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| User: | eyeswideshut__ (5195957) La femme ne sait pas separer l’âme du corps
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| Name: | The sacrament is you | |||||
| Location: | Kitchener, Ontario, Canada | |||||
| Birthdate: | 10-03 | |||||
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| Bio: | One generation passeth and another generation cometh, but the earth endureth forever. Born in Bosnia, grew up in Germany. Enveloped with a love for words, an attachment to heritage, relentless desire to travel, and a sense to seek out something beyond the given... With a burning breeze on my skin I picture myself sitting in the place I was born. I watch the twists and turns of the miniature rivers, flowing between the alleys and through my feet. In my mind I repeat my cradle lullabies and sieve through the archetypes embedded within my soul. What lullabies did my ancestors have? My memories are buried here, and yet I have never consciously stood on that ground. Strangely enough I still am able to feel the ashes fill my lungs, the remnants of the stone buildings which once stood in place before the war. I have walked there with my grandmother when her arms were the only shelter. Our mark has been made, and our breath is still a part of the surrounding. With every step the new generation takes, our footprints are ceasing. But the aroma of the warm, fresh baked bread is the same that we were once exposed to. Pastries and wine, Mediterranean delicacies unheard of in the rest of the world. Sleep always came easy, the holy sound of the evening prayer coming from the old shrines surrounding our house. And I wake up and surrender myself to the elements of a nation forgotten, but one soon to be realized; I run through the market and open my hands and laugh at my childish mistake, for the pigeons have grown so accustomed to my laughter that the mere illusion of millet in my hand has them flying towards me... The cracked walls of the cities tell a story deeper than we know. Gardens of lilacs, vines of rosemary and the roasting of a lamb; those are the scents that are within my memory and a welcoming return home. As you walk in the doors you cannot help yourself but recognize the elaborate patterns of the Persian rugs, the way they have been combed to perfection, and suspended in artistic flair from the walls beside the old kerosene heater. The seating area gives off the comfortable aroma of grinded coffee-beans, made into the nation’s entertaining beverage. My grandfather inhales the toasted contents of his pipe and at the same time my mother reminiscences about her own childhood. Throughout the seasons the fragrances slightly changed, but the familiarity would never pass. A whiff of lily bouquets and sugar cubes gave way to the tang of cut-up orange slices and the consistency of baklava. When we met in the streets I would run towards the dandelions, and the snowbells, realizing how time had passed since I last saw them and I would separate them on the cobble in front of my feet. Cross-legged I would coil the blossoms tightly together and pull one stem through the end of another. Slowly a crown would come into existence and my mother would come and tell her daughter it was time to sleep. Sometimes we retired into the living room and I would lay on my mother’s feet while she sang to me the tunes of this forgotten land. I’d sneak twin-cherries from the bowl on the ground and put them around my ears and pretend I was a princess with the most gorgeous earrings, a father's little mouse. What a pain to crave a land that is in ruins. I share something in common with the beggar on the ground, with the merchant of the sea, the new-born children splashing in the Adriatic. How do I fuel this connection when my oils are not unlimited, no matter how close I live from the borderline? My land behind the sea, in the valley of green hills and mountains, slates of grey and smog rising from the sun, the factories content, and the soil moist with the tears of past generations. When we die and people we knew are left behind, we become mythologies. Even the people, who never knew us at all, hear the stories and the tales of the ancestry of the land. They feel the strife of the dead, the souls who never expanded their understanding of their own roots. I crave this resignation and at the same time hate the possibility of it. | |||||
| Memories:: | 7 entries | |||||
| Interests: | 99: acoustic, angels, arabic, art history, arthurian legend, asia, astrology, bach, back to the future, balasevic, berlin, bijelo dugme, billiards, bosanski, calligraphy, cemetaries, classical latin, cleopatra, compassion, control, conversation, cooking, cryptography, desire, deviance, dictionaries, diversity, english, etymology, europe, fantasy, final fantasy, folklore, foxtrot, frankfurt, french, german, god, goethe, grammar, göttingen, history, humanity, humility, idioms, immanuel kant, interlingua, j.r.r. tolkien, japan, jargon, jazz, language, latin, laughter, learning, linguistics, martyrdom, maynard ferguson, meditation, monasticism, mother of god, mozart, musicals, mysticism, mythology, münchen, nostradamus, occultism, paradigms, philosophy, prophecy, reading, religion, running, saints, schubert, science fiction, spain, spanish, st. anthony, star trek, symbols, tea, the dead, the earth, the night, the past, the sea, the soul, trains, translation, travel, vivaldi, voltaire, water, weight lifting, wine, writing, zenica | |||||
| Schools: | Doon Public School - Kitchener, ON, Canada Lutherschule - Göttingen, Niedersachsen, Germany Max-Planck-Gymnasium - Göttingen, Niedersachsen, Germany Pioneer Park Public School - Kitchener, ON, Canada St. Mary's High School - Kitchener, ON, Canada (2002 - 2006) University of Waterloo - Waterloo, ON, Canada (2006 - present) | |||||
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| Account type: | Basic Account | |||||
