Request for a help…

Dear all,

this words are flying out now to all different parts of the world. The world, where I had a chance to meet up with you. There are moments shared for which I am grateful. With some of you I am in regular contact, with others (I am sorry) I am not. But all of you once in my life help me out to stand up to be who I am.

Tonight I am writing to you with a request for a help.

We all go through life taking different paths. Some are easy, others are more difficult. For some it takes courage, for others just a bit of luck. But for all the moments in our journey through life we need to be healthy.

Health, as long as we are healthy we do not appreciate it enough, nor we know what we have. When we become sick, we become aware how important being healthy is.

Some people are not that lucky. One of them is my cousin Rok.

Rok is 13 years old. Since the day he was born, he is suffering from leukemia (More about it: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leukemia). From first diagnosis doctors and parents are trying to help him, but unfortunately unsuccessful so far. Beside all the treatment, he has had chemotherapy already. Instead of playing games, running through forest, he must take strong medicines, regular visit one or another doctors, have different examinations and therapies, and too often have
to change his home for a room in the  hospital. The only opportunity and hope for a complete cure would have been bone marrow
transplantation.

But Rok is not only a patient and a regular visitor to the Institute of Oncology. Rok is a “fighter”, son to his father and mother, the
elder brother to Zan, a friend and a classmate at primary school Janko Kersnik, Brdo pri Lukovici, Slovenia.

Teachers’ board has started with the initiative to organize a charity concert, which would raise funds for Rok. First wish and need for Rok is to get a notebook, so that he would be able to remain connected to the world outside the hospital during the days of his hospitalization.

Charity concert will take place on Thursday, 2.12. at 19.00 at the primary school Janko Kersnik, Brdo pri Lukovici, Slovenia.

Rok parents do not want to get the story into public. I & my family decided that this year we would try to help them out and add our little present for Happy December and better future. In addition to the concert, we decided for personal fund-raising for Rok.

If you think that you can and would like to help me, please let me know. I respect, understand and accept all opinions and decisions. There is no wrong ones!

If you have any question or opinion please contact me via email: mk_4220@yahoo.com or via mob. tel.: ++ 386 51 221 543.

To all and each of you thank you very much!

I am also taking this opportunity wishing you all a nice and peaceful December and all the best!

Best regards,

Marija Kozin

Poezija na snegu…

In sem tu.  Bel ekran pred menoj,  čaka da bo potipkan, popisan…

Bilo je pred tedni, ko za dobro jutro zbudi me dež. Skupaj s cimrom Erikom se spogledujeva, nič kaj zadovoljna z vremenom in dejstvom, da obljubila sva Anniki, da gremo skupaj smučat.  Annika nas kaj hitro potolaži, da nemalokrat so vrmenski pogoji tam v Gudauriju konkretno boljši.  In smo šli proti smučišču.

Gudauri leži cca. 120 km oz. približno 2 uri vožnje severno od Tbilisija, glavnega mesta Gruzije. S pomočjo investitorjev iz Austrije, beri poskrbeli so za celotno infrastrukturo, se hitro razvija in ta proces poteka še dan danes.

Smučišče se razprostira po pobočju gore Kudebi na višini 2100 do 3000 m. Te številke pomenijo, da leži nad gozdno mejo, pomeni odprti tereni, dolga sezona z zvrhano mero naravnega snega, pobočje nekritično za plazove, ni mrzlih vetrov….

Kot mali otrok sem se veselila, da ponovno vidim sneg, da grem ven iz mesta… Pač čari narave imajo še vedno svojo moč.  Pri hotelu sem izposodila si opremo, smučarske čevlje, smuči ter palice. Postavila se v vrsto ter v pričakovanju novega bila vesela, da sem  kjer sem. No za seboj imam nekaj let treninga smučanja, a zadnjič sem na smučeh stala pred petimi leti. Vmes mi je življenje samo dalo je  radost ter žalost. In sedaj sem tu, kot mali otrok vesela.

Sneg je, naravni, povsod naokoli, do kamor pogled seže in še vedno pada. Gremo na prvo žičnico, in potem na drugo, pa na tretjo da pridemo do vrha. Vidljivost solidna. Prvi zavoj, mehkoba. Kakšna razlika je smučati po popolnoma naravnem snegu. Odzivnost smučke več kot dobra. Naredim par voženj za občutek, da spoznam se z opremo, razmerami ter snegom in igra se lahko prične.  Na najvišji progi le to pomeni, da levo in desno se lahko spustiš v pršič, powder oz. kakorkoli se že to imenuje. V realnosti je pomenilo več kot 50 cm svežega snega, lahkega kot puh. Mehkoba skozi katero režeš kot, da smučaš na vodi. Prva vožnja, pa druga, pa tretja…. razmere so fenomenalne. Občutki za mehkobo vedno boljšji. Kakšen užitek, spustiš smučko ter se prepustiš trenutku. Drsiš po vrhu, narediš zavoj, če slučajno padeš, pač padeš v mehkobko svežega pršiča.

Lepo je. Na novo odkrijem smučanje. Kolegi so presenečeni nad menoj, češ ko sem pač rekla, da znam smučat in potem to. Ja no, pač vsak imam svoje področje na katerem uživa… Narava je moja točka in poligon, če pa mi da še sneg v obliki in izobilju kot tokrat na Gudauiri smučišču, mi edino potrebno je prepustiti se in uživati v trenutku. Ker prvič sem na pršiču takšnih dimenzij in takšne kakovosti.

Poezija.

Ponovitve sledijo.

Srečno.

I need

I wish to write

To write the words from my mind

To empty it for new thing.

I wish to write

To write to find my soul

The soul that once was lost

but now is back.

I wish to write

To write it down

Not to be forgotten

But to stay alive.

I wish to write

To write for days

To come to feel

And be proud.

That is why I need to write

To be me again.