Syberia - reflections

One reflection for those who e-mail me from time to time...

I am going through my pictures I took when traveling to Siberia back just two months ago. As usually it seems that now I like the trip more then I did during the actual travel. It is always funny to feel this difference (it's not the first time I see it happenning).

I think the thing is that when you are travelling on a long trip you are simply so tired that at the time you're there you're just to tired to fully engage yourself (emotionally) into the places that you are at/travel through. I remeber that we even had some free time, so I/we could feel the places, especially Irkutsk, Bolschoye Goloustnoje, and the Olkhon Island.

There is so much energy and fantasy just emanating from all those pictures. Yet I still remeber clearly taking many of them just to take them, to make that stamp in time, to take that footprint back with me. I remember then also that I was just very tired of the travel, low standard acommodations we had, the heat, etc. I guess its normal... There are even some pictures that bring back emotions of exhaustion and anger just by looking at them though beautiful themselves. . I guess this is what I was feeling when taking them.

Or maybe it is the rush of travel? After all the best place I got "engaged" into was the god damn train I spent three days and four nights in. In other places we spent max the same and with many sightseeing and local travel...

What do you think? Do you feel the same way too when looking at the pictures from your exotic travel? Share it with me. I am always interested in what's the point of view of my readers.

The Child I am.

I am nothing but a child. I fear challenges because I may not make it. I fear defeat.

I show a face of child to other people. I feel as I was a child when with other people.

I am a child who is very lonely.

I try to fill the emptyness with things, short term hobbies and relationships but it doesn't work.

I was always alone.

This is what was always there for me but I din't see it.

...Lonelyness.

It kills me...

Slowly...