a fly

Sometimes I feel like a stupid fly, trying to reach something very important for me, and not understanding that it's behind the window. I beat head against the glass, I do my best, but the aim remains unreachable. It makes me awfully angry – this glass walls are mainly inside of me, but knowing that does not help me to get through.

But another day I think that everything always has two sides. When it is dark in my room, and there is only a slim ray of light somewhere outside – unreachable, or even imaginary… This thin thread is a good reason enough to keep trying…

I've just helped the first spring fly to get through the window. Maybe some day someone will help me to do that too.

A short photo-report from y trip to Greece

I’d like to make a statement right away – I’m in love with Greece! This country is an unbelievable combination of spirituality, beauty and taste. Workful and frank people leaving there know how to appreciate the life and enjoy it (“Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero” © Horatius). These people are worthy heirs of Great ancient Greece – pride, self-esteem and humanity are harmonically connected in them.

While making a tour through the country, I could not get off mind that I’ve got into the fantasy world of Tolkien or into the mythic world of ancient Greece.

Religion is a seamless part of Greeks’ life, they trust in God from their birthday and until the old age. Churches are everywhere – graceful, modest… real churches.

If you get to know Greece, you can not have any doubt any more that this land could give birth to glorious Spartans, which protected their pride and their holy country. This is the place where those famous battles of 300 Spartans against Persian invaders took place:

This is the monument to czar Leonid; on the opposite side there is a noteless mound, separated by the road, - the bed of honour.

On our first day in Greece our local friends brought us to a place in the central part of the country called Meteora – one of the largests monks’ republics placed on the wondrous rocks, which where formed here as far as in ancient times by the waters of prehistoric sea and onshore winds. Over 20 monasteries built in the 14-16^th century are situated on the peaks of the rocks.

The air her eis filled with an incomprehensible power of faith and devoutness. I’ve felt deeply sorry about leaving this place, I’d love to come back some day and at least one week stay here, being along with nature and faith.

Some rocks were mystically similar to something. For example, these two heads bowed to each other – can it be an accidental creation of water and wind?

An the small towns undeneath reminded again about the mythic adventures, which have not seemed that fairy any more…

Because of lack of time, we’ve managed to see Olympus only from piedmont. Photos do not reflect a real greatness of Olympus, but what an incredible feeling you have there!

(me and my brother near the channel connecting two seas)

On the next day we’ve went to Peloponnese. In the city called Patras we’ve visited a church of Saint Andrej. Yellow sky is not a "Photoshop" – clouds brought the sands from Africa, and the rain later was also yellow.

In Athens we’ve made a „routine program“ – a visit to Acropolis, stately appearance of which is not ruined even by a crowd of tourists :)

I’m in love with Greece!