Posts that can be categorized more as personal and not published actually… but anyways I felt the need to share.

Christopher Street Day 2016 LGBT Munich Pride

Every year Munich celebrates Christopher Street Day, an event dedicated to the LGBT community in our city. It culminates with the Munich Pride march, which this year was particularly interesting.

As usual, the parade was colorful, loud and filled up with hundreds of smiles. The music was boosting from the vehicles and the rainbow flags were waved high and proud. But what made it particularly interesting, was the fact that there were more people attending and watching than any other Munich Pride we have attended.

It was not only the participants but also all the folks that decided to spare some time to support diversity or simply enjoy the party.  On both sides of the streets of the march route, people were lining up to cheer the procession, take photos and hug the marchers. There were whole families with kids, homosexual and heterosexual couples, young and old, bold and long-haired…  A true diversity.
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Hashtag Munich

Last Friday was just like any Friday in Munich… until it wasn’t. I went to the gym, applied for jobs, finished up a book, kicked back with Tour de France on Eurosport and received a message from a friend stating “Are you ok? Tell me you’re at home!”. There was a rampage going on two subways stops from our home…

A teenage boy hacked a female Facebook profile, invited everyone for a free meal at McDonald’s and at 17:56 started shooting people with the Glock and 300 bullets he had on himself. The Munich police went on the hunt with reinforcements from local, provincial and federal forces. Even the Kobras from Austria pitched in the effort of catching the perpetrator. Late that evening they found the teenager’s body lifeless with a self-inflicted wound.

As the social networks went berserk, no one knew nothing concrete.  But almost everyone had a theory. While I was rushing into texting and calling all my friends and family to see whether they are ok or just to let them know that we are fine, my Facebook and Twitter went mad. Mostly people felt sad and sorry about what was happening. Others went on and on about Islam and its place in Europe and certainly not in understanding or even close empathising with those Muslims condemning the terror.
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2015 – The Year Sisyphus Met Me

2015 turned out to be, in many ways, a repetition of 2010. At least when it comes to my experience then and now. Just as five years ago, my life consisted of two big parts – a very demanding project and an educational one, each equaling to about 6-7 months. It felt a just like meeting Sisyphus on his ways – both down and up.

Although my decision to leave the company I was working for was long ago was determined, I finally made it happen on the eve of launching the big project I was working on, since the end of 2014. It was something that I had in front of me as a dream. I wanted to move on to new challenges. I have invested so much in these almost 5 years and I wasn’t getting anywhere closer to learning new things. In the final months of the project I found it hard to sleep or to think about anything else, but getting the job done and doing it right. I wanted to do as much as I can for it to turn out to be something worth for the customer. At the end, it did not pan out as hoped. But given the race against time, the team and I did way more that we were hoping for when we set out. Well, life works that way sometimes. Time to move on.
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The Pretenders. Here Is To Them!

There are these people who do not bend under the circumstances. The underdogs. The pretenders. The ones who never give up no matter what challenges they face. These are the people who live by a higher codex and purpose. They are not a lot out there.

These are the men and women who read between the lines of media propaganda, who make the world move forward and progress in every single sphere. These are the humans who laugh at the face of rejection, deceit and social exclusion. These are the ones to whom skin pigmentation, religion, ethnic origin and sexual orientation mean nothing more than a mere notion of difference, but not a base to judge another. These are the people who take one, maybe two percent, of the world’s population. These are the pretenders.

They are not for sale. They are the ones that sell a better case, a better way, or a better place… They believe on their own. They trust on they own. They move on their own. To many they seem crazy, outrageous, ridiculous or any other inexplicable convention out there.

The pretenders never give up. They don’t seek approval or understanding. They live their Judgment Day everyday, for they are their own judges. They deny submission to the status quo. They move on after being rejected. They stray away from the wolf pack. Deep down, they are always alone.

They successfully pretend that the world can be a better place. Their reality is not yours. Their soul is not for you to take and neither their thoughts are. They are the few originating the waves, the big tsunamis. They are the force that no man can stop. They are the big pretenders.

Here is to every single one of them – a shot of aged single malt amber liquid!

Speaking in Tongues

Or why I am a sorta polyglot. #subtitle

“Why do you speak so many languages?”. This particular question I get a lot. I get it at job interviews (naturally), parties, social networks, at work and when I stumble into a fellow traveler on a train or plane to places unknown. The answer is always different in length and content. It is never extensive enough… And this is why I decided to blog about it, and refer the curious minds to it should they want to dig deeper than hearing the elevator pitch.

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