There is no show about home improvement, which I skipped. I really like that. I literally decorated my home to be like Christmas in Vienna. Each and every home should be worthy of a person. To be happy when entering it.
That all the little things, carefully chosen over the years, please the eye and the soul. That all memories remind of some beautiful event and the most important thing… that the energy that flows through it brings peace and tranquility, happiness and security. You don’t need a lot of money for that. It takes a sea of desire, a pinch of knowledge and a lot of will and patience.
In 2017, when I went to Africa for the first time, I entered an average African house to see how they live. I didn’t get carried away or believe that it would be good, in fact I knew in advance that it would be bad, but…
So far I have visited, I don’t know how many African houses. And every one, but every time I think – so far, I’ve finally gotten stronger, Googled it. They won’t break me again, I’m stronger than anything… I’m a master of lying to myself.
Yesterday, Jure sent me a picture of a richer African house. Home. So to allow myself another massacre of the soul – I carefully study the details from the photo of that house. And what should I describe here? Walls? The floors? Furniture? Memories? The best – nothing.
From the room to the kitchen… Energy? I could write about it: Dead. Sad. Painfully. Weepy from having so much nothing.
When Jure asked them what they would like, the answer he received was such that it would break even the strongest: Everything is ok, we don’t need anything… our child eats at school.
Gratitude for feeding a child is huge. The fear if they ask anything about their home, so that the child loses what he gets – is even greater. Frighteningly awful.
I know that some of you show all these pictures to children in Croatia. How can our children believe in this – when I, grown up and experienced, seeing with my own eyes – do not believe.
