I used chat gpt to translate from my native language.
It’s my text. But in a bit better translation than casually.
While in Montenegro, I momentarily forgot everything.
Something that had been troubling me.
I still believe that traveling helps us liberate ourselves, but not escape.
Of course, I’d like to escape as well… Far away. From everything.
But is that even possible? Is it possible, even for a minute, to hide from oneself? Many people try, and unfortunately, I suspect many fail.
When you have the blue sea before you, the kind eyes of friends, a dozen passing boats, some nostalgic songs playing in the background… You feel good. But deep inside, you remain the same. No matter how far you travel or where you go – we carry ourselves everywhere. Even when we desperately wish we didn’t! And in some ways, isn’t that strange?
At times I feel the need to express myself in English instead of my first language. Even when talking to myself inside my head (inner monologue, they call it), I may briefly switch to English. It happens randomly, I can’t link it to any particular topic.
By contrast, even though my French is also good, I rarely if ever use it, unless I’m talking to my friends in France or Belgium.
