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Sometimes we get so used to things that we start taking them for granted, until they’re gone. Yes, like nonstop electricity or water, exactly.

Sometimes it’s not something as necessary as water, not even quite necessary as clothing, or somewhat necessary like a car.

Sometimes I realise I am not grateful enough for the opportunities that the Internet offers.

I wouldn’t be writing this blog.
Not that it’s a life-saving kind of blog, but it’s a useful reminder that I always have something to be grateful for.

I wouldn’t be constantly in touch with friends and family that are thousands of miles away, most of the times.
Sure, we might do with a break, but we would be missing so much on each other’s life that we would either become estranged or talk for days on end at the first opportunity.
And those who know me know that I can, literally.

And I wouldn’t have the possibility to learn so many new things every day. No, I’m not talking about Wikipedia. Well, not only.
I have been attending Coursera courses for some time now, and I keep being amazed at how lucky I am to have a chance to study, with people from all over the world, courses taught on the other side of the ocean, for free, from my desk.
How terrific is that.

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things to be grateful for – night shift

No, I’m not grateful for night shifts, even though I must admit they did pay pretty well, at the call centre I worked in back in the days.

I lost count of the “things to be grateful for” drafts so far, but tonight I will just publish, whatever road this post decides to take me.

It was an amazing night. With amazing people.

I have been reading and studying and analysing people’s reactions to war and violence for years now, and I never cease to be in awe at the strength and resilience they show.
The humanity that never dies.
The life that screams through them.
The hope that refuses to fade.

And still, when I meet people who have been through all the violence and danger and war and risks, when I hear their stories, their will to go on despite all the evil they faced, despite the pain, the fear, the death around them, I am amazed.

A night out with my young brave Kurdish friend is an experience that left me lost for words.
The struggles she went through, as a Kurd in Syria, as a woman in a war torn Country, as someone living in a besieged city, as a stranger in a Country that is not hers, where she had to face hardship and sneering, and yet she never gave up.

Listening to her story, how she made her escape, the times she feared for her – and her loved ones’ – life, the new version of her she built here, I could not help feeling small, and humbled. Wishing to be more like her, and knowing I will never be.
And grateful for this friendship, that came unexpected, and is one of the greatest gifts this year had in store for me.


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Things to be grateful for – day three

One thing I was aware of when I decided to work in Development: my life was not going to be stable.

I was probably never going to buy a house – even if now I dream of a place of my own; I wasn’t going to see my family much, see them grow up or grow old, miss a lot of their lives; I was even prepared not to have a family of my own – and I am clearly having second thoughts on that, too.

What I really was not expecting, though, were friends.
I get to work with amazing people, share nights and days with them, work and relax, office and house.
Sometimes it is too much, but I am sure life would be much harder if I were to be on my own in a new place every time.
Sometimes colleagues remain just that, and sometimes they become friends. Real friends. The type that you always feel close, despite oceans between you. The friends you only realise how much you’ve missed when you meet again.

That’s what I am grateful for today, friends who will always somehow be in my life, and that I will manage to meet in the most unlikely places, airports, stations, by chance in a pub, one night.