sestdiena, 2016. gada 5. marts

Things sure change at a quick pace for sure.

Eh... where to begin?
I guess I start to wonder once again. Just where and how, and why exactly am I writing this again...
Well. I guess by now we have established a solid idea of me performing self-reflection have we not?
And... this is what's gonna happen now cause...
I need this. Not you. Not him. Not some random guy across the globe. This is for me. And if you stumble upon this. Well. I feel sorry for you my weary traveler, cause what I have to say might not be the easiest to digest for 2 main reasons.
A. Potatos have went down. Big potatos. Ones I hadn't even ever imagined of facing.
B. All of this... well... I think I have come a bit closer to understand how the "old me" used to feel and think when writing those poems cause well... potatos...
Eh. Well. How to better get of with my point.
War. War never changes. Or so they say. I personally disagree. In my humble opinion as with all in life there are things that change and things that stay the same. Core and point of things stay the same, but the form and shape of it does tend to evolve. Let's continue on with our example of war. Same ol' idiocracy, retardedness and bloodshed brought to by ambitions of mad-men and morons, but the shape of it has evolved throughout the ages. From sticks and stones to nuclear weapons of mass destruction. Things do change. Sometimes it takes a long time for them do so. Sometimes it happens suddenly. Oh all too sudden. With a drop of the beat, ring of the phone. And another person dies. Death. It is with us. And if there is anything that truely doesn't change it is its nature. So cold. So dark. So mysterious. All of will have to pass through the veil and face our mortality. That's how life goes. People die and we remain here. Left with this feeling of empitness and sorrow. Disturbing. Just how normal everything seems though all has changed and nothing will ever be the same. Life is death. And death is life. To every end though we can seek a new beggining. This is hope of life. How ironic. We are sentenced to die. Yet we do all to hang on to this life. Haven't we evolved medicine for this very purpose? Maybe. Maybe just to keep our soldiers from dying... all of life at end connects back to death doesn't it huh? Well... In the words of Darkest Dungeon - This game is all about making the most out of a bad situation. And I guess that fits everywhere. Life. That's what it is about. Making the most out of it. Don't waste it. Go evolve. And do something productive. Cause stagnation is death and there are so many wonderful things one could do at the moment. Help somebody. Do some recording, writing. Don't be a fool who doesn't want to do anything productive. eh... people die and it hurts, but you know... we all gotta deal with this. This is real life. It is painful. But we can do this, cause how otherwise you would explain us getting this far in the first place?
Phew... this was less depressing actually then I thought =D
Either way. Talking about productivity.
Started this thing a few weeks ago, but every month from now I'll be uploading at least one episode of a let's play or doing some streaming. At the moment my channel sucks, but don't worry! All will be made awesome!
As for a treat. Here you go. A lovely song from Epica
And my very 1st let's play video. Enjoy ^^

P.s. Might be switching to a different blogging service soon as wordpress well just quite don't fit with what I've got on my mind atm.
Infrigere regulas. Saupere audi. Carpe diem.
Have a nice day.
Charlie over and out.

svētdiena, 2016. gada 31. janvāris

Pārdomas dienas tumšākajā laikā. Bet vai tiešām?

Brīdinājums - teksta autors, nav kārtīgi rakstījis, nedz dzejojis jau vairāk kā gadu, tāpēc negaidiet brīnumus. Vai arī tieši otrādi. Your call.

Ak jel. Kur nu tas laiks. Pēdējais ieraksts veikts 2014. gada novembrī. Novembrī... izbrīns nedaudz un varbūt pat... es nezinu... ne gluži bailes, ne gluži neizpratne... apjukums? Arī nē. Nostaļģija? Vai arī vienkārši kaut kas pa vidu tam visam? Pa vidu visam šam milzīgajam karuselim ko par dzīvi mēdz dēvēt. Augšā, lejā, apmet cilpu tik ātri un aši, pat nepamanot, kur tas laiks aizskrien. Un tiešām, laiks ir aizskrējis nemanot. Nedaudz vairāk kā gads, kad šeit nekas nav darīts, bet vai jēga par to īpaši bēdāt? Cilvēki - tostarp arī es (jā es zinu, dažiem tas varētu būt pārsteigums, bet tā tiešām arī ir =D ) - nedrīkst stāvēt uz vietas, tiem jāatīstas. Galvenais, ka vismaz kaut kas tiek darīts. Mācības, vai privātās dzīves bīdīšana. Un lūk šeit arī esmu es. Cenšoties sazin ko izdarīt...
- Ko? 
Varbūt kāds domās man jautās. Un ja pavisam godīgi. Es neteiktu, ka man būtu ļoti liela apjausma par to, ko es te cenšos panākt. Varbūt lieki muldēt un plati muti virināt? Mēģināt izmainīt pasauli? Mācīt citiem savu dzīvi dzīvot? Nē... Tas nav priekš manis. Varbūt vismaz ne uz doto brīdi. Bet ziniet, kas manā galvā sāk izklausīties arvien labāk un labāk? Nu? Mēģinat uzminēt? Gada apskata veikšana! Vai uzminējāt? Varbūt jā, varbūt nē, bet ja vien šo jau lasāt, es pieņemu, ka tam nav īpaši liela starpība tāpēc vien turpināšu lēni drukāt.
Nu tad.
Ar ko īsti ir bijis iepriekšējais gads pildīts?
Jaunas iespējas? Jauni apstākļi? Jauni pienākumi? Viennozīmīgi. Būtu nedaudz tā ka loģiski, ka progresējot dzīvē šīs lietas nāk klāt.
Uj. Atvainojos. Jūs laikam esat viens no tiem cilvēkiem, kas lasa lai zinātu konkrētāk.
Nu ja runājam atklāti, tad aidā!
Man ir stabilas attiecības, nu jau 9 dienas esmu tētis. Tagad darbā tā vietā lai runātu ar mazajiem un sēdētu aiz liela galda - sēžu aiz vēl lielāka galda un runājos ar cilvēkiem no visām iespējamām pasaules malām un protams, kā tad bez galda - tas ir palicis tikai lielāks =D
Protams nedrīkst aizmirst pieminēt, ka jau kādu ilgāku laiciņu (vairāk jau kā gadu) patstāvīgi dzīvoju un uzturos Rīgā. Kas par pārsteigumu? 
Nu tāda man tā dzīve ir. Lēnā garā. Viena diena. Divas. Paiet mēnesis un lēnām viss mainās. Lieki minēt, ka arī mācos tam visam pa vidu. Šoreiz gan tā nav universitāte, vai koledža, vai pat augstskola, vai kursi. Nē. Tā ir mūsu visu mīļotā skarbā dzīves skola, kas neliek aizmirst, ka lai kāda dzīve būtu, tā ir un paliks - skaista maita. Skaista, bet dažkārt tāda maita, ka pat vissulīgākie mana plašā spektra lamu vārdi nespēs to raksturot. 
Kā jau es minēju sākumā. Es nezinu, ko tagad ar šo visu cenšos panākt. Pa dienu nolēmu, ka būs jācenšās būt nedaudz produktīvam. Vai nu kaut ko nedaudz izlasīt. Vai pašam uzrakstīt. Vai turpināt atrast labāko veidu, kā ierakstīt spēļu video lai tas būtu kaut cik pieņemami un pieklājīgi. Nu. Šeit Jūs redzat manu progresu. Nemāku teikt. Tas būtu daudz. Vai maz. Ceru, ka vismaz bija nedaudz interesanti uzmest aci manām pārdomām diennakts tumšajā laikā. Kaut gan. Vai šo visu var īsti nosaukt par pārdomām? Varbūt šī drīzāk ir pašrefleksija? Varbūt. Varbūt nē. Bet centīsimies būt produktīvi un veikt kārtējo atdzejojumu. Kuram šoreiz kritīs tā laimīgā loze? Tūlīt redzēsim.
* * * aptuveni 20 minūtes vēlāk * * *

 Tātad!

Dāmas un Kungi!
Atdzejojums nr. 10 - Tik dzīve vien.
Pārmaiņas pēc gan iesākumam.
Kāpēc šis dzejolis? Es tiešām nezinu. Kaut kā iekrita pa rokai un man to gribējās pārtulkot un uzlabot. Un ja godīgi? Vai vienmēr ir visam vajadzīgs kāds iemesls? Esmu gan centies saglabāt sākotnējo dzejoļa jēgu, bet lasot pārņem sajūta, ka to rakstījis ir pavisam cits cilvēks (kas savā ziņā taisnība vien ir), tāpēc jēga būs attālināta tā laika "kārlītim" un pietuvināta šī brīža Kārlim.
Bet nu turpinot par tēmu *ekhem* atdzejojums nr. 10 - Tik dzīve vien. Izbaudiet.

Tik dzīve vien.

Cik traka šī dzīve,
Sāpju karuselis vien,
No sākuma līdz galam,
Tā juku jukām skrien.

Gluži vai kā lāsts,
Tā turpina arvien,
Dzīvi kājām gaisā griezt,
Bet vai jau nepietiek?

Gauzties un lauzties,
Ar vienu - tevi,
Otru - mani,
Mēs dzīvosim arvien.

Iesim ceļu,
Tavu, manu,
Katram savs,
Bet vai man drīkst būt tavs?

Jo - kur nu kuram labs,
Citam gaužām traks,
Visus tomēr mūs nu vieno,
Ērkšķiem pildīts ceļš.
 
Tik sāpes,
Ciešanas vien,
Bet vai arī,
No tā kas neizriet?

Vai tiešām?
Dzīve tik vien ir kā sāpes vien?
Vai nevaram mēs mācīties?
Katru mīļu dien?


Nu ko lai saka nobeigumā. Angļu valodas versija nesekos. Vismaz ne tuvākajās pāris diennaktīs, ja vien netiks baigā garastāvokļa maiņa un mūzas ierašanās. Un arī laikam esmu sapratis, kāpēc es visu to rakstu. Pašrefleksija tomēr tā ir. Ko lai dara. Arī mani arvien turpina pārsteigt cik drūms es biju agrāk. Pašam drūmi paliek. Ar katru atdzejoto dzejoli, atdzejojums pārtot arvien savādāks un tiek tālāk no paša oriģināla. Un dažkārt sķiet, ka vairs neko tamlīdzīgu neveikšu. T.b. runājot par atdzejojumiem. Katrā gadījumā. Ceru, ka vismaz dažiem no Jums šis te viss sarakstītais patika un/vai lika padomāt.
Visu to labāko vēlot. 
Kārlis Balts
01.02.2016.

P.s.
Ja kādu interesē oriģināls.
Lūdzu. Lasiet un ciešat.

otrdiena, 2014. gada 25. novembris

A kind of a review on a book called - A streetcat named Bob By James Bowen

So let us begin shall we not?
What is this and why is this?
This. Well. As much of a fail it is, it's a review of a book.
What book? And why it's so important that it deserves a review by mua?
A streetcat called Bob. It's importance... well... that is something that gave me trouble.
Now don't get me wrong. It's not like this book would not be super-special awesome, but it's just that... well... I didn't quite know how to present it in a way that would present all of its awesomness and might, and the emotional strenght it holds, and honestly as I'm writing this I still don't know how to do it properly, but I made a promise to do it, so here I am.
It's rare for me to come across books that make me shed a tear or two. But this... this was special... I saw myself in this book. And I saw "Bob". Well. In a way. One thing was seeing the things that James saw and experienced in real life via my    imagination, but it was myself that I saw. Myself who had suffered from a serious drug addiction... I don't know... I honestly don't know what to say. I want to say a lot, but this book has left me speechless. It is true. It's about life. It's about everyone and all of us who has lost our meaning, who know how it feels to be at our worst and then to rediscover that YES! WE ARE HUMAN! WE ARE WORTH A LOT MORE THAN WHAT EVERYONE ELSE SAYS! We are. And that's saying a lot. We are human. We feel. We are happy. We are hurt. We live. And we struggle through this eternal battle called life. Because that's what the book reminded me of. This life. And how easy it is to slip into the daily illusions we give ourselves after our greatest battles have been won. We need to remind ourselves and everyone else how it is. How life really is. How it should be. Not easy. No. Then what would our lives be worth if all would come just at the snap of our fingers? ... Nothing I guess, then again I don't know. Maybe someone who has had it so easy could explain it to me...
This book.
This life.
James.
And Bob.
They reminded me.
Of who I was.
And how I met my "Bob".
I still don't know what to say.
Besides. All who hasn't. Read this book! It's a must have!
It's a true story by a man, who had lied to himself same as all of us had at one point, only to be reborn as a better, but still! It was his own choice. Because he could've always given the cat away to someone else or an animal shelter. But he didn't. He chose his life. He chose for his and Bobs sake to become a better man. To drop drugs for good. And to make himself an awesome man of destruction and doom and all else which is made of win. If you do read this James Bowen. I just want you to know of my thoughts. We all live our lives as we have chosen. And you chose the path which leads to becoming a better person. My girlfriend that I met a bit more then 3 months ago is my "Bob". And I hope I will be able to become as awesome as you have. YOu are a man of honor. And if by chance I ever visit London, or if by chance you ever decide to visit Latvia James, then we should definately get in touch and have a beer or two together, cause I'd love to hear how the story continues.
Well... ending remarks eh...
Not much of a review as just my impressions... But I can't jugde this in an objective manner cause this moved so much that just... well... I was like "awwwwwwwwwww" in almost every 2nd page and every chapter had its moments where I shed a tear or two. If I want to say something objective about it... well... A book for those who have loved, have lost, have dreamed, and have forgotten. We all have dreams, goals, aspirations, but it's up to us to become who we are meant to be.
Also in the end I want to add 3 songs.
1st one - Celldweller - Lost in time.

Kind of my theme song which I think James would like to say that it describes a time far gone.
2nd. Celldweller remix - Live the life.

In a way the tune of the book, cause that's what it's about. We have to take stuff in our own hands and life our own lives.
3rd. Cloud cult - noone said it would be easy.

Cause life. It harsh. But it's beautiful. And I doubt that it ever is easy.
Oh. And of course because both James and Bob is so awesome -

otrdiena, 2014. gada 19. augusts

When I feel like dying.

Sometimes I feel like dying. I bet you all can imagine the how it is. When something or someone triggers that emotion, or lack of them which makes us want not to exist. Why do I start with something like that? Well. Speaking the truth. Cause that's kind of how I feel at the moment. Well. Slightly. I wish for it all to be over, even though there is not much more here than just life itself and my death would only bring more suffering to everyone rather than any joy, but I like playing around with my emotions. My thoughts. It's funny. I know that I should have no objective reason to feel this way then again, when have you felt emotions because of objective reasons? Well. Maybe looking from an objective point of view something has just been so bad, that you feel even worse. Like the holocaust. Don't know if I wrote it correctly, but truth be told - don't care that much either - too lazy to check cause writing mood and don't want to alt+tab from the notepad screen which I'm slowly filling with this nonsense. Well. Maybe nonsense. Maybe not. Reflection of ones mind and inner world? Perhaps.
Ok moving on. Holocaust might be bad. Ok it. Both from an objective point of view and that's subjective opinion as well. But still. Don't we feel bad more because we with our subjective mind see things as sad? We see them as sad because they are sad to us, while some people might encourage said actions because they believe such acts are good according to their subjective point of view? Or is it now a question of morality and standarts? The inner-self and the greater evil? Greater good? Maybe? It's possible. Don't know for sure. I'm drunk on emotions. And I want to express them.
To be honest. I don't remember what point I had when I started writing. I had one. I'm pretty sure of that. Like c'mon. It's me. What did you expect? Random babble? Well. Could be if you know the full extent of my randomness. But this mirror of my inner self. In a way. And do you want to know what he is saying? I can tell you. But some might not listen. Some even might, but it doesn't mean they will hear. Nothing will change - unless you change it yourself. If by some weird reason reason you believe that you are the reason of all the problems, God bless, don't take this as proof that you are. Because even though the source problem can be found within ourselves quite often it doesn't mean it always is there. The biggest problem ussually is the mindset of a person. The way the percieve things and their mindset then twists and shapes the reality in all sorts of crude and ugly shapes. I have a subjective reason to feel like I would want to die. Why? Because the place I'm at - even though I'm kind of calling it home (for now and for most of my childhood) - it has painful memories that somehow manage to come back to the surface of my mind when I'm located here. Thank God and thanks to other people who have helped me overcome a lot of faults in my thinking I can accept that - Yes. I hate this place. Because of what happened. It doesn't it's a bad place per se. It just means it's a bad place for me now. But I can change it. I can not focus on it. And input my energy into something else. Something productive. And be reasonable about all this feeling down stuff while still thinking over it, in the meantime understanding that it ain't exactly what I need or what I should do. Instead. I should change it. And I shall.
All of us. I believe we can. We can change. And we change the world around us. We can help. As the motto of the Belgium goes - United we stand, divided we fall. Or something amongst those lines. I believe you get the picture. And in case my random babblings have gotten you down. Follow the instructions bellow:
a) get some balls of steel!
b) put some metal on! (or whatever you listen to)
c) ride out and enjoy the awesome adventure which is called life. Cause you deserve it!
P.s. About why these 2 songs. Well. A. They are both awesome. And B.) It depends on your subjective judgement, but the same person can be both a hero and a monster at the same time. Kinda like Hitler.

pirmdiena, 2014. gada 21. jūlijs

Piezīmes sev apdomājot dzīvi


Nu tā. Ir apnicis būt nomāktam. Tam esmu gana daudz pēdējā laikā ļāvies un centies uzlikt masku. Tāpēc pie dirsas visu. Dzīve ir skaista. So. KKas jauns un šoreiz arī latviski. Ceru jums patiks :)

Piezīmes,
Sev - ejot pa ceļu,
Seko piemērs - cerību stars,
Laimes un prieka - sajūta, miers,
Mirklis un dziesma,
Mute un miesa,
Vārds, tā spēks,
Palicis tikai - nākotnes lāsts,
Ceļš tik grūts,
Skaties kur mūc,
Ka kājas nepaklūp,
Jo dzīve, tā cieta,
Kā no dimanta lieta,
Paša rokām nopulēta,
Mūsu darbiem ieveidota,
Cīnoties ar trūkumu,
Tā apmierina tavu vajadzību.
Dzīve -
Te nu būs, tava rota,
pildīta bēdām, raudām,
Tā izaicinājumiem pilna,
Bet neviens neteica, ka būs viegli,
Kalt šo rotu,
Nest savu kalnu,
Uzkāpt mēnesī,
Un nocelt zvaignes debesīs.
Tomēr dzīve.
Tā skaista mēdz būt.

Sooo. Nu jā. Un divas manuprāt labākās dziesmas no vienas (atkal jau manuprāt) no labākājām filmām ever.

Dewey Cox story: Walk Hard

pirmdiena, 2014. gada 7. jūlijs

Chess pieces.

Another post fully in english eh. Why? Well... I don't know for sure myself, but maybe because my heart is a bit heavy and it's easier to perform self-reflection this way. Well. Somewhat.
So today. I'm going to talk bout chess pieces. Not chess. But chess pieces. There is a clear distiction between the two. One is a strategic game where players both start on the same ground with the same conditions and a battle of wits, tactics and strategy ensues. The others. They are just a part of the game. The most important one at that. Cause if not for the chess pieces we could not have this game. And just as every other piece, I too am a part of this game. But where do I stand? I ain't just a simple pawn anymore, so that role is out of the question. I'm not that full of myself to demand the role of the king. Well. Not yet at least. Me - a queen. Now that would be funny, but sadly that's not the one either. Even looking beyond the whole gender thing, my strenght and influence doesn't reach nearly as far as that of a queen. Could I be a rook? Not even close. Well. Perhaps in the future, but I'm not the type of a person who can just keep going straight. A knight? Maybe. I am kind of jumping around all the time and I am quite the trickster who manages to pull of amazing stunts in a situation with no way out, but there is another piece I associate myself more with. So that leaves me with just one option. The bishop.
Why the bishop?
Well... the way I see it. As a piece the bishop has real trouble going straight. In order to get to the tile 2 spaces in front of him, he needs to moves. He can jump all around, but without the support of others he ain't that good on his own. A bishop is a man tied to religion, which I can also reference myself to. Even though they should be dedicated to religion, there are multiple accounts of the inner struggle between the right and wrong, as man of God are often submitted to temptations. Indeed. It takes a lot of strenght and faith in order to overcome these temptations. Even though they cold be educated in many matters, sometimes this extra knowledge means a lack of knowledge in many other spheres. Thus comes a lifetime of learning more and more bout oneself, the world and God.
Alas. We come to this. Last but not least. They are at the side of each king and queen. I had my queen. But her path was not meant to be crossed with mine. I found another. But she chose another man. I had a king. But my path led away from him, cause I had learned what I needed to be able to move on. Funny. But just a few days ago I managed to lose another queen. I can't help a person unless they are willing to help themselves. Noone can. I don't know. Whether it's hope. Or intuition. Certainly I hope it's the last, cause mine is so accurate at times that it starts getting creepy, somehow I think the future events have been shown to me. Oh well. We will see. I just hope that when the time comes, that God will drive me in the right direction.
I don't know. Maybe it helped. Maybe it did not. Maybe it was just a random rambling, to be shattered upon the rock. Rock of future. Rock of faith. Rolling on. Waiting for the sky, to fall down upon, once to be obeyed by the law, picking out the very shortest straw. Well. Who knows. Maybe all of us. On some deeper level. Maybe none. Nontheless. Life is fun. Beautiful. Harsh. And rough. It's a matter of opinion. Cause even the most rainy day, can have a silver lining. Just look close enough. Maybe you'll see. All the priceless beauty - in front of thee.
So yeah. The argumentation might be a bit weak. Depends on how you look at it. But I wanted to do this. So here I am.
Question. Which chess piece would you pick for yourself?
And what would my blog be without another nice song. Or a song and an ost from a very awesome anime with a good plot:D
So people. Enjoy.
And once again blogger doesn't want me to find the video  I want from it's youtube video adder. Something is weird. Is this a conspiracy or something so only the familiar names could be heard? I dunnoh. Well. Here is the video.
Also as an extra added bonus. Some more Trigun ost.


 And the translation for the song as it in Japanese:
So... On the first night,
a pebble falls to the earth from somewhere.

So... On the second night,
The pebble's children hold hands and sketch a waltz.

Sound life

So... On the third night,
The children of the waltz cause ripples on the face of the world

So... On the fourth night,
the children of the wave spray the shore.

Sound life

So... On the fifth night,
those shards strike the face of the earth over and over.

So... On the sixth night,
those signals bring travellers together.

Sound life

So... On the seventh night,
a weightless ship races to the sky.

So... On the eighth morning,
a song from somewhere reaches my ears.

Sound life

Well then... A song that has recorded everything
echoes to the new sky.

Sound life
Sound life

trešdiena, 2014. gada 2. jūlijs

Holyland

Soooo.... This entry is going to be english. Don't like it? Then leave. Cause I'm going to talk bout stuff that you can read online in english only. So yeah. Huh. Erm. Where to begin? I guess with the cause. Which would be? Doing something productive? Middle of night. Yeah I know. Not the best time. But I'm an owl and I work better at night. Besides. Wasn't able to fall asleep, so decided to finally do this. Do what? Well the title kind of gives it away, but write this poem actually. It has been a long time since something has moved me so emotionally that I'm willing to write something just cause of it. Some of my poems were just attempts to recreate. The spark. The muse. The link. Call it whatever. If you write prose or poetry I think you should get the point. But let's not get offtopic shall we? By now you might/might not have forgotten what mentioned earlier. That I was inspired. This thing. It was a manga. One of the damn best ones I've read so far actually. It's kind of bout martial arts. Kind of. But. It's much more. It's about life. Living. Finding your place. And being yourself. I can't explain it no matter how well I tried. All else that I want to mention is that I cried near the end. The ending contains a HUUUUUGE plot twist. You might. Might not see it coming. If you did. Well. You certainly know your assholes. Go and check it out by clicking here.
Wanted to put in a wikipedia article, but they don't really have it - surprise, surprise eh?
So without further delay - the poem I talked about - and the song which I was listening to while writing this.
Hmmm. For some reason the usual way how to add videos doesn't allow me to add the video here. Weird. Well. Just click here for the song then.

Holyland

So here I was,
In the middle of the road,
Lonesome traveller,
Carrying on,
Searching far and wide -
For a place to call my own.
Somewhere to stay -
Where I could belong,
And grow on my own.
This, mine, your and ours - holyland .

So there I am,
Middle of the fight,
Crusader of truth,
In the neverending battle of life,
Looking for knowledge,
In this place of mine.
Sometimes I know -
We will need to hold the line,
Can we do that?
To protect which is that -
Our holyland.

There I will be,
Striving for glory,
Justice and might.
Intrigue and romance -
What a fancy sight,
To be seen beyond the curtain,
Stepping through which,
Almost impossible seems.
One step at a time,
It doesn't get closer.
Two steps and I'm tired of trying.
Enough is enough.
My decision is set.
I shall cross the veil,
I - will be there,
your, their, but especially - mine,
In the holyland.