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Dreams, Sharks, and the Mysterious White Ocean

You know, I dream. A lot. Possibly too much. I daydream with my eyes wide open, and obviously, I night-dream with my eyes tightly shut.

The daytime dreams don’t scare me. They’re curated, intentional, like Pinterest boards of my future life. I want something, anything, and my mind launches into full cinematic production: scenarios, possibilities, entire dialogues. I even mentally draft a five-phase plan to bring the madness to life.

But the night dreams? That’s where things get… unpredictable. Read more

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Tiny Hands, Big Wishes

It was a quiet morning stroll through Dordrecht when we wandered into the Grote Kerk, which translates, rather humbly, as the Big Church. Its full name is De Grote of Onze-Lieve-Vrouwekerk, a majestic Gothic structure, not unlike the Black Church in Brașov, and about the same age too. Inside, the atmosphere was serene, almost sacred, wrapping around us like a warm hush.

We found a bench and sat down, the kind of sit-down where you’re not really tired, but your thoughts are. Sitting beside me was Miss J., unusually still and solemn. Yes, my whirlwind of a daughter, eternally full of questions, was suddenly peaceful. I looked at her sideways, amused and slightly suspicious of the calm. She glanced up at me with her curious, always-seeking eyes and whispered:
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In Case of Reality, Blink Ten Times

Hello from Cloud Zero 7 — My Personal Escape Plan

Sometimes I wish I had Arabela’s magical ring, you know, the one from that wonderfully strange Czech TV show from our childhood? Arabela, with the Majer family, the dashing prince, and of course, the eternally meddling Rumburak. That ring could conjure up anything. One twist, and poof, your wildest dreams, reality.

If I had that ring now, I wouldn’t ask for diamonds or castles or eternal youth. I’d simply ask for… a cloud.
Not just any cloud, a sparkling, fluffy, milky-white one. A little puff of sky stitched from cashmere and sunlight, floating just above the noise. I’d call it Cloud Zero 7. My personal sky sanctuary.

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Mini Minds, Major Feelings: Love Edition

What Does Love Mean?

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, “What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all even when his hands got arthritis, too. That’s Love.” Rebecca – age 8
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Thursday Night Talk

Thursday, 7 PM. Pajamas on, teeth brushed (more or less), and it’s that sacred time of day: bedtime. The moment when little feet finally settle, eyes get heavy… and suddenly, a journalistic fire ignites in the heart of a 5-year-old.

Tonight, I was under a very serious investigation, courtesy of Miss J., my daughter, age 5 years and 8 months, full-time truth-seeker and part-time philosopher.

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Dreams, Ballons and a Silly Kind of Joy

I often dream that I’m flying. Not in a plane, not with wings, just me, floating freely, weightless among the clouds. These dreams always leave me with a smile on my face and a soft, silly sense of happiness that lingers long after I wake up. There’s something deeply peaceful about being up there, hovering above it all. In those moments, I feel light, fearless, and blissfully detached from the noise of everyday life and completely indifferent to all the humanity problems.

Flying in a hot air balloon has been on my bucket list forever. There’s something so romantic and old-worldly about it. If I were a man, I think that’s how I’d propose, soaring gently over a sleepy countryside, the world quiet beneath us, popping the question in the sky. Read more

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