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I am Bipolar, and what? Or just a girl, who is looking for the future. Call me Rya.

Lithuanian language I

Hello, my dear friend,

Today I am not going to talk about politics, morality or something like that. No, today I am going to teach you.

I was born in family with three mother tongues. ( So, sorry for my broken English). Of one them is Lithuanian with 3,0 million native speakers and spoken in Baltic region. If you are interested to learn more about this language history, click here.

But now, let’s study.

First of all, Lithuanian alphabet has 32 letters. To see all of them and to hear the pronunciation you can in this video from youtube.

But it is not the most important thing, because Lithuanian phonetics is not so killing as English. And to learn to introduce yourself is more useful. So, let’s try.

My – mano [ mano:], name – vardas [ vardas], is – yra [ i:ra]

So, the sentence My name is Victoria sounds as – Mano vardas yra Viktorija.

How it could be seen, we pronounce how it is written. Then.

I am Victoria is Aš esu Viktorija. ( The word I – aš, we say as
[ aʃ ])

How to say Hi:

Good morning – labas rytas

Good evening – labas vakaras

Good night – labanakt

In Lithuanian we have Good day – laba diena. ( Between morning and evening.)

Hi – sveikas

Hello – labas

Welcome – sveikas atvykęs ( in the word atvykęs ęs you pronounce as in the word cat.)

How are you? – Kaip sekasi?

Good – gerai

Bad – blogai

Not bad – neblogai


Thank you – dėkui, ačiū

You are welcome – prašau


at home – namie; home – namas

where? – kur?; in the school – mokykloje, in the garden – sode. ( we use grammatical case, but about it later if you would be interested, my dear friend.)

To – į ( as in the word key); to the school – į mokyklą, to the job – į darbą ( grammatical case again)

From – iš as [ iʃ ]) fro airport – iš oro uosto, from train station – iš autobusų stoties ( grammatical case again.)

Some more words:

Country – šalis, city – miestas, street – gatvė

a job – darbas, a school – mokykla, a student – studentas

First – pirmas, second – antras, third – trečias

A bag – kuprinė, minute – minutė, a desk – suolas

Some questions

Can you reapeat? – Ar gali pakartoti?

How to write this? – Kaip tai parašyti?

Where is it? – Kur tai yra/ randasi? ( if we talk about place)

What is your name? – Koks tavo vardas?

How ols are you? – Kiek tau metų?


So, I think, for today it is enough. I know, I am not the best teacher, but if you would be interested to know something more, write to me.

For the end I leave one Lithuanian song here. It was made for children, so just take fun.

I have to finish my black tea. So, have a nice day, my lovely friend.

With love,

Yours Rya

Birthday Fundraiser for Old Friends Senior Dog Sanctuary

Hi again, my dear friend,

After one week here will be my birthday and, to be honest, for me this day does not mean so much like should. But this year I decided to change one thing – I do not want to get anything, I do not need a big party… I decide to give something.

Yeh, you have read well. For my birthday I would like to give something.

And this year to Old Friends Dog Sanctuary. To them, who can non take care of their-self, have been thrown away and forgotten.

I know, you do not have to do it. But my dear friend, think one more time. Maybe you can find one coin and some free time? If yes, please, donate in this link.

It does not matter, how much, it does not matter, if you can not. Anyway, know, I love you, you are amazing, my friend.

With love,

Yours Rya

Story of Bon Bon

Hello, my dear friend,

First of all, let me say, I am so happy, that you are here. And I do not want to moralize you. I only want to show, how much we, people, can do.

And I do not talk about saving our Earth from Global warming, pollution, tuberculosis, corruption or coming ( or not) Third World War. No, I am not talking about so global things. Enough to look around yourself. Not only we need to get help. Not only we want to be saved.

My dear friend, look around the streets, animal shelters, your neighbors houses. While you cry for your shoes, your hair, your clothes, here are many pets, that do not have food, toys and normal family.

I agree, here are many children too who had not happy childhood and good parents. But let’s be realistic – to adopt a pet is easier than a child. And at least you will make someone happy. Someone, who will love you forever.

But like I have said, I was not ready to moralize you. Here is my story, how I first time met Bon Bon.

In 2017 summer I decided, I do not want to work, I want to do volunteering. Before I have never tried it, because my family was against that, but finally I did it and finding one of animal shelters in my city, I called to them with question, maybe I could help with something. And I was so satisfied running to one organization next day.

As I remember, all my life I love animals. I always wanted to have a dog or a cat. That day was memorable to me. Because I met my small westie dog ( The West Highland White Terrier). When I asked about him, the leader of this organization has said, he is sitting here already two years and no one put him. Pure westie was sitting there two years and, my dear friend, do you know, why?

It is not because he is angry, he does not love people or is not smart, because it is absolutely on the contrary.

My dear friend, it is only because we, people, are used to have new things. Pityingly I can say that animals for us are just things. And when we are tiered of them, we throw them away. As it was with Bon Bon. So cute name for so long story. Did you know a bonbon is a sweet or small confection, especially a small bun coated in chocolate?

But… Returning to our story about Bon Bon. Amazing dog, amazing mind, amazing creature, which had terrible past.

At first this puppy squad was made for business. People, knowing that animals are helpless, used them for their own purposes. Bon Bon was one of them.

But someone called to the organization of saving animals and all dogs were taken away to animal shelters.

Two years Bon Bon was waiting for someone who would take him at home. His only dream was to have a family. And when the first time I saw him, I fell in love. After another three days Bon Bon already was at our home. He did not know, how to play, how to walk and where to sleep. He was afraid, we will take away his food and will leave him on the street after first walking outside. But now he is happy. He is a part of our family.

My dear friend, I am not waiting for good comments or respect. I just wanted to say, do not care only about yourself. You can do more, than you can imagine.

And as has said Antoine de Saint-Exupery: ” You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”

With love,

Yours Rya

Am I Bipolar?

Hi again, my dear friend,

I hope you are doing well, what I could not say about myself. Do not worry, everything is okay, except one thing… Yesterday I visited a doctor and… I have known I have Bipolar Disorder.

It is nothing, because I am used to be freak, weird and etc… But to know that I will never become like a normal human does not make me happy…

I just want to be happy.

With love,

Yours Rya

Milan. Or where did I leave my rose-colored glasses?

Hello, my dear friend,

I do not know, what is your reason for being here, but I want to say thank you, because you let me show my world. To share it…

But… Forget about my annoying introduction. In my first post I have written about my dream to visit Italy. Now I will answer, why…

I am from Lithuania. Here people are enough rough, angry, closed… Cruel and intolerant. Maybe someone could say, do not be so negative, your fantasies are too big, look around you, people are amazing… And yes, I believed to this fucking shit, which I have heard from my family, teachers, psychologists… But not friends… I did not have friends. Do you want to know, why? Because I am ginger. And in the school to have hair like mine is the worst thing, which could happen to child… Everyone… They mocked me and said, I am too ugly. Funny, right? You cannot be yourself and it is normal… I changed many schools and places… Everywhere is the same. Even in the university the girls from my course called me strange, ginger, freak, idiot. I only wanted to be accepted into society… But I am used. The life learned to get rid of emotions and I just was waiting for time, when I will get an opportunity to leave Lithuania, to leave people there, to forget my past and finally to get the future. After all my depression, loneliness, discrimination, sleepless nights in the library and doubts I though, I will be happy studying in Italy, where people are more open, tolerant, used to communicate with foreign students… But my stereotypes killed my dream… My dream about sunny place with amazing people… My pink glasses covered not only my eyes…

In August of 2018 years I had my first trip to Italy. I arrived to Milan Malpensa airport and after long day decided to stay there for one night in one cheap hostel.

Yes, you can find cheap place for one night in Milan, if you make booking in website I have payed 20 euros for one room with terrace and another 2 girls. I do not remember, how many rooms were there – 3 or 4, but I remember two toilets and bathrooms and one big kitchen. It was a hostel, so, do not expect something wow. But with absolute conscience I could say, that hostel was only thing I liked in Milan.

Let see the view from my side. If you are a foreign tourist, do not worry. You do not need to know Italian language for communication with local people… Most of them even are not Italians. During my travel I have met Russian woman, which had a problem with city’s map, many Chinese, Spanish, Americans and emigrants (with them is another story). But… Could you believe? In Milan I have not heard someone talking in italian language? Even in the shops and hostel…

But maybe it is not so big problem. Maybe even it is not a problem. But let me tell, what does it mean to be a white and ginger girl there.

First of all, nobody looks at you serious. You are one more white girl, who came to find a boyfriend. You are a bitch, who wants to steal poor Italian guy. Who wants to get rich, to eat in the famous restaurants and bla bla bla… Yes, you are just a bitch and Italians are so amazing, so beautiful, so perfect, that because of them you left your country and arrived there to find l‘amore. They are nationalists. For them it does not matter, why are you here, who you are or something more than, you have never tried pasta? How is it possible? It is terrible… But not as that thing with emigrants, when they try to fall in love with every white girl, who has an European passport.

To be honest, I am very polite and tolerant person. For me it has never been important, which color is your skin, eyes, hair. How tall you are or what is your weight. All my life I am jealous to people, who have black hair and brown eyes…

My dear friend, if you are still reading this, do not forget, you are amazing. You are only one in the world. I will not find another person as you. Your friends too… Like your family and teachers…

But discrimination exists… I felt it in my country and I thought it cannot be worse, but I was wrong… In Milan are many emigrants. Many streets, where it is danger to walk for a white girl like me. Because for black people you are one more stupid white girl… But, human, the world has to wake up and understand one thing… If you are white, it means nothing. If you are black, it means nothing too. We are separated by skin color… And forgot, what does it mean to be a simple human. Without discrimination, sexism, racism and bullying.

I want to say thanks for this opportunity. Maybe your experience in this country was more successful, but I saw, everywhere people are the same. Just in Lithuania they mocked me because of my ginger hair and freckles. In Italy it was because of my too white skin and gender. I am only stupid young girl looking for adventures… I am not racist. I am realistic.

But, my dear friend, if you got my mind, it is time to make sure, what is the color of your glasses.

With love,

Yours Rya

Blackjack? Or how did I decide to study in Italy?

My dear friend,

First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Victoria. My surname is Chemerovskaya, but it is unofficial. Not because I do not want to reveal my personal data. I have one nasty story about myself and maybe one day I will be enough brave to admit, who I am, and to write it here. It is true, we all have a dark side inside us which we would like to hide from the outside world. And I am not happy having it, but basta about it.

About 2 years ago, in summer, when I have finished school and have gotten a certificate, the time to choose my future plans came very fast. I had an idea to study medicine. I passed the biology exam and was ready to send my application to the university. I was thinking a lot. I asked myself, will I be happy studying medicine? Because it takes a lot of patience, time and will. I understood, I am not a right person for that. I do not have enough patience, I like liberty and I need to have a free time for creativity, literature, writing and drawing. Mother, sorry, but my dream from childhood was only my dream.

When I was 8 years old, in the school teacher has given to everyone a paper balloon, where we could write our ambitions and dreams. On mine it has been written: “One day I will become a doctor.” Words of child. Many years have passed and I realized. Being a child I did not want to become a doctor. I only wanted to help to other people. To make them happy. To change something. I still want to do it. But I do not want to be a doctor.

I had some days for thinking, what do I want to do now. It was not easy. I do not like socialization, economics and everything, what includes communication with other people. Remembering all my dreams of childhood I decided – Italian language and literature is for me. You will ask, why? To be honest, I do not. I always had one stupid dream to study in Italy, to see this country from inside. I do not have more arguments. Also I love Latin language, literature and theater. So, literature + Italian culture + languages = Italian language and literature. Easy math.

Already on September I moved to Vilnius. I got the dormitory there and found one amazing friend, who was an anchor for me that long months. She is studying Russian language and literature.

I was one of students, who have exchanged parties to the library, because my goal was to participate in the Erasmus program next year. I was not sure, when. Professors said, it is too early for you. Wait a little bit. But I do not have patience and also my friend, who has sent the application to Turkey, said to me, do it. And I did. After many documents, tears and stress I have successfully entered the Genoa University. I had many doubts. I can say honestly; I was so naive. But about it later. I have to finish my red wine.

With love,

Yours Rya