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Suddenly the rock have started to roll. After two months of enjoying the sights of London I chilled down, and my finances too. I saw South, West and East, only North is waiting to be discovered. Now I shifted my thrills and excitements from only looking to participating in the daily life. I could be a supervisor in a nice 4 star hotel, wake up at 5.00 and earn some money, or I could live in a squat. Since I can't afford hilarious rent on Marble Arch any longer, I had to consider both options seriously enough.

Though I did fight for a cruel supervisor job hard (waking up before dawn!!!), I was told, that I am not a natural born waiter walker. So the universe literally pushed me into the squat. My friend passed me on an exclusive information, that the guys next doors are opening the abandoned flat next doors. And a vision of a laid back life, where you recycle and then create with your own hands, attend art workshops, care and share, spread my lungs with some finest sense of freedom. Not only back to roots life, just a thought of living for free in this posh city of makes me giggle.

To enter the squat one must first remove the metal plate, which firmly covers doors and windows to prevent squatters from sneaking in. But rats are always smarter, they find a hole. Our apartment is empty and to some point run down, but not that bad, and my room's got the potential to be a cheerful place. Of course there are some basics that need to be fixed ASAP, but guys already sorted out the electricity and the water is thanks god here. And also my new room mate from Barcelona is so technical-wise, that I am her most obedient student, who actually succeed today in connecting some copper wires in order to make a sparkle and then turn on the lights :)

I am very basically thrilled by this. There is still a lot to do and next week I'll move in. The only burden on my heart is to leave my most dearest Saša, who I so fear not to see every evening for our girls' night. So I am almost on my way to Camden to buy a nice bike to cycle and cycle and cycle uptown & downtown. Fingers crossed for the weather, and fingers crossed for all of the necessary things, that are waiting for us somewhere around.

London sentimental

Before I publish my "serious" blog, I must share some of this weeping sentimentality, that has captured me recently. It happens on Fridays, most likely when I am on the sofa with headphones on, while all of my Slovenian friends are partying on the route Zajc-K4-SubSub-Metelkova. From my perspective it sounds like a magic combination from a lost dream. Despite living in this great city I can not undertake numerous excitements any more, I get used even to such extraordinary sights as the Westminster fairy tale palace. But it seems that I could never get used to a quiet Friday/Saturday evenings (stuck at home), or even less likely, compromise with fake beats, crowds or prices outside. This kind of peculiarity gives me a hard time, when I want to swap my sofa for a cosy place. If I only were a trancer, it would be much easier; I could pop to one of many notorious squat parties.

So last Friday I was perpetually listening to the very last minutes of Surgeon's set in the club Katakomben, an emotional part, which almost made me shed a tear. I imagined all of my people in the front of k4's big stage, with my boyfriend behind the DJ, animating the crowd with his hips, smiling faces and dancing bodies ... I crave for a family night in Ljubljana. I can only hope that mr. Surgeon will scatter my home oriented focus this Friday and give me some hell of a time. If not, I will cease partying here. But untill then, Vauxhall, here I come again!

Happy Twilight

Foto: Dejan Erniša

My long-time-no-see friend published photos from a very first absinth party, taking place four years ago at a rather unknown location. And he made my day. I'm thrilled to see how young we were at the time (though my boyfriend claims he is the same) and what a persuasive vampire I was. Dear moments that faded away suddenly came back to me. His funny round glasses from high school and my short hair, famous style by Tinka Pobalinka in 2005. We actually hardly have any pictures from a respectably long period of being party animals. But the photo's got much more than only remains of the days; it brilliantly depicts our vibration, which was there from a very beginning and shall represent us forever. That's the kind of love I adore, vivid and wild one.

And to those, asking me, where is my boy and how can I possibly survive without him - I miss him very much. We are both sort of used to bear with the distance, though it's difficult and no fun, especially for the one waiting in Ljubljana (most unpleasant in winter cold&rain and in empty apartment). However, this absence is also the freedom we need to fulfill our educational and general "life-wise" plans, and it's my turn now. The project is to lighten my famous twilight, so called messy head. And while doing this I feel anxious, but safe, sad, but great, because he is my ultimate bright light. And when he says to me a simple "Don't worry baby" my heart is an instant believer. When I am back, we'll hit the road together ... like a fairly harmless Bonnie and Clyde, heading towards a fairly civilized Tarzan and Jane life (Brazil and the neighborhood). Honey, I'm coming soon, get ready! (Ghrrrrrr)

Fun loving person wanted for busy bar!

Long hours, low wage, why do we love it so much!

Looking forward to meeting the right candidate. We will want to keep you for a minimum of 4 months, possibly more, maybe you will make a career out of it even?
Pls send your cv / statement / thoughts to applications09@live.co.uk , with a picture if possible.

Thanks

Please do not apply if you are a grumpy, mean, lazy troll.

Ne morš verjet ... Gumtreee, kaj pa drugega.

Nelson Batista

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... je moj novi učitelj salse. V DanceWorks na Oxford Streetu, kamor bom od zdaj naprej redno hodila, ga oglašujejo takole:

Originally from Havana, Cuba, Nelson Batista came to the UK in the late eighties and was the first Salsa instructor in the country. Known as the Godfather o UK Salsa, widely acknowledged as the leading authority in this field, Nelson teaches in a number of venues throughout the UK and regularly holds workshops in London and nationwide. Nelson is a fellow of the UKA (United Kingdom Alliance of Professional Teachers of Dance) and also a president of their Club Latino Divison.

Tovariš Nelson je krasen učitelj in na klasu je bilo zabavno, kot je le lahko pri nerodnih in ukaželjnih začetnikih. Po nekaj popravkih mi je kar dobro šlo in že sem komaj čakala, da bo vrsta v krogu, kjer smo si punce menjavale plesalce, prišla na učitelja. Takrat lahko namreč pozabiš vse korake, ker te vodi Godfather of Salsa; in ker te ne gleda pod noge, ampak v oči, lahko vmes še poveš, da si Maya in da nisi from Russia (moje novo ime, staro je neizgovorljivo).

Salsa bo odlično pripomogla tudi k spomladanskemu utrjevanju nog & Co, in ko jo obvladam vsaj malo, grem lahko zaplesat v tovarišev klub ali pa v Soho. Menim, da za spodoben zaključek bloga manjka samo še zelo resen poziv: Dragi, vpiši se na salso! (Tilen ve vse.)