Motherhood is a Fiction

Originally written for another blog in 2016.

2016 has just begun.

The weather when I was in Prague for first days of 2016 (January 3rd-5th, 2016) was pretty harsh, especially for Southeast Asians. It was the coldness that bites fingers and drove 5 Southeast Asian packs pale and hurted.

There were no traces of warmth in the pretty Prague, no signs of sweet white winter either.

Some birds perhaps feel unsettled and flew madly in the sides of grandeur Charles Bridge–the first touristic spot that we visited–some birds just nestled in the orange roofs of buildings along the river of Vltava, tucking in their head to their neck and breast.

The gray sky added the gloom in between my travelling mate, a bit of swearing and anger, ofcourse, appeared. Especially because some of us wanted to walk slower and enjoy the sight, but some of us just don’t care about it anymore. It was minus 16 degrees!

Charles Bridge was a pretty long bridge with 17th century baroque statues of religious figures and Jesus Christ himself. I saw some people touching the relief and statues and it makes some part of the bridge stays gold like the old days, they said it brings good luck and will bring people back to Prague. Although the shiny dog relief is the wrong relief to touch if you believe in such thing.

One of my friend, Michelle, did it too. It was kind of cute seeing her touching and rubbing it, even though she did not know what it was for. She put some kind of hope on unknown things, that is such a brave move on on life, I think.

Even though the first day in Prague was pretty hell for my nerves in the fingers, it kind of made me see life as it is. Life with no sunshine, but a glimmer of life and hope. Life that took a different course: some flies, some stays.

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Dresden, 2016

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other places, other lives, other souls.” – Anais Nin