At a tram stop in Bratislava, a week ago ago, some very drunk looking, battered street musician was playing a Belgian-Italian song by a Belgian with Italian roots, I took that as a good sign. Threw 50 cents in his cup.
I also held the tram for someone who was about to miss it.
Apart from teaching languages I usually transform lessons into a therapeutic setting. I try hard to make people self-insight and to mend what is broken.
I suppose life is about living with a fully open heart, unconditionally, without neglecting one’s self of course. And surrounding yourself with the people who actually want to be with you.
This is the song the ragged singer was playing: