So much hatred. I don't understand, and I don't want to.
Because for me, as I have mentioned so many times, it is always Now, or Never.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
the distance between imagination and reality
I was reading the articles from my old blogs this morning. There was this piece very interesting.
I'll translate it into English.
"Always wanted to write something about Vienna.
It is like the soul of the whole Europe.
Or maybe it is just the soul of the Europe in my imagination.
Met one of the rare sunny days.
The thick taste of the sweetness of the famous coffee and the cake.
The beauty left in between my teeth and my tongue kept my heart in Vienna.
It only takes 4 hours by train to go to Praha from Wien. The remains of the downfallen eastern Europe made me sad.
There's no need for the landmark to indicate that it was not in Austria anymore.
Maybe it was because of the impressions I got from the movies of Princess Sissi (1955) I watched in Senior high, Romy Schneider's beautiful face left me great romantic imaginations of Austria and her love life.
Until the moment when I was in schönbrunn and listened to one piece of descriptions of the dairy from Sissi herself about her marriage with King Franz.
"What did a 15-year old child know, only took such a vow, then was sold for a whole life."
But when Franz heard of the news that Sissi was assassinated, he was silent. Then he told his close officer who worked for him, "You really don't know how much I love this woman."
So to say, it is very different from the imagination to the reality of life."
This piece was written when I finished my trip in Germany, Austria and Czech alone last year.
Now I am still touched.
The imagination and the reality is so different that it is always hard to keep the balance and handle the moment when the truth is revealed.
Beautiful Princess Sissi (from the internet)
I'll translate it into English.
"Always wanted to write something about Vienna.
It is like the soul of the whole Europe.
Or maybe it is just the soul of the Europe in my imagination.
Met one of the rare sunny days.
The thick taste of the sweetness of the famous coffee and the cake.
The beauty left in between my teeth and my tongue kept my heart in Vienna.
It only takes 4 hours by train to go to Praha from Wien. The remains of the downfallen eastern Europe made me sad.
There's no need for the landmark to indicate that it was not in Austria anymore.
Maybe it was because of the impressions I got from the movies of Princess Sissi (1955) I watched in Senior high, Romy Schneider's beautiful face left me great romantic imaginations of Austria and her love life.
Until the moment when I was in schönbrunn and listened to one piece of descriptions of the dairy from Sissi herself about her marriage with King Franz.
"What did a 15-year old child know, only took such a vow, then was sold for a whole life."
But when Franz heard of the news that Sissi was assassinated, he was silent. Then he told his close officer who worked for him, "You really don't know how much I love this woman."
So to say, it is very different from the imagination to the reality of life."
This piece was written when I finished my trip in Germany, Austria and Czech alone last year.
Now I am still touched.
The imagination and the reality is so different that it is always hard to keep the balance and handle the moment when the truth is revealed.
Beautiful Princess Sissi (from the internet)
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