croatia
Belgrade: http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130422_20130423_Belgrade_Serbia

P.S. Now, to finish my idea with the inner clouds and sunshine. Maybe I haven't grow enough spiritually to accept your clouds...or maybe its not my job to accept them. Either way, I mean no one any harm and my castle's doors are open to anybody as long as they come with good intentions.

Dear relatives

I'll start this post by taking the time to thank our brave and smart ancestors. I relived so much history in the last couple of days and mostly thanks to my very caring cousins that I love very much with their respective new loved ones. We all had bumpy roads and we're all intelligent achievers in such great ways. I feel blessed to have common blood.
My blood is a cocktail of strong, smart and nomad genes: Romania, Germany, Greece, Mongolia, Hungary. The lesson that I've learned the most is that we're all family(yes, you and me). There's always a stupid relative in the family, so don't let it be you. I also learned that some(or most) of our past history has been re-written to fit some purpose from that time. Like any book, it's the one that has the best story and not the faithful that remains. In a vote it doesn't really matters who votes, its mostly about who counts them.

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I'm about to go drink expensive Moldavian wine in my grandfather's company on his tomb. I like to think that he's my angel, since I always loved his "earth worker" ways. I'll light a candle and pour him some wine so we can have a deep(imaginary) talk about things.
...Now
It was a great talk...with myself and it was great to put things into perspective...I refreshed the concept of giving as much love as you can when you can...NOW... Here's a cute love story: Through friends, I've met a boy and a girl and the first thing I noticed is how much they desired each other. Unfortunately they both hold back being unsure of the other's reaction. Its definitely hard to put the ego on line of fire. What I did find funny its how each one made an excuse of not going forward and its cool to see the tension escalate. Eventually the inevitable happened and ...
My point is to take action towards what you really want in life...when you can...NOW...

I'm not proud to say that the Romanian family I see is filled with "stupid relatives". Everybody tries to get the most today ignoring the effect on the rest of the family. The Euroship is sinking. Its also very visible in queues, when everybody tries to stupidly cut in front or unhappy workers doing a poor job sharing their negativity especially in the customer service department. It took me 15 min to get a train ticket instead of 1 minutes because I went out of my way to help some American teenagers get a ticket to Belgrade with a angry lady behind the counter. Then some local got in front of me taking 15 minutes without even an excuse me and when confronted he just replied: well, it's in the process already(perfect example of stupid relative).
Back to positive, I ate delicious traditional Romanian food in amazing company for great prices. I've partied in really cool places. I've tried some really cool experiments that I was looking forward to. I've met new friends, old memories and new family members.
Thanks to my cousin, I even went to Chisinau, on which I've gave up before and it was beautiful. Renovated city, at least downtown, with even better prices than Romania and beautiful women, like Romania that dress very sexy for every occasion(even sitting on a bench in a park). I know why some of the seduction community choose Romania to come and have a good time. Also girls seem to be more open and insistent with their gaze here.
I really loved hanging out with my sweet nieces, all three of them.

There's 2 things that I will keep from this Eurotrip:
Family(loved ones)
Giving love now

Here's some pictures

• http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130325_20130329_Budapest_Hungary
• http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130329_20130402_Bucharest_Romania
• http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130402_20130404_Chisinau_Moldova
• http://picasaweb.google.com/braikoff/20130404_Botosani_Iasi_Romania

Lost oceans, Priceless advice, Driver seats and Real desires

Leaving Munich with river surfing in my eyes and green beer still in my blood. Prague was just beautiful with renovated architecture surpasses only by the grandeur of Vienna. These cities feel like the past has lost itself in the present. I sat down next to a river in Vienna and unleashed my mind free to wonder around in the flavours of time. Local dishes and hot wine made their way to my taste captors which completed the fulfilment of the senses. It was beautiful and if you know anything about architecture or history, I strongly suggest you make your way in these amazing places. But, for a sensible soul like me, the human contact is really what I look for and touring alone is not the best way to achieve it. I decided to stay 2 days in modest Bratislava in order to do laundry and connect with people. In that moment, I would have never guesses that I was going to lose myself at sea (twice) and come back filled with a new energy and vision. It does have tasty food and good prices but in my case destiny answered my calls and brought me my element in a new form.
I love to discuss about life and every time I just realize that my version of things is perfect and my close mind persists in being right. I do understand why I love being close-minded, its because anybody can give advice but if I find that their life is shitty on my standards, then their advice becomes rotten and looses its purpose. When somebody's on a pedestal, his words are filled with wise double meanings that make sense in your world. So my advice to you is to ignore any advice from me.
Talking about influences, I'm seriously considering retiring from the "real" world. No more FB, no more G+, no more Twits, no more funny-stupid videos, no more time-wasting, energy-consuming, brain-washing, creation-killer....but not quite yet....it feels reassuring to look at your FB page and see that I'm not alone....just adding this task on my life's to do list.
In life there's a balance between the stress from being in the driver seat and the chilling from holding a trust hand. For example every time I arrive in a new city, I'm driving, stressed by the unknown and my precious cargo that I have to deposit into the secure Hostel. I drive to find street names in foreign languages and drive to avoid getting robbed in a world filled with horrible outcomes. Eventually the trusty hostel hand comes in, gives me a map, explains the customs and takes care of my valuables so I can chill and enjoy the tourist tips and find new chilling partners. I absolutely love both sides.

I've been suggested that I should write what I want from life. What a great question, so lets see how deep the rabbit hole goes...
First thing that comes in mind is money, it represents open doors with exciting possibilities.
Second thing comes power, over who, to do what? Then there's freedom. From what, what can I do with it more than I do now?
All this assuming that health is already in place because its the most important thing, especially when its missing. Now, if I really think about my first two choices, its just stuff that will guarantee the positive results of any decision that I make, so what is it really what I want from life?
I love to care and love. I love to feel cared for and being loved. I love pleasure and affection. It doesn't really matter the road that I take, but it does matter the company in which I am. Its not even important what discussions we have, but it is extremely important what is communicated. All I need in this life is a modest comfy place in a hot weather country, cool friends with whom I connect and a couple of cool girlfriends.

It feels great to have a clean windshield on a car.

Love from Budapest,
Alex

The forth dimension

On a train to a strange destination. It feels like reading 5 books at once and experiencing deeply each one of them. Unattached strings of deep connection, followed by beautiful places and topped with amazing memories lived in the current moment.
A week ago, I erased myself mysteriously in order to take 3 days and create according to a future objective and I loved the experience. Maybe that was the seed of a short book.
There was those 2 brilliant days working metal with bare hands at Xavier's dad shop. I've realized that we're already lucky anywhere we are, but same as love its only delimited in time and it gets filtered with time. I don't know about others, but I need NEW experiences in order to "FEEL" them.
South of France has amazing weather, its close to the water, the metal artistry shop is great to stay in shape and feel creative, but eventually worries and boredom sneak in and ...
I've accepted the idea of never being happy doing one thing, so as long as I caress another life's side, I'll feel like I'm using my perfect machine for a good purpose.
A great person gave me a definition of love after seeing me trying to struggle with the concept. Here's how it goes:
Two bodies that fit together, in pleasure or affection while their souls vibrate on the same frequency.
This person also said that love isn't something you trap, its simply something you experience when it makes itself present.
I realised that I didn't write since Barcelona and many things happened since. There is Wapa and her very warm family that were angels placed on my path. There was young student Glasgow and old dynamic Edinburgh where I got to hear some really spooky old stories about the sad past of very warm and smily Scottish people. Their wisky is just fantastic and different.
There was small Dublin with its warm SkyBackpackers hostel where you feel like in a family except for a crazy American that almost took my head off for ...no good reason, which goes to prove that I can't make all the ladies happy (drugs users and daddy issues stay away).
There was Galway where I spent the smoothest birthday eating a kinder surprise and enjoying the memories from my first one in Spain. There were tall cliffs, ruined castles, a young Julia Roberts, an Irish princess and a video made of me giving an interview about a hostal on the web. There was Temple bar, filled with drunk skirts, there was a salsa night where a 60 years old lady with red hair stole the show(same like Curuxina). This trip is filled with surreal memories.
There was the ferry romance, followed by "scared" sheep and a huge London waiting to swallow and bury dreams. Met two VERY cool travel friends that made me laugh in 2 days more than I laughed in 4 years(since I last saw them). I already miss you guys. Had the chance to see a coworker that moved in rainy London and shared great vibes over babyfoot(fooseball).
If feels great to play with 4th dimension and years replace seconds. Geneva and Munich are great clean high standard cities with high prices. For St-Patrick's I've seen a cool friend from paradise and he showed me around. Eventually St-Patrick showed me the way home when my body and mind almost failed me. No more excess for a while.

Back to time traveling(fourth dimension) after a day of break.

MontrealSeduction.ca

I'm realizing that I love understanding my surrounding and a small part of me is unhappy because I keep putting myself in places where I don't belong in order to adapt and learn. Lucky for me, the bigger part keeps feeding my thirst for adventure(yes I said feeding my thirst and its perfectly exact).
As long as I keep both sides happy my will keeps pushing my feet forward. The other morning, I actually felt at home in the  clouds of Arthur's seat in Edinburgh. It was a regular spooky morning where clouds united with the steep mountain I decided to mount half-awake. Apparently when the clouds dissipate, the view is unberable. Instead, I kept fogging myself deeper and deeper following the hardened path and the cloudy sun. Eventually I couldn't see 5 feet in front of myself and something occurred. It was strange moment, probably caused by the extra drinks from the previous night. I was in state, it was ... I felt inner peace, I listened instead of expecting, I felt. It was pure love uniting everything, worlds, ghosts, aliens, gods, all united at once in the fog of my mind. My comfort side united with the wild one for a infinite moment and it was...a filling experience like the few we climb the Everest for.
I love writing, its a lovely passion and if anybody's inspired by it, I feel even more grateful, but describing that moment is ...Paulo Coelho describes it well in the Aleph.

Try this, breath 3 times as deeply as you can.
On the first breath, just try to observe your surroundings. Direct you focus towards parts where you never looked.
On the second, use your sense of smell, get as precise as you can with each moments that goes by. Sniff every tiny odor that you can detect.
On the third, use your hearing, more specifically concentrate on the light sounds of the background. Keep going deeper.
...And this is why we use only 10% of our brains...Now repeat after me: "Welcome awareness!"

Each moment is unique and I've been trying to anticipate and predict future possibilities when all I had to do was enjoy. I'm 33 in 4 days(maybe less when I post this) and I'm not free, but getting closer every day. Is success based on how many people want to fill their emtynes with you? Is it the other way around, meaning on how many people you want to fill your emptynes with?
I forgot to be a kid, I put weights on my shoulder to impress, but who am I? Through the eyes of my own mask, I see painted faces on hard walls. I see a lot of loneliness in the name of the "ego" image. I see poor people act like rich, I see sad people act happy, I see that I kept my eyes closed ...
I hurt to protect an image... A sensible soft side guarded by the walls of experience.

Everything is real if it makes sense in your inner interpretation of this world? So maybe all this time, where I see masks and chains, I'm just seeing my own fears and scars. Maybe I should look towards the happy new travelers or passionate people building their dreams piece by piece. Maybe I should be inspired by the fantastic stories about the fabulous places I go to. Maybe I should look at trees grow and see how complex and beautiful this world is.

I have a little confession to make and that is that I've been secretely a seduction coach in "MontrealSeduction.ca" for over 3 years now, mostly because I've been fascinated with the subject of human dynamics, self-marketing and conquering my own inner fears. I've been "studying" this subject and practiced the many theories available. In the following part I'll describe the process through which one can succeed in selling himself.

If keeping a relation isn't hard enough, its even harder to start one...or is it...
Lets say one's goal is to start an interactions with another human being, what is necessary?
You know the answer and I hear you saying "But what if...?" Take a freaking chance.
Most people's problem is that they stop themselves and you will do the same? Self-confidence and will are your best assets.
First of all you should start moving as soon as you see your desired possible buyer? Go ahead, with your best image and do something...anything.
Practice your image to look sharp and relaxed or however you want to look. I can hear you again "But what about being myself?" Really? How does your true self looks and why don't you use him? Use anything, just go.
Here is what I could do for you as a seduction coach:
1) Improve your image to look out of the ordinary(only if you're ready to change)
2) Find 5-10 phrases that will break the ice in case your mind fucks you over at the last minute
3) Find 5-10 conversations about your passions, tastes, etc that will be used to promote yourself and increase your product's value
4) Understand the process of seduction
5) See the signs that the other one is interested and know when to pull your move
6) How to get her to commit to you instead of the opposite
7) Live examples

Here's what I can't do for you:
1) Remove your ego
2) Give you will power
3) Decide for you

In the end, our bigger enemy is ourselves and that is because we keep protecting ourselves unconsciously? Find the protection and give it an alternative. Think of the worst and best possibilities. Give it a honest try. Keep a logbook. Use professional help. Some resources are limited in this world and some things are worth paying for.
On top of that, money doesn't change the fact that any change takes work, effort and constant focus.

Welcome to eternal improvement.

Hasta que la vida nos separe

Acto 1(Recuerdos de oro): 2013-02-18 13:00 Café Albanique, Gijón, Asturias

Armado con un café, con la maquina de escribir cargada y con un sol que se muestra los dientes en una terraza encantadora. La única cosa que falta son mis memorias sobre las llanas, agudas y esdrújulas cual de todos modos serian inútiles con un teclado ingles.
Que lugar maravilloso este Gijón tan majo. A que no? Vale, sigo con mis derrapes...
Esta semana infiltre el mundo maravilloso de una familia que siempre considere como la mía y cual me devolvió el amor a 200%. Vine a excavar recuerdos y caí sobre un tesoro. Pensaba encontrar descanso y encontré ojeras. Pensé que lo sabia todo y salgo mas umble que unos ojos que vean el sol por primera vez. Muchas gracias por todo si llegan a leer estas palabras y espero poder regresar pronto en este estupendo lugar.
Por los que se preguntan a que puede parecer un tal sitio, pues aquí hay unas pruebas.
Si el lugar no esta vendido, aquí hay mas ventajas: hay mar con bellas olas surfeables, hay montanas increíbles para ski, hay paisajes que cortan el aliento, hay casas calurosas, hay comida sabrosa, hay deportes extraños como el "padle" cual suelen ser aditivos después de una sola vez, hay....hay...hay Y SOBRE TODO hay gente formidable.
El único punto negativo es que hay que llegar con las pilas puestas y cargadas porque los Asturianos son imparables.
Hay muchos viajeros que dicen que la India desborda de amor, pero la verdad es que Asturias tiene mas todavía. Al final depende de lo que el amor tiene como resonancia en las orejas de cada uno.

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Acto 2(Amor borroso parte 1) 2013-02-19 Tren de Gijón hacia Barcelona, España

Este acto fue tuvo 3 paginas cual se perdieron por causa de mala sincronización de la aplicación de Blogger, cual vengo de desinstalar.

En esas paginas hablaba de la belleza de los paisajes Asturianos cual quedaron gravados en mi retina y también hable de mi tema preferido que es el de las interactiones humanas sobre todo la parte del amor...a seguir.

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Acto 3(Economía nebulosa) 2013-02-20 Café La Crema, Barcelona, España

Tengo ganas de hablar de la dinámica social cual parece quemar este país al igual que a Francia. Lo que voy a decir es mi opinión con una vista de elemento extranjero con bastante experiencia de dinámicas diferentes.

El país va mal, falta dinero para guardar estable el sistema que dirige el mundo. El miedo de algo grave se hace sentir en las noticias. La guerra silenciosa de la evolución esta tocando a la puerta. En mi opinión, la vida es como un río donde el agua de ayer esta alejándose y al quedándose mirando hacia ella no se vean los obstáculos del presente lo que acaba jodiendo el futuro.

Veo mucha gente que se queja de un mundo en cual todos queremos tener mas haciendo menos. Es extraño ver las posibilidades presentes gastarse con el quejo de un pasado posiblemente lindo. Somos maquinas que suelen adaptarse a nuevas realidades y es tiempo de adaptarse que nos guste o no. Vivimos en un mundo en cual la competición son otros humanos igual de inteligentes con fuerzas iguales y quizás con ciertas ventajas.

El humano tienes 3 maneras de reaccionar a un cambio que implica peligro. La primera reacción es de congelar, la segunda es de huir y la tercera que solo sucede después de las dos primeras es de combatir.

Lo que veo ahora en Europa es sobre todo las dos primeras reacciones y pienso que la única salida es de combatir aceptando el cambio. Entonces los que llegan mas rápido a partir su tercer nivel serán lo que construirán el futuro.

Por ejemplo, si tendría una empresa de manufacturas, jamas traería mi negocio en un país con tanta sindicalización, donde la mano de obra quiere mucho a cambio del resultado de su trabajo y en cual el producto final puede ser una perdida en vez de hacer beneficios, lo que al final es el objetivo de una empresa.
De otro lado, hay el estilo de vida increíble que existe aquí aun con los problemas actuales económicos. Ni siquiera en Canadá he visto tantos coches nuevos, casa bonitas y arhitectura maravillosa. Esos detalles es como trabajar como mesero y tener que mantener un Ferrari...es un poco difícil.
Pase lo que pase, la evolución esta ahí y no creo que se pueda hacer un tortilla con huevos sin romper sus cascaras...

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Acto 4(Amor eterno parte 2) 2013-02-21 Panadería, Barcelona, España

Te has preguntado alguna vez porque una parte de una pareja decide romper una unión en cual se metió de buena voluntad al principio. La respuesta es muy simple y es que esa mitad de relación abandono la idea de que esa unión le traerá lo suficiente para seguir. Piense un segundo, uno de los dos unidos abandono la idea de encontrar lo mínimo suficiente para seguir.
Después de tanto esfuerzo, después de tanto tiempo y posiblemente de tanto dinero, toman la decisión consciente que es mejor dejar todo atrás y seguir por si mismo.

Somos (o vivimos en) maquinas perfectas y casi auto-suficientes a cuales les gustan los cócteles de substancias que influyen nuestro comportamiento inconsciente. El amor o cualquier emoción intensa esta creada por una mezcla de químicos en el cerebro cual tienen un resultado positivo sobre nuestro humor....blablabla... el amor no es nada mas que un estado muy agradable.
La maquina que pensamos manejar tiene una parte automática cual tiene sus propios objetivos y los dos principales son:
-Sobrevivencia de uno mismo
-Sobrevivencia de la especie(pasar el ADN a la proxima generacion)

La unión social por ejemplo es una manera muy buena de cualquier organismo de tener mas seguridad, así que buscamos compañía de otros seres para eso, al igual que de la maquina opuesta para poder usar el mecanismo de reproducción.
Si logramos sacar todas los ornamentos de la historia del hombre quedamos con el núcleo de un ser que busca techo, comida y compañía para sobrevivir.

Regresando al amor, con los anos nos construimos historias maravillosas como los ancianos tenían dioses de lluvia, para embellezer lo que ocurre en las uniones de dos seres imperfectos y independientes. La uniones sirven inconsciente para ayudar la semilla a crecer en las mejores condiciones.

En general, si una parte decide abandonar el barco de la relación y piensa que ya no tendrá lo mínimo necesario para seguir adelante es sobre todo porque la comunicación entre los dos tipos de maquinas, no es la misma. Eso esta muy bien ilustrado en el libro "Los hombres vienen de Marzo y las mujeres vienen de Venus". Al final los dos lados acaban agotados de dar amor a SU manera y no recibir nada a SU manera en cambio. Obviamente, los dos lados dan de su parte pero en general ninguno recibe nada al otro lado, por lo menos no de la manera significativa.

Tuve una discusión interesantísima sobre dos conceptos casi opuestos y mezclados por la sociedad moderna. La lealtad y la fidelidad. La fidelidad esta relacionado con la obligación de no seguir sus propios impulsos y tiene la raíz en el miedo de no ser el suficiente para la otra mitad. De otro lado la lealtad es un concepto opcional de ayuda entre dos seres con una buena conexión para pasar encima de los obstáculos de la vida. Encuentro ilogicos los esfuerzos que un ser puede hacer para tratar de convertir en posesion los sentimientos de otra persona. Solo podemos controlar lo que queda en los limites de nuestra piel.

El amor se podría trocear en conexión, confort, simbiosis, unidireccion de objetivos, pasiones, sensualidad y sexualidad comunes. Ese amor empieza con la luna de miel definida por psicólogos entre 3 meses y hasta 2 anos en cual toda propiedad de la otra mitad es un encanto. Después de esa luna de miel, cada mitad deja de hacer el esfuerzo de guardar la mascara en la cual pinto su imagen ideal con mucho cuidado. Así que parece normal que algunos se espanten al ver la verdadera cara del amor.

Me acuerdo de un estudio en cual estaba escrito que 75% de las parejas que se casaban, se divorciaban dentro de 5 anos. Que extraño que dos personas inteligentes y conscientes eligieron de tomar un CONTRATO, solo para romperlo en los anos siguientes. Además sobre esos divorcios, 70% fueron pedido por la parte femenina de la relación. Otra vez encuentro extraño, porque en general, una CONTRATO de boda ventaja la mujer.

Lo que queda del amor, es la parte mas bonita: el principio... Los pájaros que cantan, los olores embrujadores, la atención de otro ser, los piropos, las emociones intensas, los latidos de corazón, la falta de sueno, falta de alimentación... Todos esos síntomas son lo que ocurre, cuando nuestro cuerpo(y alma) conecta con otra posibilidad de pareja... Ahí empieza el baile de la conquista cual acaba en la luna de miel.
Los que dicen que ese estado no se puede crear, SE EQUIVOCAN, porque aun si ese estado no se puede reproducir por completo, si se puede empujar fuertemente en la buena dirección. Las aventuras de Casanova son realizables por cualquier, ser en cualquier parte del mundo. Solo hay que saber, cuales son las necesidades internas del otro para dárselos en el buen orden. Para los perezosos, hay "El Método" que es la punta del iceberg.

Juro de tomar, cuidar, compartir, amar y ayudar XXX hasta que la VIDA nos separe...

Closing the loop

Préferez-vous le francais?

When my eyes opened that morning I would have never imagined all the places I would go inside and how much I would relive, hurt and heal all at once.

I'll try and share some things with you if you have the patience, but first, France and probably Europe is on the downward spiral.

The main reason is that the "Parisians" have lost their arrogant wit, only empty eyes filled with lost dreams and hopes. Everybody is grumpy, complains have filled the streets and it seems like it's the place where giving up won the battle. I might be responsible for part of it, since there's a chance that a little devilish cold sneaked into my jacket and release itself here in order to have the chilly 5 degrees today.

The second reason why France seems to get worst jump to my eyes during the experience of closing an old account. But first, I felt like a king when opening it, because it was zen, professional and they even served complimentary coffee. I was speechless and was starting to judge unattractive Canadian system back then. Now for closing the account, the lady had booked 2 of us(clients) at the same time, the place was a mess and I felt like a huge burden. I know closing and opening accounts are not the same operation, BUT it was ridiculous, I mean come on guys it's your fudging job and it's pretty fudging easy. I felt worst than a bank robber. Eventually I got out and swear not to open an account there again. Take that CIC next to Arc de Triomphe.

By the way, the positively amazing thing here is the price of Internet and cell phones. With Free, you can have a full month of unlimited talk, txt and some data for 20euros. Same with home Internet that you could use pretty much everywhere. Home phones come with free international calls...WTF happened to Canada and US?
Let's start with the loop story, right now is 15h and I'm having a coffee(espresso) in front of Arc de Triomphe in order to get inspired. Its coldish, gray and about to rain, there a soothing electro music playing softly in the back giving my spirit a needed rest after all the emotions today.
This morning I was tired because of a couchsurfing amazing party yesterday night that went a little too well and since yesterday I indulged in food and rest, today I decided to walk from one side of Paris to the other in order to get to the bank and close my French account. It was a marvelous dramatic 3h30 during which I walked 20000 steps, so I'll take the metro back.
It started with finding beauty around, like architecture, which is absolutely impressive, then it went to just observing without judging the grumpy people, which are very friendly if you ask them anything with a big smile. They're great people under great pressure, especially in Paris where everything gets lesser for bigger costs. It really hit and grow inside me more and more with every step that took me to the heart of Paris, the place that was my cavern for a full year. All the senses got involved, the perfect taste of the super falafel near my ex-house, the smell of crepes, the sound of impatience, the touch of the Notre Dame walls and the astonishing vision of a younger and more naive self exploring life.
I relived the beginning of a beautiful part of my life after not properly have healed an old relation. I adopted the rebound lifestyle for letting it go on for so long. I just needed a lot of fun and a direction to my new single life, just to fall into the same pattern. Have you ever put a bandaid on an uncleaned wound? How did the healing process go?...Eventually you have to clean deeper...and I think it's part of what happened today.
Life is like this blog, all about choices in the making and I don't regret any of my choices, I just wished I was more honest and direct with them. Deep inside, we all know what we want and we make sacrifices to "protect" others, who in the end will see(or not) our good intentions. I really believe that we all have good intentions, we just end up expressing the love in the wrong way...or simply said: We do the wrong things for the right reasons. Can you remember one thing that you did and really hurt someone you love?
When I got the real heart of the starting feeling, which was on Ile St-Luis on the bench where I met Gemelo, Anabel and Pilar that completely changed my life, there was this soft ray of sun that come at the same time when the wind came to a complete stop and birds were playing with the furious water. It was the same spot where one night a broken heart got a bandaid. I was disoriented hurt and alone in a stranger world.Everything was collapsing and those "strangers" help me grow a new world with a new vision. All those memories rushed in and my legs abandoned me at the same time that tears rushed to my eyes. All that beauty triggered intense feelings and all I could do was to observe in a moment that took decades. There was nothing, no sweat, no discomfort, no pain just air coming softly into my lungs and feelings. There was this great weight on my chest that I couldn't completely remove. Eventually I snapped out and found a napkin to wipe the feeling essence of my cheeks. At that precise moment, something inside "healed" and I never felt so good before. I remember walking and laughing to myself for a little while.
That day ended extremely well,walking around my memories, closing the bank account and walking for free on the famous Arc the Triomphe with my journalist papers.
That same night, I dropped into bed and fall deep, deep, deep into the rabbit's hole. It was so deep, that my memory of those mindless dreams stayed at the bottom.
Next day I took my tired feet, had lunch with an old friend and visited 2 more unseen museums. Napoleon's tomb which by its "show-off"ness gives away a man huge complex and determination. I cannot do anything but wonder how many lives were sacrificed so that man can have a grandiose final rest. Then visited the naked body art exposition at Muse d'Orsay which would made me think about the utility of our perfect machine and the protection we surround it with.
One huge thing was also the soup of my heart. The Kimchi lamen in my favorite restorant near the Louvre. It didn't had the same taste but the memories came just in time and were pleasant copany. One last thing was going to the Decathlon and getting a new version of the polar that costed 4euros 4 years ago and was an amazing protection during ALL my travels since. I got the black version for 8 euros and told the cashier to throw the old tired one away.
And that's how, like a magician playing with big rings, I closed the loop, relived and finally released the past and now ready for the future.
I lived more in the last 4 days than in the last 8 months.

Live, love and learn

Fermer la boucle

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En ouvrant les yeux ce matin, je n'aurais jamais osé imaginer tous les recoins intérieurs que j'allais explorer au cours des 2 prochains jours. Une abondance d'émotions, de souvenirs et expériences de toute sorte.
Mais avant d'embarquer dans la boucle, voici quelques impressions de cette ville lumière qui semble s'éteindre tranquillement. Je n'observe plus cette arrogance légendaire présente lors de mon vécu précédent, je vois plutôt des yeux vides, des rêves oubliés et des soucis un peu trop présents. Je comprends pourquoi mon Plateau est si plein de ces braves gens. J'imagine que la griseur et ce petit froid humide et désagréable qui glace les os a un gros impact sur l'humeur. Les temps chauds seront bientôt là...courage.
La deuxième raison pourquoi la France semble s'enfoncer est due à une horrible expérience pour fermer mon ancien compte de banque. Tout d'abord, je tiens à souligner que j'étais très impressionné par la façon dont la représentante de cette même succursale de la banque CIC a procédé  à l'ouverture du compte il y a 4 ans. Ambiance zen, ordonné, professionnel, secrétaire compétente et souriante ainsi qu'un café complémentaire n'avait rien à voir avec la courante version, bordélique, secrétaire boudeuse qui m'ignore, deux clients en même temps et coup de pied au cul psychologique. On reviendra plus à la CIC à coté de l'Arc de Triomphe.
Un truc extrêmement positif c'est la couveture du réseau internet et téléphonique ainsi que les prix ridicules. Par exemple, avec Free, 20 euros donnent des appels et textos illimités ainsi que du data. Sans parler des appels internationaux gratuits et ... Que fait-on dans la grandieuse Amérique du Nord?
Bouclage de boucle, il est 15h, je prends un bon café(expresso) devant l'Arc de Triomphe pour m'inspirer, les nuages se font insistants même si le vent tente fortement de les dissiper. Une petite musique de fond joue doucement et fait danser allègrement mes états d'esprit après une journée remplie d'émotions et e souvenirs.
À cause d'une super belle soirée en belle compagnie étrangère(couchsurfing) du lundi soir précédent ainsi que des 20000 pas de la journée de la traverse de Paris, j'avais eu besoin d'une deuxième bonne dose de caféine pour garder mes doigts en action. Il y aussi la quantité de délicieux plats qui ont fait orgasmer mes papilles gustatives depuis l'atterrissage de l'avion, qui ont fatigué mon corps par le système digestif. Je prendrais le métro pour revenir.
La boucle avait commencé  par l'observation de la beauté dans les trucs autour comme l'architecture qui est incroyablement détaillé et artistique, suivi par l'observation neutre du râlement des passants qui sont d'ailleurs très sympathiques une fois désarmés par un gros sourire Canadien. Ce sont des gens formidables sous énorme pression d'un ajustement constant dans un monde ou on donne plus avec moins.
Avec chaque pas vers le coeur de la ville ou tout avait commencé, une pression s'intensifiait en dedans de moi. Tous les sens étaient à fleur de peau, tellement qu'après la Bastille je ressemblait un zombi guidé par une force invisible. Je ne pensais plus et mes pas allaient tous seuls, le falafel délicieux que Micael m'avait montré, l'appartement de Sarah, le café du coin de la rue où je fumais ma cigarette en lisant le journal et en buvant mon café. Finalement lorsque la patinoire se faisait visible, mes pieds ont changé de direction vers Île St-Louis qui fut le vrai début de toutes les boucles. Une seconde plus tard, j'étais assis sur le banc ou j'avais rencontré Gemelo, Anabel et Pilar dans un moment ou j'étais perdu, seul et déboussolé. J'avais atterri là la première fois avec une longue relation qui semblait empoisonné. Éventuellement, cette relation prit fin, laissant derrière un être seul, triste, blessé, déboussolé avec un sentiment de culpabilité. Ça rappelle quelque chose à quelqu'un?
J'avais une grosse blessure à coeur ouvert et par peur d'avoir du mal en la traitant, j'ai décidé de mettre un pansement et ...ce qui ne tue pas rend plus fort...grosse erreur que je réalise à présent...mais que serait ce monde sans erreurs...on le saura jamais.
Quoi qu'il en soit, la seule chose que je regrette dans mes décision précédentes est de ne pas avoir été plus honnête et direct. Si on prend le temps de s'écouter, on sait très bien ce qu'on veut, par la suite on choisit de continuer à soutenir un rythme de vie qu'on ne veut pas ou ... perdre les avantages qui font qu'on a ce style de vie.
Aussi, nous pensons faire du bien aux autres en marchant sur nos principes et en mentant(Ça vous dit quelque chose aussi?) aux êtres chers et éventuellement ces mensonges reviennent nous hanter. Tant pis, je passe en premier, du moins quant à dire la vérité, pour le reste on fera des compromis.
Pour revenir à aujourd'hui sur ce banc avec le temps qui s'arrêta, le soleil sortit, le vent stoppa et une rivière se forma dans mes yeux. Il n'y a pas de mots qui peuvent exprimer cette tempête intérieure. J'ai revécu, senti, guéri ou du moins nettoyé mes anciennes plaies. Tout et rien coexistaient en même temps, j'étais bien, je revenais tranquillement à moi et un mouchoir nettoya gentillement l'essence d'émotions qui ornaient mes joues. Mon sourire rejoint mes oreilles et le monde recommença à tourner. Une sensation qui semblait dire merci mes amis parisiens pour tout ce que vous avez fait pour moi dans le passé.
La boucle principale fut bouclé, le passé était présent laissant place au futur.
La journée finit merveilleusement bien continuant à baigner dans les émotions et souvenir, fermant le compte de banque et visitant gratuitement le fameux Arc de Triomphe grâce à mes papiers de journaliste.
Cette nuit je me laissais tomber dans le lit et lorsque je le touchait, la chute continuât profondément dans mon inconscient, tellement que les souvenirs n'eurent pas la force de revenir à la surface.
Une deuxième journée s'annonça et mes pieds déjà fatigué m'ont emmené au musée de Napoleon avec sa majestuesité qui semblait dire, ici gît un homme déterminé et complexé. Je ne puis m'empêcher de penser à tous les corps gaspillés pour que le sien repose dans un si grand endroit. Par la suite il y eut une exposition au musée d'Orsay avec la collection de nus qui m'ont fait admirer cette belle et parfaite machine ainsi que les moyens que nous mettons en place pour la protéger. Ces visites gratuites ont été récompensés par la soupe chérie du restaurant japonais au Louvre qui n'avait plus le même gout, mais ou j'étais accompagné de souvenir délicieux d'une merveilleuse époque.
Une autre petite boucle fut fermé et par la même occasion j'aimerais dire un gros bravo aux concepteurs du polar de chez Decathlon, car j'ai acheté le nouveau modèle(c'est le même que celui d'il y a 4 ans) pour le double de la somme initiale, donc 8 euros. Ce polar est juste fantastique pour tous les voyageurs, il ne coûte presque rien, il m'a protégé durant 3 gros voyages en 4 ans dans toutes sortes de situations et il a passé haut la main.
Voici donc comme tel un magicien avec des cerceaux magiques je jongle avec les boucles intercalés.
J'ai vécu plus de choses durant les 4 derniers jours que durant les 8 derniers mois.

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