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Antaya and her stories

We all love stories – long stories and short ones, hillarious anecdotes, love dramas of all time, or sensational accounts to suit the new century. There are plenty of them around… , however, the most important are the stories of our life.

When an adventure begins, an adventure of our own life, we notice that it is us who are writing the story of our life. It is us who both direct the movie and play the main roles. What is more, we gradually become aware of a kind of an amazing background force which binds all the individual screenplays together, and unfurls a range of options so our stories are most beautiful.

Every morning when Antaya opens her eyes, a brand new story comes to life. Sometimes it is virgin and fresh, and sometimes it involves unfinished plots from the past. While discovering herself Antaya had come to conclusion that every story acts as some kind of an astonishing teacher.

All the stories have become for her an individual and almost intimate way to discover the truth. “Who am I?” – she whispers the question every morning – and life keeps bringing her answers in a form of stories.

Why don’t we follow her way? Let us make up stories of our own – and the world will be better with every single emotion and every moment of self-reflection.

Avra

and her identity express

Avra stood on a platform. She put down her suitcase and looked at the timetable: “DEPARTURES - Identity 8:00.” The train was to arrive in a minute. Just a few people were waiting on the platform. “At least no crowding…
Imera and her consciousness - illustration by Yasmine

Imera

IMERA AND HER CONSCIOUSNESS

Imera sat on the edge of a pier and dipped her feet in the somewhat waving lake. She could sense a warm sunny touch all over her body. The first day of her long-awaited summer holiday felt good. She took…

Mantari

THE ONE WHO DECIDES TO SACRIFICE HER LIFE FOR OTHERS

“For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate; he suffered death and was buried...” - these words repeated by the crowd made Mantari almost smile and she barely managed to supress it and show upon her face. A few…

Katula

AND HER STEAMING CAULDRON OF THOUGHTS

Like every morning, Katala sat on the sofa and embraced with her hands a warm cup of freshly-made coffee. She was watching it steaming delicately and vanishing over the brim of the cup. “If only my thoughts could depart just…

Casyana

AND HER INVIOLABILITY

Casyana was addicted to touching, that is being touched by other people. However, it was not rather about the physical touch related to body. She was dependent rather on being touched much more intensively by words, glances, and behaviour. Anybody…
Matala and her life without social labels - illustration by Yasmine

Matala

AND HER UNIQUE CHILD

Matala was longingly awaiting her second child. The first son, Kabu, a charming smartie, somehow foreshadowed another exemplary childbearing. The first glance, the first smile, the first steps, the first words - it all happened at a impeccable pace. She…

Anukha

AND HER MIRROR REFLECTION

There was a huge, full-length mirror in Anukha’s bedroom. She could see all of her tiny body in it, from top to bottom. She loved to watch herself, particularly when wearing her ballerina’s dress. Then her feet would pivot automatically and…

Antaya

and her perfectly ordered wardrobe

Antaya was an exceptionally well-behaved and orderly girl. Just like her wardrobe in which every single item had its designated place and purpose. Everything was to be put back onto its proper shelf, hung according to the colour code and…