Baskadia

Part of life

Use all time with your self

Life quotes part 1

True facts😊

The white part of eternity

Believe

Art is a part of life never look done on any because it's means to others

Do your own part,u can never satisfy anyone in the world

The troubles in the world are too much for one person to carry,u have to do ur part.

A short Story part 1

Here is a short romantic story of two friends.. Mary and Alex.

The paradox of death part 1

The end of the beginning in the eyes of the paradox

iron man part 2

Usagi

My Clicks part 2

This are my previous captured photos from my beautiful plants and don't care about the credits i cared about how people appreciate my work so that i will be motivated from your reaction and advice good or bad comments are highly appreciated.

Bus love Story part2

So I was doing just that, resting at a bus stop on one of those rare instances when a bus came by. It was more of an old truck than a bus but then, Cubans are not fussy about the type of transport, as long as it transports. And like all modes of Cuban transportation, it was packed tight with people. As a traveler in Cuba, you quickly learn to change your idea about personal space. At any rate, the truck, belching smoke, pulled up and el recaudador, the guy who rides the back of the vehicle and takes the money, opened the door to let me in the truck. I waved it off, explaining that I was not waiting for the bus. El recaudador looked at me and smiled and said, “Vámos” let’s go! I smiled back and said no thank you. “Vámos a mi casa!” Let’s go to my house! He thought that was sure to work! I smiled again and gave them the look at said, “nice try but no thank you”. But he wasn’t finished trying to lure me to his love pad. Tip 100 Satoshi for more

i call this bus love story part 1

I was sitting at a bus stop. This is either a very clever or a very dumb opening for a book about walking. Hopefully, you’ll pick clever and keep reading. So let me explain. Cuba’s bus stops are havens of shade in an otherwise, hot and sunny country and these concrete boxes with benches served many purposes for me on my 64 day solo walk across the Caribbean’s largest island. They were places to sit where the otherwise omnipresent ants would not crawl up my shorts and bite me painfully on the inner thigh. I could prop my backpack up out of the dirt and dig around for a snack. I could stop and write in my journal or just watch the world go by. They were also great places to meet people and I had some fascinating conversations in these oases. Oh, and yes, on occasion a bus would come by. - Tip 10 to read more

ENEMIES ARE NOT GOD part 2