“I had no choice” - if you hear these words, then you know that the person is lying to you. There is always a choice. Lack of choice is the biggest human delusion.
I hear these words so often that I wanted to write about it.
You know that I left my country for political reasons, I had the choice to stay. I could put up with the politics of the state. There is a choice even now - I can go back. But I chose a different path.
Every day I decide how I will spend it. Every day I decide what mood I'm going to be in today. I decide what to eat today. I decide how to react to certain situations. Only I decide whether I will complain about life or whether I will smile despite the difficulties.
If a person says that he had no choice - this is a lie, because this is the simplest thing that can be done. Just interesting that this is also a choice. When a person says, I can't do it because I have…. (many reasons) - this is also a choice!
If you have made your choice, then enjoy it. You always reap the fruits you sow. There is always a choice.
Yes, sometimes it's not easy for you to do it. Yes, it will force you out of your comfort zone. Yes, it's not always pleasant. Everything has its price. The only question is how much are you willing to pay? What are you willing to sacrifice and what choices are you willing to accept.
Can you trust strangers? I've done this a lot more often in the past. As we age, we become tougher and remember negative experiences very well. Maybe because we begin to feel the pain very acutely from our own unfulfilled expectations. We demand too much from other people and lose our childlike skill to forgive quickly and easily.
Sometimes I want to remind a person: «hey, look at yourself!» God has rewarded you with all the best. You have legs that allow you to run wherever you want, skateboard, bike, car, walk in the park. You have eyes that allow you to look at the sunset, the mountains and the waves. You can taste ice cream, the taste of your favorite food. You have a sense of smell, you can smell the body of your loved one or a delicious cake.
Look in the mirror, look into your eyes. They are so beautiful, the light of your soul shines through them, they burn.
Ah, if people understood and did not forget about this and appreciated the beauty gently presented to them by the creator, they would not be sad for so much time of their lives and would not miss the opportunity to live.
We often see the imperfection of this world, pain and disappointment. But every minute be grateful to this world for who you are. Be grateful for what you have and for what you yourself have acquired throughout your life.
Just remember that you might not have all this. Everything could be much worse. Realize that you already have everything you need. You can smile, you can hear, see and walk. You can feel this world, feel the wind, see the sun and feel it with your body. It is most important. What else do you need?
Are you all right. Your eyes are the right color. Your nose is just right. Your body is what it should be. If you are worried about being overweight or thin, not having an athletic enough body, this does not mean that something is wrong with you, it means that you devote little time, care and love to this.
Just be grateful. Sometimes your mood can change and you can be sad and that's okay. But never forget how rich you are.
I want to tell you that you are cool, you will definitely succeed, believe in yourself ❤️
1. in the third photo is the same trailer that my grandpa and dad brought to the site, walking many years ago.
2. in the photo number 4,5,6 you can see the rooms inside. Guess where is my room? 😅Everything there is very old and rustic, everything is done with own hands from improvised means :).
3. in photo 7 you can see a small birch grove, here I spent a lot of time walking between the trees. It looks very big to me in сhildhood, when I came here now, it was a small piece of land with a couple of trees. 🙈 The most amazing thing is that these trees remember the events that took place 20 years ago. I will die, but they will here. This thought alone is intriguing.
4. This photo shows a swamp. When, I was little, I loved frogs very much, I came to this swamp every day and collected them in a jar. I am sorry that no one in my сhildhood explained to me that it was not to do this. Animals are not toys, they should be at their home. I can only observe without disturbing the balance and without depriving anyone of life. 💚 Please explain this to your children and not only to сhildren, to yourself and to people around you 💚
5. on the last photo is the entrance to the dacha territory. The sign is located near the wagon. Since cars rarely drive here, I spent a lot of time on this road playing with sand. All my сhildhood I was alone, but I was never sad. I always invented adventures for myself. I rode my bike on this road and observed nature. I really enjoyed it. I could spend whole days touching the sand, lying in the grass and looking at the clouds, ride my bike and looking around.
A little later I want to show you a photo and tell you a story about books that happened to me in my сhildhood. First I need to write it in English 😋
Story about how I lived in a trailer… Guys support me with your likes, comments and tips ❤️
I don’t remember how old I was when my dad and grandpa were walking near the village and found an overturned train. They came up with the idea to take one car of this train, put it on the site and live in it. Therefore, from a certain age, I went to the village to my grandma and lived in a train car 😅 Sounds strange, right?
My grandpa renovated it, made it so that it was warm there. Inside, the zones were divided into sleeping places. There is a small kitchen, dining room and closet. In the summer, the grandpa and grandma took out chairs, a table, pulled up a canopy, and we sat down to dine 🥰
The house that I showed you in the previous post was left to my grandmother from her great-grandma (if I'm not mistaken). Since it was customary to give birth to many сhildren in wartime, my great-great-grandmother had many сhildren. And so this little house was left for all the сhildren, it was crowded there when all the families came in the summer.
So my grandpa always wanted something of his own. Therefore, our trailer now stands opposite this common house. It is only ours and our family.
Across the road we go to the common house if we need something. There is also a sauna on the common territory, we can also use it. In general, I remember that we all lived together. Our doors were always open and we could come in at any moment.
How warm it is to write this text💔 I didn't manage to take a picture of the inside of the house, sorry. Surely there are a lot of my сhildren's things there. And the stove where I made the base. There are so many memories that my heart keeps so carefully ❤️
In the next post I will tell you a lot more interesting things, so don’t miss my stories and be sure to support me with your likes, comments and tips. I will try for you 🥰
It's summer, 2000. I am 5 years old. We sit on the porch with my grandmа and listen to the noise of the engine of the car in which dad is supposed to arrive. He will come from the city and bring a lot of sweets. I lower my head down, a frog sits next to me. - Grandmа, look what a beautiful frog, she is not like the others. Why is she yellow with light green? – Valeriуa, please don’t touch her with your hands, maybe she is poisonous.
I watch how the frog sits nearby, its body shimmers in the sun, I hear the sounds of birds, I raise my head up, the tops of the trees rustle and play with the rays of the sun. I look up for a long time. I'm thinking about something. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an approaching car in the distance.
I jump up from the porch, run to the road shouting: “Dad has arrived, grandmа, we run to mеet” I run barefoot through the soft moss, run out onto the sandy road and see my dad's car. I wave my hands to him and jump happily. The car stopped, dad came out with a big bag of sweets for me. I run into the house, go up the stairs to the stove. My little headquarters is on the stove, it's warm and cozy there. My white bear named Persil is lying. I open the package and take out and eat my favorite chocolate bar with nuts and caramel.
Then we sit down to dinner. Grandma made my favorite vegetable salad. Vegetables are fresh, their own, from the garden.
Now I am 27. It's been 22 years...I came here by myself, by car, drove 140 km. The house is empty, there is no one here. I'm sitting on the same porch, the sun is shining. I lift my head up, the tops of the trees play with the rays of the sun. I look up for a long time. I'm thinking of something...
Hi guys! 😘 I am back in Belarus. It would seem that I just got out of there, I experienced such stress then in February. Unfortunately I had to go here again. This time everything is much easier with the documents, because I got a residence permit in Poland and now I can safely go wherever I want, but I went here for health reasons.
In February, when I was in the Emirates, my leg started to hurt, in the knee area. I didn’t hit or fall anywhere, I didn’t injure my leg anywhere, it started just like that. The pain was very strong. At first, I could not bend and unbend my leg, I also had pain when walking.
When I returned from the Emirates, I made an appointment with a traumatologist, but my leg suddenly stopped hurting. I canceled the recording and decided it was just a sprain or bruise.
Then, when I returned to Poland, my leg began to hurt again. I constantly experienced discomfort when walking and bending/extension of the leg. In Finland, when I walked around the city for a long time, the pain intensified.
Since in Poland all examinations take a very long time and a lot of money I decided to go to my hometown to be examined by a doctor I knew. Tomorrow I'll go to the reception and find out everything.
At the same time, I checked my heart, because lately I often feel tingling in this area. But my cardiogram is good. The doctor said that most likely my pain is due to neurology. I think that it is, because recently I found a gray hair on my head😱
Now I am very worried about the w@r, because it is also becoming unsafe in Poland. I go to a psychologist to reduce my anxiety a little. Because I don't know where to run in case of w@r. I'm so tired of these moves and it gives me a lot of stress. But we'll talk about that in the next post. I will try to tell you about my feelings about this 😌
Hi guys!😘 I will continue my story about the homeless.
Yesterday I bought him clothes in second hand: boots, jacket, sweater, socks, briefs, wet wipes and T-shirt. I found an organization on the Internet that helps the homeless. There people could get medical care, sleep, take a shower.
Yesterday I took a whole package to a homeless person, talked to him a little, asked him his name, if he needed food and water, he refused. Then he upset me by asking me for money for an overnight stay. I said that I would not give him money, and I could take him to hostel and pay for him. He also refused.😕 I was shocked, because if I were homeless, I would be glad of any help and gratefully accepted it.
In the evening, when I returned home,I saw that he had not changed into clean clothes. And this morning my bag of clothes was gone. He sat in the same dirty clothes. I don't understand why this is happening? WTF??? I was so upset 😞 This is one of the reasons why I help animals and not people. Because animals always gratefully accept your help and need it. That man needed money, not clean clothes and food. I was deceived again.
Perhaps he is used to living like this and does not want to change anything, he is satisfied with such a life and it is very sad. Anyway, I tried…
This is not the first time that my help to a person ends like this. Once I saw a homeless man who had a sign “for food” in his hands, I didn’t have cash with me and I bought him pancakes and juice. When I gave him the food, he looked at me and said, “Why do I need this? I need money". I asked why he then stands with a sign in his hands and asks for money for food, he could not answer me anything. Obviously he wanted to buy alcohol and was trying to scam me.
Hi guys!😘 I returned from a trip and immediately began to deal with moving to a new apartment.
For two days I painted the walls and did the cleaning, I was so tired that I didn’t even have the strength to go online. I went to bed like a log at 10 pm. But I'm almost done and will soon be able to show you my new apartment, are you interested? :)
By the way, in my new area where I live, I found a man who always sits near the store in a wheelchair, he is very dirty and looks like he has no home.
When I pass by I feel very sad, so I decided to buy him some food. As I got closer, I realized that he did not smell of alcohol, most likely he was just homeless. I felt so sorry for him. He thanked me so much for the food I brought him. 🥺
Today I approached him again and asked if he needed any help. His eyes look very bad, they are festering and all red and inflamed. I offered to buy him medicine, but he refused. He asked me for shoes and a jacket. I promised that I would find everything he needed. I was walking on the way home and burst into tears. My heart breaks from such things. I feel so sorry for him.
I decided to find help centers for the homeless and help him get there. There he will be able to wash, eat, spend the night and receive medical care. I want to talk to him tonight. I really hope that he will accept this help from me. Tomorrow I'll go to a second-hand shop to get some clothes for him.
I know that it is not customary to share good deeds, you need to do it quietly. But I want to share this with people so that everyone can see that helping others is not difficult. You need to be able to see a person in a person.
I have already told you that many people have treated me badly because of my kindness and naivety, but I will not stop helping people and animals that need it.
I believe that no matter what you do, it always comes back double. It doesn't matter if it's good or evil. Every action we take has consequences. I believe in the boomerang law. 🪃 And you?
Yesterday, on the advice of a psychologist, I decided to reboot. I immediately bought a plane ticket and tomorrow morning I'm going on a trip! 🥳
The advantages of living in Europe is the ability to travel or fly somewhere cheaply. I decided that I really needed a trip to get distracted, inspired, relaxed and remind myself that life goes on and we need to appreciate what we have for now.
During covid I missed traveling so much, it's impossible to even tell you. I used to travel a lot. Lithuania is not far from my country where I lived (3 hours by bus), I traveled to Vilnius and cheap low-cost flights to Europe flew from there. I always find cheap travel options. If you are interested, I can tell you how I do it. Give me feedback so I know you need this information.
For example, my trip to Budapest for 2 days, with accommodation and all expenses there, with tickets from home and back, cost me $130 🤭 Now I'm flying to Finland, then to Estonia and Riga. This trip cost me $113. If you are interested, I will tell you more how to save and travel 😌
❤️🔥 And don't forget to check your private messages, there's a little surprise from me 😈
And follow my stories on instagram @valeriya.sg I will try to share photos from my favorite camera and try to show Finland with my own eyes 🥰
❗️And of course, if you want to support me, then any tip is welcome, I will be very grateful, and I can explore more places. Or maybe someone wants to treat me to an online dinner 😊
I sit in a room full of things, look around and sadness rolls over again. I don't want to leave this apartment. 🥺 But today I want to chat a little on a different topic. Yesterday, a psychologist gave me a task to ask people what three words they could describe me. A lot of people wrote that I am kind.
I myself consider myself kind. But I don't quite perceive this quality in a good way. My kindness and naivete often hurt me. I would like to develop tougher feelings in myself.
Recently I was deceived by a one person. I communicated with him as I communicate with everyone, although you know that I often have little time for communication. I try to respond to everyone who writes to me and communicate with many people in parallel. I try to pay attention to everyone.
Here is one such person who wrote to me about my paintings, he bought a small work, said that he wanted to support me and my art. Soon strange things began to happen, I will omit the details, since this is a long story. He ended up commissioning several pieces from me, which I kept for him for days, maybe weeks. Throughout our communication, there were incomprehensible conflicts in which a person tried to blame me, said that he was helping me, but I was not grateful and did not appreciate his care. Although I did not understand at all what bad and insulting I did.
Although in fact, to be honest, all he did for me was buy one small painting, and the rest of the time he led me by the nose and played for time. I didn't see anything he promised me. Empty promises. But because of my kindness and naivety, I believed this man, was kind to him and attentive.
After another conflict, he again accused me of ingratitude. I was so upset that my patience snapped and I stopped communicating with him. When I looked at this situation from the outside, it really looked like deception and manipulation. Just why I don't understand. I was very upset by this, that I again believed in human kindness, but I was deceived. Why is this happening?
Even after this situation, I know that I will always be open to the world and people and continue to believe that there are many more good and honest people. But I want to wish myself to become more strict, rational and careful! ❤️
Hi guys 😘 As usual, I have a lot of things going on, but there is absolutely no time to tell you about it.
Let me start off by saying that I may have finally found an apartment that I can move into on May 1st! 🥳
It is very difficult for me to tell you in English the whole story related to this apartment, so that you would understand the whole absurdity of my situation. But I'll tell you in a nutshell. The woman who wants to rent an apartment to me – very strange. For about two weeks, I tried to find out from her the cost of rent. She couldn't spend 1 minute of her time texting me or answering my phone. Now I have been trying for a month to get a meeting with her so that we would sign a rental agreement. Yesterday a miracle happened and she wrote to me herself. There are some points in this apartment that are tedious to fix. For example, repair the washing machine and shower. If it is so difficult to contact her, then can you imagine what kind of problems are waiting for me to solve this issue?
But ok, the apartment issue is probably settled. Minus one headache.
Right now, I started going to a psychologist, because my emotional state because of the wаr leaves much to be desired. I am very worried and am in terrible fear that the wаr might start here in Poland. It seems to be, I understand that this is not possible, but on the other hand, the situation is not very stable, people are in a panic, and so am I. Therefore, in order to control myself a little, I decided to turn to a psychologist.
I try to discipline my day. I make time for myself, to work, to read the news, to relax, to find a place to live, to do housework, to paint. This helps to keep the situation under control, or at least gives this feeling.
How are you doing? How do you deal with anxiety? What helps you?
Not a little important fact about me - I like to walk in cemeteries. When I travel, I always try to visit local cemeteries. Firstly, some of them are very beautiful, with insanely beautiful sculptures, crypts and architectural elements. Secondly, visiting the cemetery is not only aesthetic, but also spiritual.
Many people are very surprised when they find out about this, and I am surprised in return.
According to Plato's ideas about dеath, the world is divided into ideas and things. Ideas are eternal and never change. We can know them only with the help of reason. And things are just shadows of ideas, they are accessible to sensory knowledge. We must strive to go beyond things in order to get closer to the truth.
It is the thoughts about death and the realization that everything, of course, makes me go beyond the material world. It helps me understand what is really important to me. It gives me a sense of the value of life.
So far, one of the most beautiful cemeteries I have seen is the Kirepesi cemetery in Budapest (Hungary). If you ever find yourself there, I advise you to visit. There are very old graves and crypts from the 1700s. Statues entwined with green ivy add entourage.
In Poland (Warsaw) I like the Powązkowski cemetery. Most of my photographs of sculptures are taken there.
I also like to visit the graves of famous people. It gives me a sense of touching history. Once I was at the grave of the German philosopher Friedrich Hegel, the Russian poet Sergei Yesenin, some actors, musicians and politicians.
Hi guys! Recently I had a small but important day. I talked about it on Instagram. April 10 was exactly 9 years since I did not eat meat.
Since you are my VIP subscribers 😅, of course, here I share more frank and detailed stories from my life. Today I will tell you about this important part of my life.
I'll start by saying that I'm from Belarus, where veganism is not very popular. In cafes or in some restaurants you can find vegan positions, but very rarely. From plant food in the store, you can find milk, a few yogurts, and sometimes soy meat. The choice is not very large.
There are specialized shops, but it is not always possible to go there, and besides, the prices are quite high. When I lived in Belarus, I tried to give up meat several times, but then I broke down. This was due to lack of awareness and limited products in my city.
We always choose between comfortable and uncomfortable in life. It is always convenient to buy something available in the store and cook quickly. It is convenient to eat a sandwich, but it is not convenient to make a salad. Convenient to drink cola, but not convenient to make smoothies
After all, it takes a lot of time, and we are always somewhere in a hurry. And we live our lives like we're immortal. As if we still have a lot of time ahead of us to do sports, eat right, travel, do what we have always dreamed of.
So one day I was faced with a choice. I love animals and don't want to eat them. Why do we love cats and dogs, but do not like pigs, cows, chickens, rabbits. These are living beings and I have no right to take their lives for my own benefit, if I can safely do without it. So I decided to try again.
Yes, it was not convenient, but as I said above, we always face a choice, and everyone makes his own. And in the future, each choice has its own result.
The result of giving up meat was my emotional state. I stopped feeling guilty every time I ate a piece of meat. I realized that at the moment I did everything in my power to help the animals. Yes, I will not change this terrible attitude of people towards animals, but at least I have nothing to do with it. I don't support it financially and don't use it for food 💚🌱
For me it was a revelation. I knew and heard that there are stricter rules than for example in the Christian culture, but I did not think that such things exist now. in the 21st century.
This is not clear to me, because I will never be able to understand why people decide who gets an education, who rides public transport, and who does not. Why do people deprive other people of the right to choose?
I will never be able to understand it. I understand the dress code. The female body has always been and will always be an object of desire, and such rules were invented in order to protect women and so on. But I will never be able to understand the gender division in a restaurant or in a home. Lack of access to health care and education. The inability to soak up the sun, expose your face to it and feel this warmth, feel the air with your skin, watch how the rays of the sun penetrate your skin through clear, salty water.
I don’t understand how you can deprive a person of studying books, history, information, science. With all this, men are allowed to do this. It's even a little sad. It's like living, but only half. It's like clipping a bird's wings. Every person has the right to live and contemplate this greatness of nature, to know all the beautiful things: music, art, creativity. But it is so sad to realize that many are deprived of this, simply because one day, someone came up with these rules.
Just imagine how many talented women the world could see if not for these rules? How many smart, beautiful, intelligent people may live next to us, but they cannot prove themselves because of the rules. Perhaps that woman on the beach could become a scientist and come up with a cure for oncology, or become a writer and give new works to the world. Or maybe she's just a good person who could help animals or people. But she can't, because her fate is already decided before her birth :(
It was women that aroused my interest, because I know that in Muslim countries women have fewer rights. Men are allowed many things. I know that many of you are aware of this, but I did not know this information.
For example, I was shocked that gender segregation prevails in Arab countries. For example, in McDonald's there is a division into zones, in one the men eat, in the other women. The house is divided into the same zones. One part of the house belongs to the man, the other to the woman. And each of them has no right to enter each other's territory.
In Saudi Arabia, women are not eligible for health insurance or medical care, nor are they allowed to use public transportation or drive a car. And if her clothes are not made of dense fabric, then she can be punished for this. Punishment in the form of several lashes. Also, for example, in Saudi Arabia, women do not have the right to receive an education. In essence, women in Islam give birth to children and look after the house.
Every woman, if she is not married, has her own personal mahram. This is a man who accompanies her everywhere, without him she has no right to go out. Again, this is not the case everywhere.
❗️And please, I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings or offend the culture. I'm just sharing what I've learned, my experience and feelings. Maybe somewhere I'm wrong. I learned this information from podcasts and audiobooks
There are also many legal benefits. In this regard, women's rights are very protected. For example, a husband is obligated to provide for his wife and сhild even in the event of a divorce. Since it is forbidden for women to work, it is obligatory.
For example, in Russia a woman with a сhild is considered a burden. Not every man agrees to be with a woman who has a сhild. In Muslim countries, the opposite is true. This is considered a noble deed. But this is not always the case. In addition, the world is already becoming more modern. But in some parts of the world, such rules still exist to this day.
I tell you a little about my trip to the Emirates. Emirates is my 18th country that I have visited in my life. First of all, we went to the Emirate, which is called Fujairah. It is a city different from Dubai. I did not see tall buildings, beautiful houses or the life that we usually imagine when we talk about the United Arab Emirates. It's basically like an Arab ghetto. Very dirty, sometimes we passed dilapidated houses where it looked like people were living in poverty 😔
Our hotel was quite far from the city, there was nothing around except the hotel itself, the sea and mountains of stone and sand in the back. Fujairah will suit you if you want to take a break from the hustle and bustle. Just relax on the beach, watch the sunset, take your time. In addition, holidays in Fujairah are much cheaper than in Dubai. Beautiful nature, not far from the desert, not high mountains.
Since I don’t like such “seal” rest 😄, I couldn’t sit still. We went to explore the area around. We went outside the hotel to a nearby beach. It is wilder, no one swims there. A lot of local people who come to relax with their families rest on the shore. We also went there. And here began the point at which I began to analyze Muslim culture.
It all started with the fact that I began to feel very strong views on myself. Before that, I had little knowledge of Muslim culture. But I knew that outside the hotel area, I had to be dressed. My shoulders and stomach should be covered despite the heat. Short shorts are not allowed. I was in knee-length shorts, a t-shirt with covered shoulders, but my tattoos attracted a lot of attention. Some cars even stopped to look at me. I felt very uncomfortable. I knew that they should not look into their eyes, that you should not talk to Muslim women, take pictures of them (although I really wanted to take a couple of shots of a Muslim woman on the sea, her clothes fluttered so beautifully in the wind, and I tried to look at her less, because I understood that it is forbidden, but it was really very beautiful).
All this affected me so much. That when I came to the room, I immediately began to look for podcasts and watch videos about Muslim women.
Those who have been here with me for a long time can remember how much I love my apartment in which I live now. I found it on the second day I arrived in Poland a year ago.
It is located on the outskirts, in a quiet place, from my window there is a beautiful panoramic view of the whole of Warsaw (I will attach photos for you). I can also see beautiful sunsets from my window.
My apartment is small, bright and very comfortable. I'm so sad to leave here. I have been trying for 2.5 weeks to find a new home and so far there are no results. It is very important for me that the apartment is cozy and bright, since I spend a lot of time at home working and the space around me plays a huge role.
Now I sit in my room, close my eyes and remember the moments spent here. I felt so good here, so calm. I felt at home. I will associate this apartment with the rays of the sun at sunset, which made their way through my window while I was painting. My apartment — is a books by Viktor Pelevin and Sergei Dovlatov (my favorite authors). Smell of flowers. My apartment is breakfast with oatmeal and coffee with coconut milk. These are cozy evenings on the balcony in a blanket under the pink sunset sky. I will miss you so much.
Here I could immerse myself in the moment here and now and live it to the fullest, when I painted. I liked to turn on the music in my headphones and dance, and there were no curtains on my windows, because there was no one in front, only the lights of the city and skyscrapers. I loved going out in the morning for coffee and walking in the park near my house. I treated this apartment so carefully, I always kept it clean and tidy. Everything was here, what I needed.
I gratefully release it and say thank you for this great opportunity to live here the most beautiful cozy and homely year of my life 🙏🏽💔
When I returned to Poland, I immediately received a notification that I received the residence permit that I had been waiting for so long 🥲
I returned home and took a deep breath. I thought that now it would be a little easier, because I have documents, I can travel freely. I no longer need a million documents and papers. I can transfer my accounts to European ones. This is was important, because I have a Belаrusiаn passport, and all my accounts have been blocked due to sаnсtions.
But … Someone thought I wasn't nervous enough lately.
Parallel to all this, I constantly read the news and try to help my friends from Belаrus find an apartment. Now in Poland, due to the large number of refugees, finding an apartment is simply not realistic. Demand exceeds supply. Many do not rent housing to foreigners. It doesn't matter if you are from Uкrаinе or Bеlаrus. Landlords are insured. Since the refugees are now undocumented and unemployed, and there may be problems with payment. Plus my friends have a dog 🙂👍🏻
This is how it goes every day. All my accounts are blocked, I'm always nervous because of the news, at the same time I'm looking for an apartment for friends, I call ads. I need to speak Polish, it's difficult. It seems that my head is about to explode, there is chaos inside, a feeling that I have no control over anything in my life. The feeling that you can no longer plan your life even for a day. Feeling of emptiness and uncertainty. Fear. Stress. But this is not the end.
My landlord called me and asked me to move out. Because he sells housing and leaves with his family to another country. Now I need to find an apartment for myself. + 1 problem…
Hello 😘 After a trip to the Emirates, I returned to Belarus. I needed to give my passport for a visa. The next day, these events began, which are now taking place. I was shocked, everyone was shocked.
People began to apply for humanitarian visas, such visas are considered in the first place. My visa was of a different plan, so the consideration period could have shifted. The status of my visa did not change on the site and I became a little nervous.
All the days I was not in the mood. I read some news and could not let go of the phone. All people seemed to be riveted to the news. I didn’t want to work, I didn’t want to eat, I couldn’t sleep either.
Just at that time, my mom came to me in Belarus, I had not seen her for two years. She distracted me a little. But most of the time I lay in bed, getting up only to use the tоilet and sometimes eat something, because my head started to hurt.
In parallel, there were rumors on the Internet that the borders could be closed at any moment. I was already in a similar situation when I left for Poland a year ago. In my country, due to the p0litical crisis, they abruptly closed the borders of land transport + tightened the rules for leaving. So this whole situation made me even more nervous.
😱 OMG! A week later I received an SMS that my passport was ready. I took bus tickets that evening. I managed to get the last one. (Yes, exactly by bus, because the air service is canceled. 2022, fuck 🥲). I took my passport, packed my suitcase, and went to Poland…
Hi guys!😘 I don't even know where to start. So much has happened during this time while I was blocked. I'm sorry I didn't reply to your messages, I just couldn't because I didn't have access to my page.
Today I received a residence permit in Poland 🥳so I can change my region of the OF to Polish instead of Belarusian and was able to restore access. I'll tell you everything in order.
In the meantime, I'll be preparing stories for you, I also want to inform you that today my new set “DEMURE” for @suicidegirls has finally been released.🥰 This set is very important to me because I filmed it myself. Due to the inability to leave the country, I could not do this with a photographer, and all my sets that were in the queue had already ended. Therefore, I have to solve the problem at the moment. I remembered that I have my favorite camera and made this set. I really hope for your support. Therefore, if you are on the SG website, then be sure to watch the whole set. And if you are not a member of SG yet, then be sure to join us ❤️⤵️
God bless instagram, because kind subscribers sent me a VPN that works in the Emirates so that I can go here. (Yes, sites such as onlyfans,suicidegirls, Netflix and much more are blocked in the Emirates)
During my absence, a lot has happened. I don't even know where to start. The trip turned out to be very spontaneous, I myself did not expect that I would get here.
This trip is a gift from my friend. I did not agree for a long time, because I was not used to accepting such expensive gifts, but she was able to persuade me, since she planned to go here, but the person who was supposed to keep her company did not succeed. So I agreed.
I have never been attracted to the United Arab Emirates and I thought that this country would be on the list of the last countries I would visit. I love nature more, I like such places with history or as close to nature as possible.
But I would like to share with you my impressions of the trip and the Emirates in general. Therefore, I will prepare a post for you. If you are interested please support me with a like, a post or a tip. Dubai is an expensive pleasure, so I will be glad if someone treats me to a virtual dinner 😅
By the way, if you are interested, you can see my photos from the Emirates on my instagram (valeriya.sg) I am sure you will like it very much. I show this country with my own eyes 🤍
Hi guys 😘 Let's continue our journey through my house. Scroll through the photos and read the caption.
1. The first photo shows a piece of the living room. My grandfather was very fond of China and collected Chinese vases and figurines, sabers and knives. My great-grandmother (his mother) lived in China when the war started. I think his love for Chinese art came from there. Our whole living room is made in Chinese style. Even the wallpaper used to be with Chinese houses. Huge fans hang on one of the walls, which also depict Chinese scenes. He treasured these things very much.
2. In the second photo you see a suitcase that I also inherited from my grandfather. There I keep things dear to my heart. This is my personal diary. Photos of our family. I have photographs from 1912. I keep it as a memory. There are a lot of letters that guys 😅 wrote to me in my teens. Postcards from friends and just expensive little things. In the upper right corner you can see a white, round box. Do you know what is stored there? Ahahaha you never know. My milk teeth. My mom used to collect them for some reason. This is strange. But now they are there :)
3. The third and fourth photo is my favorite place in my room, my desk and my little library. There would be many more books, but sometimes I used an e-book. Above the table hangs a map where I marked my travels. I drew at this table, and just loved spending time there. He stands near the window, so often I just looked out the window and smoked. Yes, I smoked right in the room, because my grandparents also smoked and the whole apartment always smelled of tobacco. My great-grandmother lived in this room and she died here. Sometimes, at night, I could smell her. I was terrified. I never felt safe in this room. However, I have spent most of my life here. Many events took place here that will forever remain in my memory.
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