November 2, 2010
Author: Anna Sulewska
Photo: Anna Sulewska & Thomas Alboth
We met the Gipsy King in Moldova, became good friends with a poor family in the autonomous republic Transnistria, fell in love with Crimean landscape, hated corrupted Russian police, had a good rest in Chechen villages in Georgia, melt in 42 Celsius degrees in Azerbaijan, got wet in Nagorno-Karabakh, were asking questions about Turkey in Armenia and about Armenia in Turkey. And all this with a small, not even one year old daughter Hanna. And all this against a common opinion that from the moment of having a baby your world is over.
Our generation travels around the world, there and back, from a hostel to a couch found by Hospitality Club. Our generation creates international couples, speaking two or even three languages. Our generation believes that world belongs to us and nothing can change this freedom. Until certain point…
This point, in too many cases, is pregnancy. The time of expecting this sweet, international, multilingual baby, sometimes even made during a trip or in another country. Time of thinking about how life is changing, how much it will not be the same anymore. At this time many couples are deciding about “the last” trip, with a growing belly, but still only in two. Because later on the backpack will change into a stroller, books into diapers, conferences into walks to the park and traveling into visiting grandparents.
But it doesn’t have to be like this. We (a Polish-German couple met in Brussels during an international conference) decided that baby will not change our dreams but that we can share those dreams with the baby. Dreams about traveling.mladiinfo