It's The People, Not The Place
I've been to quite a lot of places lately. Had a family visit so i have to bring them places. So every week me and my husband brought our kids and our visiting parent in tows from place to place. It went so mechanical every places started to seems bland. Or maybe it's just my inner introvert mood.
Then we went to Bremen. An average German city only two hours away from where i lives. The familiar Central Station (unlike the most beautiful and grand Antwerpen Central Station), to familiar windmill with beds of tulips (now i know that the old windmill didn't belong to the Netherlands only, ha!) on their public park (it's beautiful park). Then the cute markplatz with all the high and low priced stores together and rows of statue of pigs, birds, and other animal literally everywhere (or at least that's how i feel). Cute, but not out of this world. Then the old town. Gothic Cathedral, gothic buildings which is the kind of sight that you will see almost everywhere in Europe.
Then my husband follow this little winding road. On that winding road, stand a huge man with his violin, bowed and smile a little, played a song. Suddenly i stopped. That man, noticed that i didn't go, bowed again, and then played Ave Maria, one of the most beautiful song Schubert or anyone in that matter, ever wrote.
Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and in the hour of our death. Amen.
This maybe a religious related song, but to me it's just plain good song. And the man who play the song, play it with all his heart and transport me to another place. After the song ended, he bowed a little again. He didn't seems to care if anyone would fill the violin case in front of him with money. But i did. And he smile just a little, again. And i walk again, continuing my journey through that winding road. As i continue walking, i heard another song. Beautiful and sad at the same time.
Something beautiful can be sad sometimes. Now i realized it. The city is beautiful. It's just me.
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Then we went to Bremen. An average German city only two hours away from where i lives. The familiar Central Station (unlike the most beautiful and grand Antwerpen Central Station), to familiar windmill with beds of tulips (now i know that the old windmill didn't belong to the Netherlands only, ha!) on their public park (it's beautiful park). Then the cute markplatz with all the high and low priced stores together and rows of statue of pigs, birds, and other animal literally everywhere (or at least that's how i feel). Cute, but not out of this world. Then the old town. Gothic Cathedral, gothic buildings which is the kind of sight that you will see almost everywhere in Europe.
Then my husband follow this little winding road. On that winding road, stand a huge man with his violin, bowed and smile a little, played a song. Suddenly i stopped. That man, noticed that i didn't go, bowed again, and then played Ave Maria, one of the most beautiful song Schubert or anyone in that matter, ever wrote.
Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and in the hour of our death. Amen.
This maybe a religious related song, but to me it's just plain good song. And the man who play the song, play it with all his heart and transport me to another place. After the song ended, he bowed a little again. He didn't seems to care if anyone would fill the violin case in front of him with money. But i did. And he smile just a little, again. And i walk again, continuing my journey through that winding road. As i continue walking, i heard another song. Beautiful and sad at the same time.
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things are beautiful and sad at the same time, dear. and we are happy and sad at the same time...but then again, maybe it's just us. ah, tulisan ini indah. saya bisa membayangkan diri saya berdiri di sampingmu mendengarkan si pemain biola :)
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