Hello, my dear strangers!
We’ve entered December, possibly my favourite month of the year. But, before we get lost in New Year’s Eve vertigo, the mad dash to get everybody presents and the general joy that accompanies this magical month, it’s time to cast one final glance over our shoulders at November, a month with lots of potential that frequently gets overshadowed by its more popular neighbour. For me, November means chestnuts, leaf decorations, the smell of roast hazelnuts, warm food, warm clothes, merciless winds, good books and Celtic music. Yes, I do love December, but I feel infinite tenderness towards November and that late autumn vibe it carries. So, here are my favourite pics of the month. Enjoy. 🙂
A park. A quiet, solitary oasis in the middle of the city. Headphones in my ears, a warm shawl around my neck, a playful puppy that kept following me around… The only missing ingredient was suddenly bumping into the love of my love. Otherwise, a true movie moment.
My brother recently performed at a music festival inspired by the Beatles. The closing act was, as you might imagine, The Beatles tribute band. For someone who’s never experienced their concert (and, sadly, never will), all that’s left are tribute bands, keeping the memory alive and thriving. For a moment there, I felt like I’d entered the 60s through some mad time portal. Needless to say, it was amazing. These guys really nailed it.
I won’t go into much detail regarding this photo, since I plan on writing a full post on my experiences with refugees coming through Europe. I’ll just tell you that this photo was taken during one of our Survival English classes where I volunteer as a teacher.
I’ve recently discovered rice paper and am so glad I did! I’ve officially become hooked on rice rolls recipes from all over Asia. I’ve been experimenting a lot with different recipes, but this little culinary masterpiece is one of my own creations and I’m so proud of it. In case you want to try it, here’s the list of ingredients I’ve used: leeks, apples, iceberg salad, spinach, quinoa and roast sesame and pumpkin seeds. Delish!
My dad has bought a new car earlier this month and we went to pick it up together. En route, we happened upon this delightful scene, straight out of a Disney movie. So charming, so cute, I was left speechless.
I did mention autumn decorations, didn’t I? Every year, my brother and I go collecting fallen leaves and chestnuts. After thoroughly washing them up, we proceed to make animal figurines or some abstract shapes. This year, however, I simply couldn’t find the time, so we just spread them across our woven fruit basket. I’m still content with the way things turned out.
Again, I won’t waste too many words, since I plan on writing a separate post on the refugee situation in my city, but I couldn’t help posting this picture now. It’s but a small insight into the daily routine of thousands of refugees travelling through Europe, the various hardships they face along the way and the small gestures of kindness and support we should all spare to help them rebuild their lives.
Their secret conversation suddenly stopped as I approached them. They turned towards me, four pairs of piercing eyes drilling a hole in my skull. I picked up the pace and quickly disappeared. Mafia. Definitely a mafia. These little bastards are going to destroy us one day. I’ve been telling that to people all my life, but they never believe me. Wake up, people! Wake up, before it’s too late and we all vanish beneath their iron paws! The end is near! Just kidding. 🙂 I like the little monsters.
No such thing as the holiday season without some consumerism. Sadly, the two always seem to come in a package. Luckily, this package is simply too cute to resist.
I call this photo “The Power of Music”. This is my brother with his friend. Both autistic. Both quiet and a bit withdrawn in their own worlds I so desperately want to peek inside of, yet know I never will. However, once the music comes on, they’re divas. They step out of their worlds and show us what makes them so special. My brother’s happiness is so palpable in this picture, I can’t help but cry. Even though we live under the same roof, I miss my brother sometimes. I miss the illusion of what our relationship would have been like, had he been born a regular baby. Autism is powerful. It separates us, but it also unites us. All the tears and the regrets and the what if’s aside, when I look at this photograph, all I feel is infinite hope and gratitude for having a brother. Nothing could ever replace his smile.
Well, there you have it, my dear strangers! I hope you enjoyed this collage of my November. 🙂