25.4.2024 It has been a long time of no writing. Finally in Croatia!

प्रकाशित: 25.04.2024


I had too much to do with the institutions surrounding my child and was so stressed that I had no peace to write. It was quite a challenge to notice how my system was flooded with panic and I couldn't control it. It was just too much. It also feels like it has been raining almost non-stop for 5 days. Everything is so wet again and again, my shoes and my rain jacket are no longer waterproof and so I spend a lot of time on the bus when it rains and read.

I'm really looking forward to the retreat that starts this afternoon and I hope that there will be some kind of heating in the rooms. Since I left Slovenia (it was snowing quite a bit then, by the way, so I was in a hurry to get out of the mountains...) it's been between 4 and 8 degrees, most of the time anyway. It's constantly cold and wet, which I don't find a pleasant combination. But I've heard that it's the same in Berlin.

But back to Hungary.

I was really impressed by the length of the place names there. The town entrance signs for all the small villages were all at least 1m long and were called Hegyhatszentjakab or Felsöjanosfa, or Masonmagyarovar or Egyhazasradoc. I left out all the accents and special strokes in the spelling because I don't know how to use them with the keyboard...

I have now arrived in Croatia. It is an incredibly green country, perhaps the greenest I have ever experienced because it is not densely populated and I find the people to be friendly and helpful, even if most of them do not speak English. In Istria, however, many speak at least a little Italian due to the geographical proximity to Italy. My Spanish at least helps a little there.

Here too, there are few towns and many villages. Nice and safe atmosphere and somehow funny too. In the Croatian language, almost all vowels have been removed and I have no idea how anything is pronounced here, except for good morning, thank you and goodbye, which is very similar to Polish and so I can remember it well 😉

The first place I went to was the island of Krk. The island is called otok, by the way. There are two vowels in that... and in Hvala (thank you) too.

There are camping prohibited signs everywhere, which also refer to campers, and there are also camping prohibited signs at the parking lots by the sea. But since the season doesn't start until June, the parking lots are empty and nobody cares. Especially not in this awful weather. The police, who usually patrol in the summer and look for wild campers, are absent. And the parking ticket machines are all covered up, except in the town of Krk on Otok Krk. Perhaps because it's a tourist magnet.

I was on the island for a few days, exploring the areas in the south, north and east of the island by bike, but mostly on foot. And then I traveled through the mainland in Istria. I was in the Ucka National Park, but when it started snowing there as I was climbing the mountain, I turned around and drove down to the coast to get back to the plus temperature range. It's warm enough in the bus at night, so far I've managed without my Stoov electric blanket, except for the last few nights. I needed it then. 4 degrees is not warm, that's the temperature of my fridge, so I left that out. It was cold enough in the bus anyway...

I spent this night right outside the village next to a small chapel where I will be hiding for the next 10 days. I have reached the destination of my journey and am looking forward to a warm shower, comfort, good food (gluten-free too!), nice people from everywhere (I'm really curious to see if there's anyone there that I know!) and above all to dance, movement, meditation and inner work with Alain and Sarah. I'm looking forward to seeing them too. It's been 5 years since I saw them and did the annual group with Alain in Spain. Awaken my soul. I couldn't put better what I so urgently need right now!

Over the last few days I started reading Stephane Allix's book The Man I once was and I'm almost halfway through. It's very exciting to read his story and to deal with the Second World War in this way. What is initially unimaginable for him - that he has access to a previous life - is a completely normal part of my life for me. Over the last 10 years I have repeatedly had moments in which images and experiences from past lives have appeared. Sometimes as answers to questions that I had when I couldn't find an answer to my highly emotional experiences on certain topics in this life, but sometimes also unasked, because the situation I found myself in in the here and now opened the door to other dimensions in which I then relived sequences and experiences (including from the Second World War) while I was in this life at the same time. And the experience from the Second World War in particular was very unpleasant. I was scared to death for three weeks and it took a while until I got my bearings in the other dimension, where I actually was and what it was all about. But that's another story...

So... and since there is now a break in the rain, even though the sky is grey and overcast, I'm going for a walk. Even if I have to leave the cozy heated carpet that warms my bottom and legs so that I can sit on the floor at the open side door of my Sprinter and write without freezing to death. Only my hands are cold because they have to type and have no contact with the heat.

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