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10/06/2026

I thought I was ordering flowers.

What I really received was a lesson.

A lesson about distance, gratitude, technology, and a flower called Alstroemeria that somehow became part of a much larger story.

Some things travel farther than airplanes.

Article:
Some Things Begin Only After You Leave

10/06/2026

Some journeys do not end at the airport.

Sometimes the real story begins thousands of kilometers later, standing in front of your own mirror and realizing that something inside you has quietly changed.

A story about Kenya, gratitude, online flowers, and the strange way some people remain present even after you have already gone home.

09/06/2026

One day I realized that in Kenya almost everything happens through a phone.

Taxi? Phone.

Bank? Phone.

Shopping? Phone.

Veterinary care for Mica? Phone.

Payment on the beach? Phone.

I started wondering whether, in an emergency, someone might try restarting a phone before calling for help.

The result is probably the funniest article I have written from Kenya so far.

The Most Jealous Phone in Kenya:
https://alexandervasko.wordpress.com/2026/06/08/the-most-jealous-phone-in-kenya/

Before leaving for Kenya, I prepared thoroughly. One phone. A translator app. Two chargers. A passport. Yellow fever vaccination certificate. Printed visa documents in full color. Color is importan…

08/06/2026

power outage in Kenya was supposed to be a story about electricity.

Instead, it became a story about a mathematics teacher.

Standing in a dark corridor in Ruiru, thousands of kilometers from home, I suddenly remembered a sentence spoken to me decades ago:

“You will study mathematics. Your mother already knows.”

At eighteen, I thought she was mistaken.

Years later, I finally understood what she really saw.

Not mathematics.

A pattern.

A way of thinking.

Some teachers leave lessons.

Others leave a compass.

New story:

https://alexandervasko.wordpress.com/2026/06/06/the-corridor-between-two-lives/

07/06/2026

In Kenya, a storm arrived.

Then darkness.

Then silence.

And then, unexpectedly, a memory.

Not of Africa.

Not of travel.

Not of adventure.

A memory of a mathematics teacher standing beside a school window many years ago.

Sometimes life sends us back to old crossroads so we can finally understand what happened there.

This article is my thank-you to a teacher who saw the pattern before I did.

Read here:

https://alexandervasko.wordpress.com/2026/06/06/the-corridor-between-two-lives/

There is no ordinary time in Ruiru. Not on another continent. Not when you suddenly find yourself living inside a different rhythm of life. I thought I had already seen a lot. Electronic mosquito r…

07/06/2026

The electricity disappeared.

The Wi-Fi stopped blinking.

The television fell silent.

And a corridor in Kenya suddenly connected itself to a corridor in a Central European high school.

This is not a story about power cuts.

It is a story about a woman who recognized something in a young student long before he recognized it himself.

Some moments wait decades before they reveal their meaning.

My newest article:

https://alexandervasko.wordpress.com/2026/06/06/the-corridor-between-two-lives/

There is no ordinary time in Ruiru. Not on another continent. Not when you suddenly find yourself living inside a different rhythm of life. I thought I had already seen a lot. Electronic mosquito r…

06/06/2026

Some countries stay in your memory because of famous landmarks.

Some because of beautiful beaches.

And some because of a scent you never forget.

"Harufu Safari" is a story about an ordinary morning in Kenya that turned into an unexpected journey through memory, culture, curiosity... and one very determined cat.

Read here:

https://alexandervasko.wordpress.com/2026/06/05/harufu-safari/

06/06/2026

I thought I had already experienced everything Kenya could throw at me.

Mosquito tennis championships.

Visa adventures.

Champion washing machines.

Then one morning, a mysterious scent appeared in an apartment in Ruiru.

And Mica immediately knew something was going on.

A new story from Kenya:

https://alexandervasko.wordpress.com/2026/06/05/harufu-safari/

Life in Ruiru never followed an ordinary rhythm. By then I thought I had already seen everything. I had played late-night tennis against mosquitoes with an electric racket. I had witnessed mysterio…

06/06/2026

Some journeys begin with a plane ticket.

Others begin with a cup of Kenyan coffee, a curious cat, and a scent that refuses to leave the room.

What followed was an unexpected investigation conducted by one European traveler and one very suspicious kitten named Mica.

Harufu Safari – An Aroma Safari

https://alexandervasko.wordpress.com/2026/06/05/harufu-safari/

Life in Ruiru never followed an ordinary rhythm. By then I thought I had already seen everything. I had played late-night tennis against mosquitoes with an electric racket. I had witnessed mysterio…

05/06/2026

A former executive manager.

A national washing machine champion.

A neighbor in Ruiru.

A family buying their first automatic washing machine.

And somehow the conversation ended with figure skating, short programs, spin cycles, and a jealous washing machine thousands of kilometers away.

Some stories write themselves.

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Full article:

https://alexandervasko.wordpress.com/2026/06/03/a-champion-washing-machine-never-forgets/