PLEASURE coffee & records
Galway is Irish city inlet of Atlantic. City full of shimmering colours, heavy rain, sincere tolerance, culs-de-sacs, flowing to the heart songs, and loud cry of gulls. My no perfect city with some spaces, which make really antidepressant effects. One of them is:
PLEASURE coffee and vinyls records.
Many years ago, when I was a student I use to go by hitch-hiking especially for holiday. The idea came from the localisation of my university which was situated very close to the road to Gdańsk, which is the city by the sea in Poland. Every day we could see the signpost from the city bus on the way to the university. One day me and my two my friends just decided to go to the sea by hitch-hiking and so the adventure began.
Today, I don’t do hitch-hiking anymore, however the situations repeated to me that somebody just stop even in the city and want to take me by car. They are people, who I don’t know, but they so often make my day, because they are simple friendly.
So I would like to dedicated this article to them: Ian, Olive, woman from Zlotniki, and many others.
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“All our dreams can come true, if we have a courage to pursue them”
Ana makes traditional Venezuelan empanadas at Galawy Fresh Market, each Saturday. In addition to delicious food, she always gives sunny smile to the people. First time I met her two years ago, when my sister and my niece visited me. We were contented that we found terrific food on the street, also GLUTEN FREE.
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Beautiful card from Montenegro arrived to me recently. It was surprise from my friend Lilka. It made me happy, from first glance when day was full of grey clouds in Galway.
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“We fall when our life stop to be a daily surprise”
To my granny Agnieska
One month ago when I was in Sibiu, in Romania many time I had discovered something, which reminded me my childhood. I was wondering how it is possible in the city and country where I am first time.
The fresh market situated in Lower Town gave me the answer: AUTHENTICITY
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My blog is called Blue Tram, because I imagine that I travel by ordinary public transport, exactly by trams through my life. I meet various people, I have diverse situations, and views outside the window. Recently blue tram or be precise the grey train from Galway let me down to Blogger Bash in Athlone.
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The value of things is not the time they last but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people
Fernando Pessoa
“Transience” – this is the project of impressionist photography with poetry and music. It is an idea by Daniel Munteanu, Romanian artist from Sibiu.
I had a chance to seen his exhibition and also the short movies of visual poems at the Bruckenthal Museum of Contemporary Art in Sibiu, during International Theatre Festival.
This ART is about fleeting moments, which appeared in our life and disappear so quickly but they left vital light inside us.
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“I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams.”
W.B. Yeats
There is charming bookshop in Sibiu – HUMANITAS.
It is a very local place but also international. You can find there thousands of books, even in the sinks in the bathroom. People come here to take a moment for themselves, to read a book , to write something, to dream, or have a chat with somebody, who sits at the next table, and have a really good coffee.
In the basment, which has brick walls and arches is a sizeable space for coffee shop among bookshelves.
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I search myself
like the seed that
searches in the flower
Ana Blandiana – The Middle on the Way
Last two weeks in Sibiu, Romania I spoke with so many people from various countries: Romania, Japan, Nederlands, Bulgaria, Serbia, China, Iran, Poland, France, Spain, UK.
There were individual conversations and meetings with passion, feelings, with different expirence and troubles. Our expectations were infiltrating in one point – Sibiu International Theatre Festival.
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When I see you I am pierced
by light thrusting through me
from the poem of Lucian Blaga – Romanian poet
Sibiu, the city in the heart of Transylvania delights me with the details every day. When I walk on the cobbled streets, the roofs look at me, because they have eyes.
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blue tram 