A postcard from... Florence, Italy

Found in my mail box on Monday =D

100 reasons to snail mail #1

FRIENDSHIP

Our hobby of penpalling is often considered by people as something weird, out of this world, impractical and above all a waste of time. A hobby doesn’t need to be useful of course but penpalling is much more than just a hobby and I can find hundreds of advantages of snail mail!

The first and the most important one is friendship. Many people think that it’s impossible to be friends with someone living hundreds, maybe even thousands of kilometers away who you have never met. Probably every snail mailer experienced a skeptical look when telling about a friend in some other country or city with whom they only have contact through letters. People think it’s not a real friend, just some person somewhere you know. Nothing serious. But friendship this way is possible and it’s actually a big part of penpalling. Writing letters is something very personal. It’s almost impossible to write only about trivial things. Letters are like discussions, they only take place on paper. You share good and bad moments of life, sometimes some things are easier to put on paper than say aloud and therefore I’d risk the statement that the friendship is born even faster than in a “normal” way. And it can last for many many years.

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A Night's Breath

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A postcard from... Salta, Argentina

There was no mail for me this week, only or as much as this postcard. I love the view. It's from Salta, a region in North West of Argentina. My penpal went there for a week and thought of me:) I love when my friends travel :D

A dream

Yesterday I felt bad and fell asleep during a day. I had a long and bizarre dream that still makes me laugh and wonder what all that was about. I am especially amazed because I very rarely have any dreams and now so much happened in one. I was walking barefoot, met Obama, been on a meeting about pregnancy tests, two unknown people told me they hate me, I had gay talk with religious fanatics in a train, an old lady told me that if a homeless woman comes to me in Paris, I should let her in, a lady from my work told me to go to pee, I went to men toilet where I tried to read some Russian signs on the door. All in one dream.