Hi there 👋🏽 The only good news is that I finally passed my theory exam at a driving school 🥳 The funny thing is that I did it on my 41st try. All I have to do is pass the practical exam and then take the state exams. I really hope that in 2024 I will get a driver's license. Now I drive using my Belarusian driver's license.
Now for some news about my emotional state. I still feel very bad and depressed. I can’t and don’t want to do almost anything 😔 I turned to a psychiatrist for help, and I really hope that the pills will help me level out my emotional background a little.
Due to my depressed state, I almost didn’t work for about two months. This worries me very much. Therefore, guys, if you want to support me, then you can always help me and purchase my paintings. I'll be very grateful. Scroll through the photos to the side, I will attach a few small works, maybe you will like something 🙏🏽❤️
I also have large works that you can see on my Instagram (@_lysergicc) or write to me and I will send you photos.
I will be very grateful for the support of my little business now ❤️ You can also tell your friends about me, share my paintings on your Instagram story, so that more people will know about me and perhaps want to purchase my artworks.
Honestly, I don’t really know what to write about. I'm in such a "dull" state right now. I don’t want to do anything... I have a lot of thoughts, but it’s difficult to express them. I decided to go to a psychologist, because I can’t quite cope on my own. Sometimes I still feel anxious and sad.
I don’t draw at all, I don’t go to training. The desire for life is completely absеnt. I constantly conduct dialogues with myself, in my head, and try to understand what is happening and how to get out of it. I feel as disgusting and depressеd as possible. I don't know how long this will last.
Today I forcеd myself to work a little, made a small project for a future painting. And I even found the strеngth to finish painting one small piece of work that had been unfinished for a very long time. I also forcеd myself to walk down the street a little, but I was overcome by anxiety again. And now it’s already three in the morning, I’m writing this text and I can’t sleep from insomnia.
On Wednesday evening I left the house to take a walk around the city. I turned on music in my headphones and tried to distract the thoughts in my head. It turned out really bad for me, to be honest. Anxiety was creeping in more and more. To my questions: Well, look around, you are yоung, beautiful, you are in a cool city, great weather, you are wearing shorts and the whole world belongs to you. Why you Can't be happy, you, bag of weak-willed feces??? I can not. It’s not possible to get distracted at all. Even music makes me anxious. I really want to cry from hopelessness. What is happening to me? I can't cope anymore. And at this moment I decide that I need help. I find a psychiatrist on the Internet and schedule a session.
When I called a psychiatrist, I could not tell what was happening to me. Thoughts rushed through my head very chaotically. To be honest, this text is also difficult for me. It seems to me that no one is interested in reading all this. Then why am I doing this 🥺
Now I’m sitting on the street, writing this text, waiting for a session with a psychiatrist. I'm trying to help myself as best I can. I want everything to be fine again...
The pain accumulated somewhere behind the right eye and at the end of the day it turned into a real migraine, so that I wanted to freeze in complete immobility. So that she would think that I am not here and leave. I wanted to bang my head against the wall until my skull cracked to the source of my suffering in order to get it out.
I decided that completely destroying myself wouldn't be so bad compared to how I felt.
My morning started with a bottle of wine. Then my friend gave me some dr**s. I knew that mixing with alcohol was a bad idea, but I just wanted to escape reality. Then I smoked weed about 5 more times. And I went to the park.
I just sat mindlessly and looked at the treetops. There is frantic anxiety and fear inside.
About an hour later, I went to the bar to drink more beer. I took two sips and had a terrible panic attack. My hands became cold and numb. I felt a tingling sensation in my fingertips, and my heart was beating so fast that I thought I was going to die. I was very scared. There wasn't enough air.
I lived fear so vividly, with every cell of my body. Then I calmed down, and after a couple of minutes a new wave covered me. This time I experienced the pain, just as vividly. Then I calmed down again, and a couple of minutes later the story repeated itself. I experienced guilt, then hatred, loneliness and despair. I don’t know how many hours this went on, in the end I was just tired. I lay on the bed and just waited for it all to end. I spent 2 days in this state. Feeling of constant, permanent anxiety in the abdominal area. How tired I am... Every day becomes unbearable... I'm just destroying myself
Well, since I’m here and writing all this to you, a couple of days ago I released a new set. Support it please, maybe something will come of it… 🙏🏽❤️
Wow, I haven't felt this bad in a long time. To be honest, I don’t even know what to write to you. There's just emptiness inside. Constant anxiety and nothing more. I force myself to do some small tasks during the day. For all the time I painted only one painting . By the way, it is available for purchase. If someone wants to support me, you know what to do. I will be grateful. I have many small paintings that you can purchase and support me.
I'll tell you a little about this painting . I wanted to do something like a self- portrait. It turned out like this. My eye, and I cry along with the painting . While I was drawing, I also cried. It was very symbolic. I draw tears from my eye in the painting and real tears flow from my eyes. Eyes are the mirror of the soul. My soul is now broken... I just can’t express in words how bad I feel right now...
I'm sitting on the train… I'm going to the mountains. This is another reason why I love Poland, because at any time you can take a bus and go to the mountains or to the sea. A couple of hours and you're there.
It was a very spontaneous decision. Yesterday I walked down the street and could hardly drag my feet. I felt so bad and depressed, I didn’t sleep a wink all night. There are the same questions in my head, endlessly repeating and eating me up from the inside. Permanent feeling of anxiety. You know, that feeling when you have butterflies in your stomach. When you go to take an exam or before an important event, you experience this feeling in your stomach. So these butterflies have not left me for three days now. I hurt all my fingers from anxiety.
And so I’m walking down the street and in my head I’m literally screaming “universe, give me a sign.” Literally a couple of minutes on the Internet I see a picture that says “In the mountains you can find answers to all questions.” It was as if a small electric shock had pierced my chest. I realized that this was probably the sign I asked for. And now I’m already dragging my body to the station. Hooray! The train ticket is also at a discount, great! And here I am sitting on the train. I don't know what answers I should find, but I really hope that it will become easier for me…
It's been 7 months since my last depressive episode.
I usually feel this way, and for the past month I have felt that this moment would soon come.
There is no way to prepare for it.
Depression hits me with such force that one day I wake up and suddenly lose interest and pleasure in everything. I have unbearable difficulty in functioning on a daily basis. I don't even have the strength to take a shower. I'm not interested in my family or friends. I feel only despair and emptiness. I'm afraid for my future and don't see any point in it. I avoid contact with anyone. If I eat, it's always something unhealthy, burgers, pizza, bread, sometimes I even drink alcоhol and dr*gs. Periods of depression are always very destructive for me. This is a heavy and oppressive feeling that mainly affects my freedom, it’s like being in a closed place and not being able to get out of it, although your heart really wants to, but something in your mind gives you the feeling that it’s too difficult and you have I don’t have the strength for this.
I feel a sense of paranoia, anxiety, with no rational explanation to calm me down. Sleep disturbances, deep loneliness and the feeling that I have no chance of a normal life set in.
Today I feel better, so I can write this text. I even went to my first driving lesson at a driving school. Last week I said I was sick. Because I understood that getting behind the wheel now would be very difficult.
I don't know how long this period will last. I never know. But I really hope that I will be back to normal soon.
There have been many worries in recent days. I spend endless time studying, learning driving tests and trying to get used to the Polish language. This Saturday and Sunday I will have the last theory classes and then practice. I spend a lot of time developing my instagram where I draw. Now I'm not having a very good period, so I try to treat it like a WORK. I Doing something every day to help my instagram get out of this abyss of stupid algorithms.
Yesterday I went to the forest with my friends, I helped to shoot a video for YouTube to my friend. At some point I was offered a pill 💊🦠 I thought why not?
I can't remember when I've been hanging out lately. I am constantly busy with some kind of worries, studying, drawing, training. I almost never let myself rest. I'm so tired that I decided now is exactly the time I want it. And how cool it was.
I was sitting in the middle of the forest, on a tree. I breathed the forest air, the sunset light enveloped everything around, the birds sang. I turned on the sounds of the bowl (hang) and just breathed deeply. I felt such lightness, emptiness and silence inside of me. It was pleasant, not intimidating. I just thought of nothing but the forest, my breath and the music. For the first time in a long time, I just relaxed, I wasn’t in a hurry, I was just here and now.
Yes, It's sad that I achieved it in this way, but maybe I needed it to understand how tired I was. My last day off was in Georgia, in June 🥲 I went away for a week to shoot, but I considered it a vacation.
In general, it was great. Then I went to the guys and we sat in the middle of the forest on a blanket and talked. I so needed it. Here is such a simple day, without thinking about work and my routine. I just exhaled.
But today I bear the consequences of my party. All my cheeks and tongue are bitten, I can't eat. My jaw hurts beyond words. The head is torn into thousands of small fragments. As I get older, I understand that parties are more difficult to bear.
I'll share some photos of yesterday with you 🤍 How are you?
Hello my friends! My life is a continuous roller coaster.
I'll start my story with the fact that last week a film appeared on the net about the protests in my country where I come from.
Let me remind you for those who may not be in the know and subscribed to me not long ago: I am from Belarus in 2021, I had to emigrate to Poland for obvious reasons. I think that all of you follow the news in the world and know about the events in Belarus in 2020. So, I left and started life anew, in a foreign country. Starting from scratch is always hard. It is especially difficult to be an emigrant when you realize that you are not expected anywhere and no one needs you.
Well ... I am grateful to fate that I am safe and I had the strength and opportunity to leave.
Last week, a film about the events of 2020 appeared on the network. A wave of indignation of people who remained in Belarus for some reason swept through the Internet. They are worried about their safety, because this film shows the faces of thousands of Belarusians who participated in the protests...
Three years have passed, but the authorities are still "hunting" for people who do not agree with the state. I will not go into details, if you are interested we can always talk about it in private messages. A few days later, the video was removed from access, but unfortunately it was downloaded by the authorities involved in “catching” people who disagree with the state. Blinded by happiness from such a “catch”, they proudly declared that they would identify all people on the video and initiate criminal cases. And of course, I got on the video about 4 times…
I do not know what awaits me at home now. My family stayed there and I'm afraid for them. I don't know when we can see each other next. I don't know when I will be able to see my mother and grandmother. I don't know what's waiting for me now. I'm just waiting. Every time I answer calls from my father with a tremor in my hands. I'm afraid to hear bad news on the other end of the line. I'm afraid to hear something about my grandmother or that I won't be able to come to my house anymore. At least until the government changes...
My last birthday that I celebrated was when I was 11 years old. My mom baked a cake and drew big 11s on it with whipped cream. I invited my friends over. They came with gifts and wished me a bunch of different wishes.
I've never felt comfortable accepting these wishes. As I got older I realized exactly what I was experiencing at that moment.
I did not understand why people say kind words on this particular day, but do not say them on other days. Why can't we just give a gift to a loved one on another day. It looked a little hypocritical, as if this is the day you HAVE to say these words, because it is customary.
From the age of 11, I stopped celebrating my birthday. And since then it has become the saddest day of my life. I was often alone, often crying, and so on. I did not tell anyone that this day is my birthday, so as not to attract attention to myself. I even began to congratulate my friends on other days, but as if on a birthday.
For many years this war lasted inside me. I have always dreamed of going to bed on the 22nd of July and waking up on the 24th. But then I got older and just let it go. I also still do not celebrate my birthday, but I take it easier.
This year my friends decided to surprise me and took me to a small farm to pet the reindeer. They know how much I love deer and dream of seeing them in the wild (yes, I am 28 years old and I have never seen a deer in the wild, only very far away). After that, we ate vegan sushi, and in the evening we went into the city and just talked a lot.
In principle, the day was not bad, but the feeling of a holiday has long been absent, probably it remained somewhere in childhood. And how do you spend your birthday? do you love this day? celebrating?
I didn't think about a birthday present for a long time, because I know what I want
You know how much I love taking photos in my travel, so I’m really want for a new lens for my camera. If you want to support and help me with this, I will be very grateful 🤍
you can also just support me just leave your likes and comments under my video 🤍
Do you believe in friendship between a man and a woman?
How to ruin a friendship? All my life I've been plagued by unhappiness in terms of friendship. All my friends (girls) stopped communicating after they found a partner. Girls in general, as my experience shows, do not know how to share friendship / relationships, etc. They seem to merge with their partner and spend 24/7 with him. In addition, girls are very often hypocritical and not sincere.
That's why it's always been easier for me to be friends with guys. But unfortunately this has a big disadvantage. All my guy buddies are starting to have feelings for me. And this makes me very upset.
I am the kind of person who can get very attached emotionally. I open my soul and spend a lot of time with a person, but I always treat them like a friend. And this can take several years.
It all ends exactly at the moment when the guy decides to confess his feelings to me. This breaks my heart. I immediately make it clear that I can’t give anything more to a person, and most often our communication stops. As I get older, I learn to let people go and take it as an experience. But when I was younger, I experienced it very much. And now it happened again.
I met a guy who is very interesting. We talked about art, shared experiences and opinions. We talked about books and philosophy. I see in him just a person with whom I am interested in communicating. We rarely saw each other, because we live in different cities. But on our last meeting, I realized that this guy shows signs of attention to me that are not like friendship. I did not perceive this person as a potential partner.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt sad. Because I wouldn't want to lose this person, but I have to do it before it gets worse. Have you had similar situations? How did you cope?
By the way, I got the test results. I don't have cancer, everything is fine. Now I feel a little better. The allergy is gone. Yesterday my kidneys ached a little, but I managed.
At first I got sick with cystitis. Which tormented me for 8 days. I can say that it was the longest relapse in my life. On the 8th day, when I felt better, literally after 2 hours I was overcome by an allergy. For the third day, it does not want to let me go.
During these days I have already taken so many pills that yesterday I caught an alarming state. but I still sat down to draw a little and finish the painting, which I have not been able to finish for about a month.
And today the unbearable heat has come to the city. This is my mood for these days ➡️ And how are you?
A few updates from my life. I went to see a doctor, got tested to get my cystitis treated. Unfortunately, none of the four drugs helped me. I still suffer from pain and constant trips to the toilet.
I also did an arallysis called cytology to rule out the possibility of cancer.
In all my life and during that period of my kidney disease, I have never had such a long relapse. Today is the 7th day when I constantly feel a cutting pain in the lower abdomen 24/7, I also have a feeling of a full bladder. I am very tired these days. This is the first time with me. I don’t want to think about anything, only that everything would pass quickly and I would feel better.
Now I am waiting for the results of my tests for signs of cancer and I hope that everything will be fine.
Support me with your kind words so that I can get a little distracted 🤍 I wish you a good day, take care of yourself and your health.
In general, I thought that I would write a new text with my stories and thoughts, but fucked up happen with my health… I don’t want to write anything ... I just want to die so that this pain ends ...
To be brief, I have chronic cystitis in an acute form of exacerbation. And now for the fifth day the pills do not help me. It is now two in the morning and I cannot sleep because of the wild pain and the constant feeling that I want to go to the toilet. It seems to me that a little more and my kidneys will fail. I try to get a little distracted and write just the whole stream of thoughts that comes to mind. Tomorrow morning I go to the doctor for a checkup.
Plus, I have allergies. I do not know what it is connected with.
But I feel terrible. I can't draw or do my usual things. For the 4th night in a row I have been suffering from insomnia. Because of this, I have a lot of anxiety and stress. I'm going crazy.
When I have stress, it is accompanied by convulsions. Therefore, as you understand, sometimes I catch cramps in the body. This is a killer cocktail.
Cystitis is a very disgusting disease. I don't want anyone to experience this...
Wherever I am, I always go out at night to look at the stars and check the sky for anything interesting. I always set alarms so as not to oversleep midnight when the starry sky is the brightest.
My friends won't let me lie, I'm crazy about it all.
I went outside, because on the Internet they promised a parade of planets. I did not see the parade of planets, because according to the star map it was just behind the mountain. Then I decided to leave the territory of the house where I stayed, went around the corner, and there ... the Milky Way 🤍
Well, you couldn't find a happier person. Nearly tore me apart 👽
It was boring in Tbilisi, so a firm decision was made to get to the Tusheti National Park, which, by the way, is another task to get to. If only because the way to Tusheti lies through the "road of death", one of the most dangerous roads in the world. 70 km of mountainous, narrow serpentine, located at a rather really height at an angle, without barriers and protections.
You can get there only from June to October, because the rest of the time the road is covered with snow and it is closed.
From transport only an SUV or a horse :) A distance of 70 km can be overcome in at least 5-6 hours in the mode of wild shaking over stones.
The road is really very scary , the entourage is added by crosses and monuments along the road, every 100 meters and wreckage of cars. But, by the way, many more people die on the Tbilisi-Batumi highway. Fear has big eyes , I think so.
The beauty and grandeur of pristine nature is what excites my soul so much, therefore now I'm sitting in a Mitsubishi Delica, with a Georgian which I see for the first time and generally have no idea where we are going.
But it's beautiful, damn it. It's worth it, definitely. I don't know why else to live 💔
On this day I had shootings for SG. The girls and I rented an apartment in the center of Tbilisi, and made our little „shootfest”
It was still about 3 hours before filming, so I decided to take a walk around the city.
It was very hot, I stopped under a bridge overlooking Tbilisi to take a smoke break and hide from the sun a bit. A man called from behind me. He spoke Russian. The man looked about 55-60 years old, he was very friendly, but extremely unpleasant to me, because he did not keep his distance.
I am a very squeamish person, I don’t like being touched by strangers. I always keep my distance when talking to a person, but this man came closer and closer to me. He spoke directly to my face, his saliva hit my cheek. 🥲 I was pierced by a current of disgust, but I tried to be polite.
He asked me if I like the city? Where I was from? how old I was, and so on. Then he began to say that he was a travel agent, and he want take me to see the city in his car for free. Naturally, I did not agree. I said that I had other plans, but he was extremely persistent.
I knew that Georgians can be very intrusive, overly sociable, etc., but I have always had a good opinion of them.
After 2 cigarettes smoked and 30 minutes in the sultry heat, I was already tired of listening to this man, I wanted to leave. My back was all wet from the heavy backpack I carried with me to the shoot. I wanted to spend my free time differently. But unfortunately, I have such problem: I am too polite and I am afraid to offend a person.
I began to hint that, my friends were waiting for me, but the man didn’t want to let me go, he began to touch my hands, saying that I had a strong aura and good energy. My politeness turned into irritation…
For about 10 more minutes I tried to get away from him, and he said: okay, go if you want to. I said goodbye and got up to leave, but he sharply pressed me to him, as if trying to hug, but he put one hand on my chest and began to touch me. I pushed him away in fright and saw how he held himself between his legs with his other hand. I walked away with a brisk step and in the wake he said to me: Bye bye.
God, how disgusting I felt in my soul. How I wanted to take a shower and remove all this dirt from myself. I was so lost. I found the calm place and took my wet wipes for “simulate a shower”. The sensations were terrible.
I understood only one thing. How hard it is to be a woman in this world. I know, many will think: “well, here she is photographed naked”, yes. But unfortunately, not everyone understands that this is work for me. I just take pictures and do content. In life, I am very modest, and I never behave provocatively. I always communicate with people very respectfully, observe subordination, respect the personal boundaries of other people. But to my great regret, there are a lot of such situations in the world when I see such an attitude towards women. I constantly catch the eyes of men. Some may yell something after me, some may whistle or something like that. 90% of people on the street burn me with their eyes because of my tattoos and sometimes there is no escape from these views. Being a woman means being afraid to return home in the evening, afraid to get into a taxi, afraid to trust men, afraid of being judged, and so on. Being a woman is really emotionally difficult. But I'm glad to be her. After all, a woman is always about tenderness, about care and love. A woman is something sensitive and beautiful. Like a flower. And how beautiful men are who realize this, protect us ❤️
While the memories of Georgia are still fresh in my memory, I will start with this. First, it was a complete disaster.
I have always had a good opinion about Georgia. Upon arrival, my opinion changed almost immediately.
I arrived at Kutaisi airport, but this was not the end point of my route. In Tbilisi, girls and a photographer were waiting for me. (I came to shoot for SG.) From Kutaisi to Tbilisi about 300 km, about 4 hours of travel. I bought a bus ticket, sat down and looked out the window with a blissful smile, looking forward to my Georgian weekend. I thought about how I would try real khachapuri, khinkali and drink Georgian wine.
My dreams were shattered almost immediately by dirt, poverty, hundreds of poor, emaciated homeless animals. Indifference in the eyes of people, mountains of garbage, plastic. All the rivers were in plastic bottles and the trees were in plastic bags. On the side of the road were abandoned and broken cars, a lot of abandoned buildings and scrap metal.
My heart was torn into a thousand small pieces. After all, the city always reflects the people who live there. Georgia was terribly dirty…. I literally closed my eyes, put on my headphones, because. Didn't want to see this...
I knew that when I arrived in the city, the situation would be much better, but this made it even worse. From the realization that there, outside the city, there are destinies on which no one gives a damn.
The rest of the way, I struggled to once again accept this injustice of the world. I was on the road from 3 am, and it was already around 7 pm. I didn't eat, I didn't drink, and I barely slept. I wanted to get to the hotel as soon as possible, sleep and hope that tomorrow would be better.
Hi guys! Let's take a break from my stories about travel in motorhome and I'll tell you a new good news 🥰
Now I'm in Georgia. I came here to make a lot of new content for you 🤍
Unfortunately, my stay in Georgia did not end well for me, but I will tell you about this a little later. This is a very sad story 😓 But now about the good.
We had a wonderful photo day today. Finally, we do a multiset for SG with @helga1 We come from the same country, but living in the same city, we could not make a multiset. Now @helga1 lives in Georgia, and I live in Poland. Life has scattered us to different parts of the world, and only now we met in Georgia and made a super hot set. You can see it on the site, but not soon, unfortunately.
But I have prepared exclusive backstage footage for you, no less hot. Available only for you. Check your private messages, you will like it ❤️
After walking around the city, I went to look for a place to spend the night. Just look what place I found. With a view of the waterfall, around the mountains and a large lake.
But I was little upset by the fact that it was already the 4th day of my trip, and I did not see the Alps, because the weather was very cloudy. I have always dreamed of coming to Switzerland and seeing the Alps. When I was a сhild, I watched commercials about Milka chocolate and these memories left an imprint in my head of beautiful Switzerland with mountains, green meadows and many cows. But I'm out of luck.
I cooked dinner, took out a bottle of martini that I brought from Poland and drаnk it while enjoying the silence and the sounds of nature. In the morning I was on my way to the Swiss city of Bern ❤️
Calmness, joy and something divine enveloped the shoulders with an invisible blanket. For a few seconds I experienced this wonderful feeling - I'm at home. Because I never had a home. All my life I have been constantly moving from place to place. Even as a сhild, I didn't feel it. My parents often kicked me out of the house, I wandered the streets and friends. I was lonely and sad, as sad as a сhild who is not loved.
Feel - That's what I came here for. I seem to have learned how to do it. As if half the time I began to think and analyze, the second - to live like a machine. As if before I was different: light, crazy and ... happy. Or maybe not?! The past is the most terrible trap, a swamp that draws you into the abyss with the illusion that it used to be better. The trick of the past is that it is the first to drag uncomfortable, bad moments into its abyss. And it seems to us that where we are no longer there, everything was perfect. I really needed answers.
MOTORHOME TRAVEL 🧳 (swipe for photos) I usually set my alarm for 7 am to wake up earlier, have breakfast, wash my face and continue on my journey. But not this morning.
I woke up to the deafening and piercing sound of the bells. The first thing I thought (I was very sleepy) was that I was being taken away by a tow truck. I got a little scared and opened the window. The first thing I saw was a huge number of crosses and graves. Can you imagine how scared I was? Ahahaha I was standing right in the cemetery!!! At night, I didn't even realize it, and it's for the best, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep 😅
I ran out of my motor home and saw that there was a small house near the cemetery, near which some woman was cleaning the tables on the summer terrace. I approached her, and in my terrible English I tried to explain to her that I was lost, I had no Internet and no connection. She kindly offered to use Wi-Fi for me to download offline maps. Thanks to this sweet woman, because there was no one in the area and she literally saved me from an anxiety disorder.
I downloaded an offline map of Switzerland and was able to move on. On the map, I found a wonderful lake in the mountains and decided to go there.
The ascent was very difficult, but very beautiful and passed through the forest, waterfalls and rocks. At the top, I found a small restaurant, drank hot tea, and rested a bit. Further on my way I met donkeys. Of course, I could not pass by and stroked them ❤️
Finally, I reached the lake, found a secluded place, ate the cherry that I took with me on the road and enjoyed the beautiful views. I did not much meditation to thank myself and everything around for where I am now. This is my little ritual that I always do when I am alone with nature.
Then I had to go to the city to find a SIM card, I had not been in touch for a day, I knew that my loved ones would be worried.
All day I was accompanied by the sounds of a bell and people in national costumes. I did not understand what was happening and Switzerland seemed to me a strange country 😂 Later, when I got to Zurich, the logical chain closed, I realized that May 18 was the day of the resurrection of the Virgin Mary and people went to church, which is why there were so many national dresses and bells.
All this is certainly great, but it meant that all over Switzerland was a day off and nothing was working. So I remained without communication for at least one more day. There was nothing I could do about it, so I went for a walk around the city.
MOTORHOME TRAVEL 🧳(swipe for photos) Munich turned out to be a very nice and pleasant city, so I can call the time spent there calm and without much adventure. After making a night stop in the Bavarian province, having dinner with my favorite soy cutlets and porridge, I went to bed. Tomorrow the road to Switzerland was waiting for me, where I had to spend about 3-4 days.
I arrived in Switzerland at about 8 pm, and almost immediately my roaming stopped working (but I realized this a little later 🫣) respectively, the navigator, the map stopped working, there was no connection and no understanding of where to go next. There were no shops around, gas stations and nothing that could help me. I just drove forward without much idea where it would take me, hoping that I would run into a gas station somewhere along the way.
At some point, I realized that the car was hard to drive, and my ears began to hurt, which means that I was going uphill. I was already very tired, so I decided to find the first place I could find where I could stop and spend the night, but there was only darkness around, deep night, narrow mountain serpentine roads, no streetlights and no internet.
After another 30-40 minutes, I arrived at a place that looked like a parking lot, I firmly decided to stop here, because there was no point in going further. I went out to look around, but I saw nothing but a frightening silence and the same boundless and frightening darkness.
Without strength, I went to bed, not even suspecting what was waiting for me next…
MOTORHOME TRAVEL 🧳 (swipe for photos) I'm here!!! Uhhh, I will continue my travel story and you will understand my absence. 🫣
I so wanted to wake up and make my favorite avocado toast for breakfast, make delicious coffee that tasted even better because it was made in a motor home and on a trip that I had dreamed of for two years.
I planned to have breakfast and go for a walk around Prague. But my mood quickly soured due to parking lots. For all my trip, I can confidently say that Prague was the most difficult city in terms of parking. The very narrow streets were a lot of stress considering the size of my caravan. Underground parking did not suit me (height). I've been looking for a place for so long and I'm wildly tired. Finally, leaving the car on the outskirts, I went to the center by tram.
I was already in Prague a couple of years ago, then I didn’t really like this city, to be more precise, I wasn’t impressed. But this time I looked at the city differently, maybe it's because I was intoxicated with the feeling of the upcoming adventures, or maybe I grew up a little during this time, and began to relate to many things differently. I don't know exactly what made me change my mind, but Prague was beautiful that day, despite the lack of parking. I walked a lot, drаnk coffee and thought about life.
The Czech Republic is the birthplace of Franz Kafka, whom I love and respect very much. Wandering through the streets of Prague, I remembered the novel "The Trial". I know that not everyone loves his work because Kafka is often associated with an absurd, surrealistically authentic schizophrenic. But sometimes, in order to understand the message of any work, it is necessary to look at the world through a prism similar to the perception of the author himself. I will not talk about the plot of the book, it is quite banal, but sometimes the most ordinary things give rise to reflection. The theme of soulless bureaucracy is very pronounced, and the theme of freedom, I think, is very relevant today. A little distracted :)
Another funny story that happened to me in Prague and just amazed me. I love film photography and I asked a girl (photographer!!!) to take a picture of me and you know what she did? She started taking a lot of shots, thinking it was a SLR camera. 🥲🥲🥲I stopped her just in time. I don't know how many shots she spent, but I was surprised. It turns out that there are people in the world who do not know what a film camera is, while doing photography professionally. Funny, is not it?
In general, after walking around Prague, I went on, the next stop was Munich.
At 8.50 in the morning I was already standing at the gate of a man who rents out motorhomes. I was looking forward to when I could load my things and hit the road. I had 14 days of adventure ahead of me.
The owner came and we started a little training on how to use the motor home. I think I didn't listen to him very carefully. I wanted to get on the road as soon as possible.
An hour later he gave me the keys and wished me a good road. “Finally,” I thought, grabbed my backpack and easel and got into the car.
The road was long. The end point of the route was mountain Mont Blanc, which borders France and Switzerland. First of all, I decided to stop in Prague and spend the night. I drove to the store, bought some groceries that I would need on the road, and drove onto the highway.
Around 12 midnight I arrived in Prague. using the parkfonite app, I found a great campsite on the banks of the city river. I was extremely tired, but I was so happy. My bed was on the second floor above the driver's seat, I changed into warm pajamas, wrapped myself in a blanket and fell asleep happily, as soon as I closed my eyes..
