The Luscious Big Apple

First slices of the most famous Big Apple in the world, served to you. My story. Let yourself get lost in the photos, start mind transporting from your current location to the jungle of New York. Hear the horns in the traffic, smell the air filled with fume and feel the chill wind in your face. Open your eyes and see the smudge on a man's shirt while he eats hot corn dog, then lift your look up, along the glassy skyscrapers, and feel how small one is. Take a break in Central Park.

Wake up when a busy trader bumps into you while passing, speaking numbers on the phone. Wall Street is busy. Take the stairs down into a dark tunnel, and see the subway approaching. There is a little flag of the United States of America, and it looks like a tuna tin. Metallic and cold. Sit down, and feel the twitch when it gets fast again. Get off at Bronx, see the Yankee Stadium and hear the dominican Spanish everywhere. Vibes are changed, you know this isn't Manhattan anymore.

After fresh cut at the barber shop, you feel like traveling. China fascinates in mind, with fortune cats and mysterious culture. Instead of flying above the ocean, you have a piece of the magic right here in New York. The first on the streets and the awful smell of raw seafood counters, Chinese people spitting in front of you. Nothing that matters, you are amazed of everything. 

After a while, you get hungry and want a slice of pizza. Happily the Little Italy is right behind the corner. You order in Italian and get a huge smile and 'Che bella ragazza, vuoi mangiare pizza?' Order a margarita, and after first bite feel the love. You have a deep relationship with it. The bottom is soft and the double mozzarella melts in your mouth. Love.

Sun starts to set down, time to see the Statue of Liberty from a Staten Ferry. Sky is purple and red. After landing again, cross the Brooklyn bridge and walk in the streets of Brooklyn, and look their beautiful little homes side by side, wishing to live there someday with your family. End your day to a Brooklyn skyline, see the lights and everything New York has. You know you'll never can't get enough of this beautiful monster. You're in love.

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Between humanity and madness

This is pure madness. We are a family. We must be together, not against each other.

Family. Everyone's security, a pillar. Helps during the diffucultied and shares the joy during the happiness. Every member of the family is as important as the other.

Extended family. Wider support net, riches the family with cousins, uncles and grandparents. More laughs and hugs, big parties on holidays. A bigger family.

Society. The ones sharing the country you live in, speaking same language, empowering the traditions, based on hundreds years ago. Creating a culture between your sisters and brothers.

Humankind. The whole human race. All 7,4 billion of us. Together in this planet. Living as one with the Mother Nature, and other races. Experiencing the journey as a soul in a human's body. With other souls.

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Cohabitation. As a neighbor or in another city, interacting and helping eachothers as much as possible. Sharing, caring and loving. Sharing little moments and smiles.

Appreciation. Appreciating every member of the mankind-family equally, without hurting eachothers. Thinking the what's best for all instead of oneself. Defending in case of injustice.

Understanding. One understands that in a bigger family, there are persons, who's behavior might differ. Understanding that different cultures and religions live and think slightly different.

Gratitude. Being thankful of the family and every member in it, cohabitating, appreciating and understanding. By letting them live. Love never fades away by embracing it, only by neglecting it.

I saw them. Outrageous photos of the people with blood everywhere and several bomb explodes. My heart paused for a second. I felt fear. Yes, fear. Made me remember of the attacks in Paris last November. When I was there. This makes me wonder if one can truly be safe anymore. 

There are about 100 000 flights everyday. Millions of people using them. And tragedies happens. One can never know when life ends, but it is unfair when it's taken from you. Unfinished lives, families and loved ones left behind. One can only hope for kindness of others, but one can begin the change by changing himself.

My condolences to the victims and their families in Brussels, and to everywhere in the world, where inhumanity happens.

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La felicità - happiness

Happiness. What is it? Many search happiness for their whole lives without finding it. Some find happiness in other person, some from material. For some traveling and helping others bring happiness. But why do people search for happiness?

When found happiness, one comes loose from past. There becomes a novel life, where every moment is a feast. Every second makes your breath block and everything is worth remembering. One doesn't find happiness by searching, but by experiencing. Happiness comes when you least expect it. For me happiness hit last summer while looking at the red and purple horizon at the seashore with people, I have had known just seven days. With people, who spoke different language and had become to my life that same summer. I cried tears of happiness. I believe everything has its reasons, and this time it was to find happiness. A place where I feel good, and where I can return when wanting. 



I have been lost for a long time. Almost my whole life. Traveling has brought me joy, new experiences and lovely people. Still something has missed. Of all the countries I have been in, in none I have felt this way. The feel when every piece clicks on their places, and one is calm on the inside. No anxiety nor blue mood, just joy and peace. My local friend said to me that night 'You know the feeling coming home from a long journey? I think that happened you today. You're home'. I couldn't have said it more aptly. I was home for the first time. Of course I had my family's home, but Italy became my home. For now and always.





26th of August I moved to Paris for unknown time, but I know for sure that I'll return there. Italy sweep me off my feet. There are no words to describe the feeling, and one can not completely understand before experiencing same. I want to say that I was euphoric. I was home. Grazie Italy.

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Zozoolea

Wanderer - noun. A person who travels aimlessly. 


Everyone knows that one human being who is always on the move and refuses to settle, that one person seeking for endless adventures, new countries, faces and anything that makes her alive. That one person who always speaks about her unforgettable memories - like that time when she moved to Italy, or ended up in a home full of dominicans in Bronx watching the Super Bowl, or telling about her next plan to take over the world with sparkle in her eyes. 

The person described is Me. I have a gypsy soul and I can never stay too long in one place. I have the urge to learn more and see more and to use all my senses. I am always looking for new places to discover and for another smile to meet. It makes me feel alive, like I can fly and breathe again. It makes me grow as a person and understand myself better. I see what media doesn't want us to see, I see the beauty and misery in everything. I am leaving every adventure always speechless and amazed.



Traveling around the world sounds fun and mesmerizing but like everything, it has its down sides also. As though it is exciting, it is never easy to start a life somewhere new completely from scratch. I have to get to know the city, make new friends and feel connected with the place. And the hardest part about traveling is saying goodbye and letting go of everything I learned to love like my friendships, favorite hiding places and the local food trunk with best pitas in the world... Even the neighbor I heard singing so beautifully through the walls. It breaks me, even when I'm excited to get started in my new destination.

For a long time now, I have wanted to write about the world, the way I see it and communicate with the Mother Nature. Now I know it's time. I am ready. I have so much to tell and so much to share. I know that I know nothing but something is worth writing. You're welcome to join me through the path of unknown as I share my journey to you.

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