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Bangkok, Thailand

What type of travel is right for you? Are you one of those people who like to bask on the beach or one of those who wander the crowded streets all day with a camera in hand? Do you catch your breath from the architectural heritage, or rather from the thickness of the wild jungle, where almost no human has set foot? Are you interested in a family vacation, or are you looking for thrills behind the doors of strip bars and massage parlors? In fact, it doesn’t matter what category you belong to. Because here everyone will find something for themselves and, believe me, you will return home full of unforgettable impressions!
I started this rather spontaneous journey from the city of millions – Bangkok. I know most tourists prefer sunny Patagonia or the islands in the south, but if you have already travelled so far, do not neglect the opportunity to visit the capital.


Shortly before my arrival, I found accommodation on Couchsurfing (This website will allow you to meet the locals and have a great time together). So, somehow with adventures I got to the metro station, where I was to be met by my host. It turned out to be a smiling friendly young man Tan, who put me on his motorcycle (with a suitcase on my lap!) and drove me home. To say that new impressions began to overwhelm me from the first minute in Bangkok is to say nothing. Let’s at least take the fact that I rode a motorcycle for the first time (although, actually, the second time, because the first time it was a “motorcycle-taxi driver”? who drove me from the bus stop to the subway station). At first, I was afraid to get on a motorcycle, after all I’ve never did this before! Then people started laughing at me, because a motorcycle in Thailand is like a bicycle in the Netherlands: without it – no way. So I kinda gave in and let them put me on the vehicle.

Here we are – Tan’s home. There lived a wonderful family who, despite the language barrier, were very friendly to me. In his spare time, Tan showed me the city, celebrated Christmas with me, and helped in this unfamiliar country. We talked a lot and learned about each other’s cultures. And I realized how cool it is to know languages ​​and to be able to communicate with people from another part of the globe. Eventually, I stopped being afraid of the motorcycle and started to enjoy it, while Tan picked up speed on the track among the skyscrapers, jumping between cars from lane to lane.
My first day in Bangkok. I do not cease to be surprised. You will no longer find such architectural structures as here in any city. My undisputed favorites were the temple complexes of Wat Po and Wat Arun, as well as the Grand Palace. Walking around the city, you will find many other buildings that impress with their wealth, giant golden Buddhas, mosaics of colored mirrors, ornate dragons, giants and other mythical creatures. My advice to you: when going to Thailand, bring light clothes that cover the shoulders and knees. Only then will you be able to visit temples.


Religion and spirituality occupy an important place in the life of Thai citizens. In contrast to European countries, where more and more young people are turning to atheism, here religion is thriving and keeping up with the times. There are many monks on the streets, who are easily recognizable by their orange robes. And it’s not just elderly men, which surprised me a lot and, I must admit, made me happy. Among the monks are many children, adolescents and young men. Every Thai must be trained not only in the army, but also to complete training in the temple. People say that only such a person can become a real man. People who dedicate their lives to God have many advantages and benefits: they do not pay for transportation, receive food for free, and most importantly – they are highly respected and valued.
In addition to Buddhists, there are many Christians in Thailand, including the family that sheltered me, so, keeping the traditions, I spent Christmas Eve at church, and again, a pleasant surprise awaited me. Spending winter evenings in shorts and T-shirts just itself is an unusual phenomenon, but what I saw in the churchyard struck me! Near the church, which stands on the bank of the river, there was a huge Christmas tree, and hundreds of people danced energetic swing around it! Well, Tan and I were no exception! Loud music was played, street food was sold outside the church, competitions were held in tents, and children tried to win prizes. That’s how, coming to church, you can accidentally come across the biggest open-air party in the style of the forties.

The food is dominated by sweet and spicy flavors. Coconut milk and lemongrass are indispensable ingredients in many national dishes. And the variety of fruits just drives you crazy! Fruits of various shapes, colors and sizes stunned tourists with attractive prices. But do not rush to buy, because first you have to bargain well – you benefit, and sellers don’t lose their skills 😊 During the first days I spent in Bangkok, I managed to try coconut soup with mushrooms, rice with banana, baked in a leaf, jelly of grass in milk, chrysanthemum juice and many other strange things, the names of which I have never heard and probably will not remember. The only things I didn’t taste were scorpions, caterpillars and other insects. When the sun sets and street fairs with food and souvenirs begin to come to life, some traders (especially in tourist places) begin to flaunt their “delicacies”. I’ve even seen a crocodile on a spit a few times, and it’s a sad sight. As my new local acquaintance explained to me, Thais don’t really eat scorpions or crocodiles. This is all done for tourists. That’s where various stereotypes about Asian “eating everything that lives” come from. But, as it turns out, this isn’t always true.
If you have the opportunity, go to the theater. When I’m in another country, I always try to visit an opera or a play, because it can tell us a lot about the spirit of the people. And in Thailand, this tradition of mine did not disappoint me. I went to a play about events from Thai legends. A monkey helped God build a bridge across a river by outwitting a mermaid. I have never seen such a variety of colored and ornate masks in my life. And the melodies of the songs pleased the ear with unusual motives.
After spending a few days here, I decided to move on to Cambodia, where my adventures continued. But about this, as well as about other cities in Thailand, you can read in the new posts.

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Healthy nationalism vs bullying

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What Germans can learn from Ukrainians

I’ll start with a short description of myself. I’m Iryna from Lviv, Ukraine. In this city I was born and brought up, but for my studies I moved to Karlsruhe, Germany. I always loved my Motherland and her benevolent folk, our rich culture and euphonious language. I am happy to be born free here and to have a chance to get acquainted to Ukraine’s art as well as unbreakable spirit throughout history and our desire for freedom. My soul is hurting since six years ago with Russian occupation of some of our territories peaceful life has come to an end. My heart is bleeding when I read history textbooks. Maybe that’s why I, like many Ukrainian people, understand, that preservation of culture and national dignity is a key to achieving freedom and true independence.

Germans don’t talk about it

So, when I moved to Germany, something surprised me. People are afraid to talk about patriotism. It’s not a secret, what disgusting and tragic role Nazi-Germany played in the last century. That’s why the word “nationalism” evokes unpleasant memories among elderly people, and the youth feels unbearable shame for how their country is remembered in history. Only a small percentage of citizens calls themselves patriots here, and those are the people who rather don’t oppose Hitler’s politics. Maybe you’ve heard about a political party AfD with their right-winged views? Its representatives do everything to “save” Germany from foreigners, denying them essential rights, and not to let refugees into Europe, who, risking their lives in the Mediterranean Sea, are fleeing from countries which are suffering from wars, hunger and tyranny.

Unimaginable hypocrisy is pouring through their mouths whereas Germany, like almost all European countries rely on immigrants, who mostly works in the agriculture sector. Spreading of Coronavirus made it recently clear, how important these people are in maintaining the functioning of the state and for supplying what is essential for our living. Nevertheless, they’ve never heard a word of thanks from this party. Their followers are known as neo-nazis, who attack foreigners from time to time, who provoke disagreements and chaos in the society.

This is the picture Germans see in their mind when they imagine nationalism. AfD and their followers shamelessly call themselves true patriots, defaming the image of Motherland and turning it into brutal assaults. No educated person who has at least a little bit of good sense would call him/herself a patriot. The love to their own country is somehow feared and not talked about. Germans prefer the word “internationalist”.

It is so wrong and ugly, that something as beautiful, natural and valuable as love for motherland evokes shame.

True patriotism is love, not bullying

In my opinion, it’s time for these neo-nazis to open their eyes and face the truth: they are not patriots, just scum and misfits. Thankfully, they are too small and powerless to actually make some changes for the worse and nobody really wants to cooperate with them. Finally, hiding behind deceptive slogans is over! I want Germans to see what I see. If I were German, I would be proud of this country. I am already proud after having lived here for five years. I love Germany, because there is a lot to love it for. No, not for that bunch of wailing bastards, who will soon loose all credit and respect. But for just laws, for clean streets and preserved nature. For democracy, flourishing science and tolerance. For modern society, which stands guard over justice and humanity, acknowledging the mistakes of the past. So, Germans should hold their head high, not whine! Same as Ukrainians, they have impressive cultural heritage. Moreover, the industries blossom, they are not just struggling to survive. Big number of immigrants is an evidence for this. How many people were able to find shelter here! How many accents can you hear in the modern German language, how many representatives of different nationalities you see outside! Isn’t it wonderful? There is one thing that unites all of them – gratitude to Germany for a chance to start a new life and intensions to make this country even more successful.

So, you see, true patriotism unites us. We should not oppose immigration, but rather show the world that our home is a hospitable one, that we always have something to offer to anyone who is interested. The fact that a lot of people learned German and are working for the wellbeing of this country means that it is flourishing and modern. Germany is one of the most progressive countries in the world and shows a good example on which political reforms to carry out in order to become a democratic European state. Tell me, isn’t it a reason to be proud?

German patriots, I appeal to you! If your heart is also aching because of the troubles in your home country, don’t think that AFD is a party which could defend your interests. Don’t allow these bandits to blemish the image of a nationalist. Stand up and talk freely about the love to your Motherland! No, not that Germany who followed Hitler (all in all, you’re not to blame for the mistakes your ancestor made), but this tolerant and such a diverse Germany, which we have today. No race, no nationality, no sexual orientation, gender or religion should be disrespected.

Revolution of Dignity

Let’s return to Ukraine. I’m from the western part, where people are known for their patriotism. Citizens of Lviv and many other neighbouring cities sharply opposed pro-Russian policy of Yanukovych even before the Revolution of Dignity. But on that day, when this former president refused to sign the association treaty with the European Union, we demonstrated on Maidan together – West and East, North and South. Our patriotic spirit once again raised people to fight dictatorship. We wanted democracy, European reforms, because in spite of weakness and corruption of our former authorities, we as Ukrainians always carry democratic values in our hearts.

Photography: Iryna Yaminska

After a brutal massacre of peaceful protesters, Yanukovych faced even more resistance and fled from the country. Using the moment, Russian media were trying to spread some fake-news in the world, ostensibly the Nazis want to grab the power in Ukraine. They compared and still compare Maidan protesters with bandits. Why? Because we wanted freedom and democracy? Because our intentions did not match their invasive policies? Russia’s authorities turn their citizens to zombies in front of the television screens, still feeling nostalgic for the success in WWII. Who goes against their will – is a Nazi, such is the rhetoric of Russia. (How ironic, considering that Russian policies are very popular among the AfD representatives)

Finally, the lies about “Kyivan Nazis”, “banderivtsi” and “cannibals who eat Russian babies” on Russian and pro-Russian channels managed to convince a bunch of the Eastern Ukraine residents that the life would be better under the rule of Kremlin. By annexing Crimea and invading in Ukraine’s Eastern territories, Putin started a pointless war, in which fourteen thousand Ukrainian soldiers and civilians have died since 2014.

Speculating with the term of “Ukrainian nationalist”, Russian media tries to turn European society against us. But you know, let me tell you about our nationalism, me, a person who was born in the very heart of patriotic capital of Ukraine, grew up there and absorbed this mentality. If not for patriots, the Revolution of Dignity wouldn’t have happened. Ukraine would long have become a Russian colony and the way to the European Union would be closed forever. Russian propaganda, even the most influential one, can’t make you forgive the fact, that those people, who went out to Maidan, these nationalists stood for democratic values. They just wanted the life like in Germany. These “banderivtsi” died from the sniper’s bullets only for wanting to be in the EU. The elderly and the youth, people of different national minorities united not in order to push someone to the top of the power, but for justice to reign in our country. We did this because we love Ukraine and want to see her free from aggressor’s influence.

We love our Motherland for the same reason we love our parents. Although, a lot of my German friends told me: “We must love the whole world, not concentrate only on our own country”. Yes, I agree with this. But haven’t we learned to love our own mother before we started loving the others? In the same way, you can’t love the world without loving the part of it, where you grew up. This love is the only and the true sign of healthy nationalism. Everything else is just bullying.

Finally, if you’ve read it till here, I hope I could dispel lies of Russian propaganda about us, Ukrainian patriots. Europeans don’t have any reason to be afraid of us. After all, we dream about European Union more than anyone! Yes, that’s in Lviv where with Ukrainian flag there is always another one – blue with a circle of stars. Many people hang it out on their balconies, one day hoping to become the part of the society where human rights is the highest value.

I will always proudly carry my flag. And I will do it not against someone, but hand in hand with the other such unique and different countries. I believe that together we can build a brighter future, where there is no place for repression, dictatorship, pointless wars and battles for power, where instead of it reigns love and brotherhood.

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Якби я могла описати кохання

Якщо життя – це ліс тінявий,
А я – лиш мандрівник у ньому,
То ти – ласкаве сонце днями,
Вночі – зоря, ведеш додому.

Якщо життя – бурхливе море,
А я, малий лиш човен, тону,
То ти – піщана гавань тиха,
В якій безпечно так принишкнуть.

Навіть коли на роздоріжжі
Один шлях іншого темніший,
Не йти пробитими стежками,
Свою творити нагадаєш.

Ірина Вакулик

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Пісня про осінь

Про осінь сумна моя пісня
Купається в кронах барвистих.
Проміння багряного сонця
Неквапом підпалює листя.

За обрієм душу хвилює
Тиха меланхолія.
Вихором сліз золотистих
Розсипляться мої надії.

Страх з-за спини визирає,
В той вихор бездушно штовхає.
Я, наче метелик із казки,
Обпікшись вогнем, зникаю.

Безвихідь застигла на віях,
Туман шепоче про мрії.
Шум тіней темного лісу
Порушити я не посмію.

Неначе у сні, блукаю,
Втрачений спокій шукаю.
Я у моторошній казці
Пісню про осінь співаю.

Ірина Вакулик
Фото: Ірина Ямінська

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Монолог солдата

Я солдат. І б’юсь за Україну.
Немає більш священної мети.
Я знаю, що до ранку ще загину,
Та мушу за свою ідею далі йти.

Я йду… Ось наближається вже ворог.
Ще мить, і постріл розітне життя.
Сховавши у душі всю свою волю,
Натисну на курок без каяття.

І запанує смерть на полі бою,
Змете на шляху військо все вороже.
На жаль, вона їх знищити не може,
Не зачепивши ще й товаришів косою.

Я бачу, як брати мої вмирають,
Мертвотні крики миттю завмирають,
Зриваються із побілілих уст:
«Народе, не забудь мене»,- благають.

В ту ж мить пекучий біль мене прошив.
Я падаю додолу, до тіл своїх братів.
Неначе крізь туман, побачив я,
Як догорає іскорка життя.

Я пальцями стиснув її: «Не йди!»
Хотів життя останки зберегти.
Та Бог і люди молитов не чують,
Не допоможуть, а навік забудуть.

Ось так без слави я цей світ покинув,
І пальці розімкнулись… я загинув.
Лише могили пам’ятати будуть,
Що жив я лиш для тебе, Україно.

Ірина Вакулик

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Про Росію

 Наче в сні, я бачу лихо: плаче Україна.
На уламки розкололась єдина країна.
Чи це брат нас обіймає, мало що не душить?
По кусочках він од серця відриває душу.

Лагідно він пригорне нас, як свою дитину,
а тим часом так підступно всадить ніж у спину.
Познущається, проклятий, і почне сміятись,
поки буде Україна кров’ю умиватись.

Вирве серце з грудей вільних, Дніпро заридає.
Та чи зможе? Вже ж остання сльоза витікає.
Може братові-катюзі досить буде цього?
Але ні… межі немає страждання людського.

Від убогої забере останню хлібину,
ще й згадає: “Мы же братья с тобой, Украина”.
Каїн лютий, лицемірний, чи не брат ти зовсім?
Гірше ворога обдуриш й сам сядеш під сонцем.

А тоді вже брата твого наче і не було.
Брехнею нас сплюндрували й одразу забули.
Хоч могутній ти та сильний, старший рідний брате,
та одного лиш у світі тобі не здолати.

Ти подумав, що убив нас, попелом розвіяв?
Може й так, але помремо ми не на колінах!
Наша воля й після смерті буде оживати
й допоможе Україні із вогню повстати.

Ірина Вакулик

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Історія однієї дитини

Одного разу, як згадаю,
Як вісім літ мені минало,
Настали непрості часи:
Тоді Вкраїна воювала.
Тоді був безлад, страх, біда,
Й матуся плакала моя,
Як на війну поїхав тато,
Й лишилася вона одна.

Мала, я ще не розуміла,
Чому країна сльози лила,
За що брати вбивали брата,
І нащо було воювати.
Не розуміла і не знала,
Зате я серцем відчувала
Незрозумілії слова:
Кайдани, смерть, неволя, напасть.
Немов вогню, я їх боялась,
І мати вражено зітхала,
Як їх в новинах зустрічала,
І знову слізьми умивалась.
Дізналась:
Тато мій загинув,
Матусю і мене покинув,
На барикадах він помер
За кращу, вільну Україну.
Її він, як і нас, любив.
Прикрив собою найдорожче,
Й ворожу кулю зупинив.

Матуся знову заридала.
Її червонії уста
Лише зневіра покривала,
Коли бандитів проклинала,
І вкотре, плачучи, стогнала,
Та була вона не одна.
Журилась ціла Україна:
Сестра за братом, батько за сином.
І зрозуміла я тоді,
За що ці люди полягли.
Не вічно було їм журитись,
Не вічно катові коритись.
Жадану волю здобувати,
Й за неї Богові молитись.

Коли десятки літ минули,
Згадала я усе, що було.
Слова «Герої не вмирають»
Я на свободі вже почула.
Майбутнє славне, воля й сила
У краї нашім розквітали.
Старенька матінка моя
Заграла барвами життя
Й від радості аж засміялась,
Бо щастя врешті дочекались!

Ірина Вакулик

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Вставай, народе!

Вставай, народе мій, до бою,
Бо вража ненависть гримить.
Ми беремо у руки зброю
Й готові волю боронить.

Ми ж з вами козацького роду:
Хоробре серце у народу!
Не будем ворогу коритись,
А з піснею ми будем битись.

Досить уже згинати спину
Під владою страшного ката,
Що, як непотріб, нас покинув
І зрадив, підлий, свого брата.

Тиране, ти не переможеш
Своїм насильством і обманом.
І крові змити з рук не зможеш
Гіркими нашими сльозами.

Вставай, країно, мій народе,
І вір: ніхто нас не поборе,
Допоки єдність є у тебе,
І стяг наш майорить у небі.

Ірина Вакулик

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Я дощ намалюю

Я дощ намалюю і вулиці мокрі,
І те, як трава під дощем танцюва.
Зірки намалюю, що сходять щоночі,
Неначе іскринки, у небі горять.

Любов намалюю і сяйво надії,
Що світить роками у нашій душі.
Я сни намалюю і трепетні мрії,
Що линуть думками в інші світи.

Я намалюю мужність і силу,
І волю, якої так прагнемо ми.
І я намалюю картину красиву,
Де світ без кордонів, щоб ми в нім жили.

Нехай тільки те, що я тут малювала,
Реальністю стане хоча би на мить.
Хай день принесе те, що доля забрала,
Любов запанує і дощ зашумить.

Ірина Вакулик

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Дощ

Від зливи закривавшись парасолями,
Неначе темні тіні, так ходили
Різні люди зі своїми долями,
А також час ішов, і плили хвилини.

Вона ж на запотілому вікні
Ім’я твоє, плачучи, писала,
І очі її світло-голубі
На сіре, хмарне небо поглядали.

Вона вже просто втратила надію,
Яка її вела у цьому світі.
Терпіти такий біль уже не вміє,
Не вміє і не може вже так жити.

Тепер вона сказала собі «Досить!»,
Сказала «Не заплачу за ним знову!»,
А ти здивуєшся, чому вона не дзвонить,
Чому не пише тобі аніслова.

Тепер вона на тебе не чекає.
Тепер ти вже не сенс її життя.
Ти зрозумієш, що її кохаєш,
Але вона, на жаль, вже не твоя.

Ірина Вакулик