Don't go away! I'm back!

The second semester has come, reminding me not only the need to learn, but also determining the resumption of the blog. So here I am.

I spent the holidays with my family, that is: parents and younger brothers, because when you live in another city, strengthening mutual bonds is a fundamental issue, especially for siblings who watch and follow the example. We all went to Wroclaw with the hope that a slight change of space would help boys notice things other than computer or TV screens. As usual, I played the role of a tourist guide. I must admit that the weather was fine and we had a good time.

I don't think anything special has happened the very last week that would draw my attention very much. I get to know new teachers, new subjects, I return to regular study and my (recently clean) room was again covered with a pile of papers, folders, books…

The kindest thing that happened to me last week was a spontaneous conversation with my friend from Spain, Irene. We usually write some short messages from time to time, summarizing how the things are going. This time we were able to spend a really good moment talking. We used this wonderful invention, which is videochat. I was very encouraged – it’s not always easy to keep in touch, especially if it is a case of friendship at a distance.

A lot of people give up contact when it becomes difficult, abstract, when you can't hug someone or shake hands, eat lunch or go on a trip together. When physical presence ceases to be possible, people give up, they simply don’t want to make an effort. I constantly admire people who are able to maintain relationships despite this inconvenience. Perhaps this is how we learn the most about the other person, about his/her laziness or willingness to put his/her own comfort aside as the distance between us increases.

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