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I had always thought that everything I did was insignificant no matter that I had marvelous childhood with its ups and downs when your mum scraped last coins only to satisfy the basic urges of a 8 year old organism and working for ungodly hours every day to make both ends met, but I wouldn’t dare to complain. I had the means of an excellent education, desire to excel in all subjects but was not smart enough for it. As some of them were beyond my understanding. Well, we aren’t designed to comprehend any matter in this life. Somebody is good at Maths, somebody is good at literature, and somebody was born to fulfill a function of being a mother, somebody to go to the Moon. I was designed to procrastinate mostly rather than to study well even though I graduated from school with not the worst grades.

My job pours some sense to my existence making me believe that I am actually in position to bring the use to this world by giving the knowledge I have in possession and helping others. I remain an intimate with each student as they give me courage, compassion, comfort, share their private thoughts, trust me secrets as though I weren’t a teacher at all, so I really hold dear each of them as it is the hardest part sometimes in life even to be just on well with you trainer left alone to be friends. I bear every day in mind to its value and importance. From time to times I even end up with thoughts that my students are my fortress from feeling suppressed as I did most of the times. Their friendship is my continual solace.

When I accepted the friend request from Haim I did it probably with the hope to become a part of his life as well. By the way, his name derived from Hebrew. People with this name are usually capable, charismatic leaders who undertake large endeavors with great success. They value truth, justice, discipline and maybe quick tempered with those who do not. They would rather focus on large, important issues, and delegate details. He actually fell under this description, so maybe our names define us more than we think.

A name sticks with us from birth until death and although we often have no control over it, our names define us. We can all thank our parents for our names. Oh, I still didn’t introduce myself. My name is Michaela, my name was Hebrew as well. People with this name are excellent at analyzing, understanding, and learning. They tend to be mystics, philosophers, scholars, and teachers. Because they live so much in the mind, they tend to be quiet and introspective, and are usually introverts. When presented with issues, they will see the larger picture. Their solitary thoughtfulness and analysis of people and world events may make them seem aloof, and sometimes even melancholy. Truthfully, it sounds so like me.

Our first conversations with Haim regarded mostly of English and its rules but with each chat we started to go further rather than the English discussions without much notice.

“You know, it is not my first time trying to learn English. Before I was obliged to learn it but now I have my own will to master it.”, he told me one day.

“That’s why you didn’t learn it for the first time, as a small percentage of people has success with language when they are put under the pressure by somebody else and this is the worst tactic parents can do for their offspring. The Mozart method is no longer relevant in this case as the children are going to abominate the subject to the rest of their lives. The majority of children also detest English because at schools teachers do not pay much attention to children’s progress, they are just hurry to finish the program they are required to execute. Nobody is interested in coming up with some extraordinary ideas and show that the educational process could actually be a real fun.” My responses had always been of the skyscraper ones.

“Sure, especially when you attend courses with your best friend and you have a terrific teacher. When we went for the first time we had thoughts that it would be a wicked old lady like at university with lots of homework and with everything in that context.”, he replied.

I was melting just reading it. The stir of emotions avalanched me, the sentiment of not being worthless covered me into its warmness. So this was my response:

“Ahahahaahah, that’s why I am the only one teacher who doesn’t hold much truck with system of seniority, as I want to create ambience far from school one that students come with willingness but not like to the drudgery. You are either his friend or a number one enemy.”

“That’s it! This is the reason why we always attend classes with the real pleasure. And Adam says that one hour, it is not enough, he says that he has just got into stride when the lesson has already finished”, he continued.

That was really sweet of him to say this so I decided that I could offer them to practice more at my break time as it was not hard for me and it would be really beneficial for their progress. Moreover, it would be free of charge as if I see the real volition in people to excel at my subject.

Surely they weren’t against it and very grateful for this.

Then I decided to proceed with our conversation and made a step towards personal information. So I asked:

“Why did you choose to study stomatology, is it your choice or you were told to do it?”

To my surprise his reply was quite long which I hadn’t anticipated at all.

“You know, when your family is a dynasty of seamen, start from sailors finishing with captains on subconscious level you realize that everyone is expecting you to do the same thing. And when your father is away for 2,4,6 months from home, this is not very cool. So, I thought why didn’t try to follow my mother’s steps and become a doctor. It was not reasonable enough to become a therapist so my mum advised me to apply for stomatology. I wasn’t against, I thought it would be interesting until I started to study biology and chemistry in high school. But there was no way back. However, I had never had something like: You are going there, you will be living there and something like that. I passed the state exam, “Mum, dad, there is a university in Krag, I am going there”. I packed my things, took documents and flied there.”

I was glad to hear that it was his choice, as for me my study at university was kind of a servitude action. I wanted to finish high school but my mum had another opinion and some of the teachers had whispered her that it would be better for me to have two educations rather than accomplishing high school. My desire was completely mortified when I failed Math exam in order to enter Pedagogical College to be a primary teacher. To be honest, I had done it on purpose as I longed for being an interpreter not a teacher but there were no programs after secondary school. Eventually, my mum said to me that I was going to enter a college where my cousin used to study promising me that along with it I would also take up language courses, I bought it, for good or for worse. I studied management, economics and accountancy, doing my best at it but having no enthusiasm at all. During lessons I was thinking about my evening language classes and that brought me joy. In fact it was my place of refuge from the problems I was facing during college time. I wasn’t quite popular at first year of college. I did my best at learning process and extracurricular activities but my group mates were vicious with me. I was a Christian, vulnerable girl with big pink spectacles who believed in good and tried to create the same atmosphere around myself. However this produced a result of public ridicule and ever-lasting bullying by boys and girls who were of other kind. I didn’t understand why they were behaving like this, as deep inside they were great chaps I could see it, but that didn’t change their attitude towards me. Probably, they had some insecurities and problems of their own which they put on me in that form to deal with their stuff. That time I wished eagerly for revenge of any kind. I wanted everyone of them to feel the pain I felt when I cried myself out to sleep because of their actions. Would I be revengeful with them now? No, not at all. Firstly, because they had to put up with other hardships in their lives, secondly, I learnt valuable lessons and it made me stronger and turned into a person who I am now. I can even tell them thank you. The best revenge is your success and self-respect and self-love which you can give to others as well. Negativity towards others destroys us. Anyway let’s comeback to the things we have now. I was surprised that Haim had chosen Krag to study in. Our town was impregnated with supermarkets running by big heads who were always in a continual rat race between each other in order to demonstrate who was richer and more powerful. No wonder that both of them were also integrated in the world of politics, playing deputes and goodwill ambassadors. Most of the factories weren’t working as it wouldn’t bring much profits to those high circles of society, even though the local production would be beneficial for common people of our town, but whom we were needed to. To nobody. There were many churches to show how religiously minded our town was. Indeed the majority of the population visited those sacred places but when you saw those God orientated members in real life most of the times you wanted to puke or become an atheist. As for me I believed in high powers without affiliating myself with any religion. But we will get back later to this discussion, my dear reader. So, I wondered how he might like Krag.

Haim told his story. He landed, took a taxi from the airport (there is only one airport in the whole city) and while he was going he was shocked by the view as the place where he lived was sunny, with mountains, seaside, beautiful architecture and here all gloomy with nothing to fancy around and he was realizing that was where he was doomed to spend next 7 years of his life. And for two 2 years he was looking forward when he would come back home. Nevertheless when he came back home he asked to himself: “What am I actually doing here? Everything has changed” so since then Krag has become his hometown by choice.

“Reframing happened, perhaps you have grown and people who are around you now are giving you the feeling of being at home the place where you are meant to be. As for me I had the only place where I could feel myself like home. But it closed for me for good regarding my old age. It is clinical hospital for children where I spent a good half of my childhood. Normal people say that I am all out of sorts but it is not of their business. I love this place, I didn’t even execute the right to go home at weekends, even we were allowed to do so. We were allowed to walk there, we had entertainment programs, we had school there but then I grew up.”, that was my response.