Monday, January 12, 2015


"Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . ." (Fox to Little Prince, Saint-ExupĂ©ry)

People say the first three months are the hardest. And here I am still missing Eindhoven very much. On Saturday, I bought mint plant in the open market to my house. I thought it would be nice to be able to drink mint tea with honey again. But then I remembered you and our community garden, an escape space every time I fed up with writing, a sanctuary. I missed our simple talk without any digital device.

I think I miss simplicity. Using digital device for working and a small amount of television not for the life itself. And here I am in a place where people gather in one physical space but with disconnected minds.

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