Frida Kahlo Retrospektive, Berlin

I've already lost my hopes of seeing this outstanding exhibition, when one of my old friends, Tereza, told me we should organize a trip to Berlin to see it! Well, so we did and upon finding ourselves in front of the said gallery, our jaws dropped. There were hundreds and hundreds of people queuing all the way from the entrance and it was still only about eleven in the morning! It was an incredible sight, as the exhibition has been on for about three months by now and the interest of the visitors is still so high!

It was an adventure, waiting in that queue. There was a guy running around with a trolley full of snacks, people dressed in a way that it was clear how great admirers of Frida they were. Many of these people came from abroad and even more were mexican! Sightseeing buses were gearing by the museum and the guides were shouting "Rechts sehen sie das Museum mit der Frida Kahlo Ausstellung!", whereupon all the tourists were taking photos crazily. I had no idea the exhibition was such a hit of 2010!

I must not forget to mention the young man in a red T-shirt, who was walking amongst the people, sorting out booklets with a Dalí-exhibition, which was also taking place in Berlin. No one really cared and it was almost funny. I wish Frida had a chance to see all this!

The exhibition itself, after about 6 hours of waiting, was a marvel. Two halls were filled with photographs from Frida's life and another 8 with her drawings and paintings, and also some personal objects, including the gips corset she wore and painted on, while she was ill. Simply incredible. Although this experience took us almost the whole day, I am happy we've done it, not everyone can say they've seen so many original works of the great Frida Kahlo! :)

El viaje horrible

Esta vez en español :)

Les voy a contar brevemente cómo fue mi estancia en Viena y sobre todo, mi regreso a los abuelos (mi primero y último).

Siempre que me pida mi tía que le cuide a su perro cuando esté de viaje me alegro, porque simplemente amo estar en su casa hermosa que tiene un gran jardín y una piscina. Pippo, su perro, es un animal tranquilo salvo si está cerca de un "colega" suyo. Ahí se vuelve loco. Por eso yo no lo puedo tomar a pasear, como es de estatura grande y tiene muchísima fuerza.

Bueno así me pasé unos tres días y después, ayer, tuve que planear mi viaje de vuelta. Decidí que voy con tren, con un transbordo en Györ, Hungría. Todo iba perfectamente, hasta hubieron Españoles en el mismo coche que yo :) Después llegó el momento de transbordo. Lo hice todo sin problemas y esperaba que saliera el tren, pero esto no pasó. Y no pasó ni después de media hora, una hora, dos horas... Mi celular tenía la batería casi agotada que me puso aún más nerviosa. Después de unos diez intentos por fin llegué a hablar con mis abuelos que me prometieron esperarme en la estación final. Me dijeron que iban a Gyor para buscarme como nadie sabía cuando pudiera salir el tren. ¡Cómo lo sentí! Los dos viejitos conduciendo tantos kilómetros (a las diez de la noche, aproposito) sólo por mí.

Sin embargo, todos sabíamos que no había otra posibilidad, porque una noche pasada en la estación de trenes de Gyor, con todos los tipos raros y borrachos no es nada para una chica sola. No esperaba ni cinco minutos y uno de ellos me enfrentó, extendió su mano sucia hacia mi cara y dijo: ¿Adónde vas, niña? Y yo con mi maleta pesada de repente no sabía qué hacer, donde esconderme hasta que lleguen.

Les tomaba una hora y fue la hora más larga de mi vida. Nunca me alegré tanto de verlos como ayer casi a las once cuando me encontraron media muerta, por ausencia de bancos sentada en la escalera. Todo lo que puedo decir por ahora de esta experiencia es que la próxima vez preferiré caminar a casa en vez de ir con tren.

Termperatures that suck and a passionate wish of being near water.

Although it may sound quite typical during a hot summer like this, it is very rare for me to speak out such words. Yeah, how funny. As a child, I used to love water, whether it was summer or winter, I remember that it was always a struggle to get me dry. Nowadays I feed it to my liver daily to keep myself alive and that's it.

Nevetheless, with 34 degrees out there and no swimming pool nearby (and a feminine problem to prevent in even more) I am getting quite desperate. Lucky everything will be better by tomorrow, as I'm gonna babysit my aunt's dog, which consists of simply being there, in her great house, near the swimming pool :)

Now I'm off to read some spanish magazines, as I have time for it (I so long to finally once hear that language from a native on their native place!!!). Here are some photos from this summer so far. Most of them are from Balaton, the Hungarian sea.

Esta mañana

This morning, looking at my shelf with phlegmatism and a dizzy glimpse, after a night spent dreaming with eyes wide open again, I see that it is far too overfilled. But why? School has ended, there are no textbooks, papers or materials that need to be there, only to catch dust and occupy the space.

Focusing on the shelf better, I recognized that it is not occupied with school-stuff. No, suddenly I saw myself holding a big part of my dark grey past; letters, notebooks, printed e-mails, photos...

Before my mind could have been conquisted by negative thoughts on the scars, engraved in my heart by the most cruel hands, I took a moment to realise that I have now absolutely no need to look back. I am now happy in my life, even happier I can be, knowing that the traitor is now being draped around by tight stripes of misery. But life has taught me not to take an advantage of the unhappiness of others. However much he made my love turn into borderless loath, I still wish God blessed him and allowed him to taste at least a fading shade of the wonderful life I am now having.

Thus this morrow, I locked my past away in a paperbox and gave it for recycling, along with all the negativism it was casting at me.

It is time to plan a wonderful summer!