Tuesday, January 12, 2010

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time in which everyone takes to summarize the past year for me is the moment at which stubbornly try to forget everyone, even the smallest detail related to it. Curiously, even memories of joyful moments, active and groundbreaking, which took place at that time is painful. I do not understand why. Posttraumatyczny Syndrome? Contrary to appearances, 2009ty was my breakthrough year. I made a list of things past, which I tried and which I took last year. Frankly, the former of the cholera. Threw me on the deep water and I would stay afloat with the ever jumped higher waterfalls. I am not yet ready to make it public, even in this - blogging form.
It's probably time to face it and admit from myself, that that year does not deserve to be forgotten. I am proud of the man who was born thanks to him. In fact, each of the years of our lives do not differ greatly among themselves. These breakthrough, though often rough storm the walls and force them to change. Change, of which this is apparently afraid. And this is our greatest allies.

This was not a bad time .... hard .. sometimes very painful, but would not give him anything. And when ever .. get rid of feelings of shame that accompanied me so persistently, and who returns with each memory, oznamiÄ™ the world that it was a good year.
Photo taken in Vienna.

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