Somewhere by the ocean
day 4 of my outingfinally someone noticedme working in the shadowsattracting trouble in the lightthat is bugsin the code and on the ceilingtoday i decidedi will see the worldin my sandalsa kilometres long levadatook us far from our groupreplanting regional bananashopping over waterfallsi discovered my fear of heightswalking exposure therapyby a 500m high clifffor longer…
what an odd experienceto meet a handful of peoplefor one weekone of them fortwo and a half dayshike together for 4 hoursand then possibly never meet againin this lifetimei already forgoti’ve experienced this beforeit’s been 4 yearsi remember where they came fromsome of their namesless of their jobsbut none of their dreamswe become friendscolleagues and…
oh no, she has leftthe country againtoo many people have saidthat it’s my rightto act according to my own needsand Portugal is always the answerwhatever the questionas of latearound 27.5 yearsi’ve been branching offsomeone else’s master mainnot saying i’m a slavebut my local branch’s originwas set to whoever was upstreamone step aheadwithout questioning the directionand…
my grandmother askedlast autumnit’ll be a year soon, right?where does the dust come fromand where does time go?or money,which let’s be honestis why I came hereshamelessly scraping it togetherit’s time to take stockand analyse whymy bank account is empty,but my heart is endlessly fullin the breeze of the approaching Mother Tongue DayI practise my mother’s…
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Hi! My name is Benedikte. This is my small blog of life wherever it currently takes me. For now, I live somewhere around the Atlantic ocean for who-knows-how-long and try to gather my thoughts and experiences around this wonderful pond right here.
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