Podróżnik poprosił ludzi o odtworzenie zdjęć z wakacji w domu, a oto rezultat!

Podczas wakacji wielu z nas lubi robić zdjęcia, aby na zawsze zapamiętać niesamowite chwile spędzone w niezwykłych miejscach na całym świecie. Liudas Dapkus, litewski podróżnik, pisarz i dziennikarz poprosił internautów o ponowne przeżycie swoich ulubionych wspomnień dokładnie tam, gdzie się znajdują – w swoich domach.

Bardzo spodobały nam się oryginalne zdjęcia, którymi ludzie odpowiedzieli na to wyzwanie. Spośród wielu zgłoszeń, oto niektóre z najbardziej dowcipnych zdjęć, które naszym zdaniem wywołają uśmiech na twojej twarzy.

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Japan has rules everywhere; rules on signs, rules on the street, rules on stairs, rules on the sidewalks, unwritten rules. The best part is that everybody follows the rules: traffic flows with nary a honk; the high-speed trains empty and board with an organization and efficiency that ensures a timetable punctual to the second; pedestrians are unburdened with whether or not they can make it across an intersection, as one simply waits for the pedestrian light to turn green, no matter how much or how little traffic. One of my favorite concepts we learned about is "meiwaku" — one's actions that others may find a nuisance –and the mindful avoidance of meiwaku. Conversing raucously in public, meiwaku. Stopping abruptly in heavy foot-traffic for no reason, meiwaku. Typing loudly on your laptop-keyboard disrupting the silence of the train, meiwaku (we actually saw a sign encouraging quiet train-typing). Allowing your flip-flops to echo their namesake as you descend the metro steps, definite meiwaku. Apartment-living lends itself to reflecting on meiwaku, and even more so when confined to it. I think meiwaku as I close the window to keep cigarette smoke from drifting in from the neighbors next door. Meiwaku as a tiny scooter revs its engine to the buzz of a hundred weedwackers. I think meiwaku as I hear 90s-rock blaring from down the block, eventually drowned out by the roaring sirens of firetrucks warning Lyon's near-empty streets of their approach, oblivious to rules of avoiding meiwaku (we actually witnessed firefighters calmly thanking traffic via megaphone in Osaka as they unhurriedly continued onto their destination). Meiwaku as the neighbors unnecessarily slam our shared door for the fourth time in a day (where are even they going during these confined times??) Meiwaku, I consider, as the smell of cigarette smoke wafts in from the other side of the apartment from neighbors on the other side. One evening our downstairs neighbor-kids asked if we had a treadmill, and we responded that we didn't, though we were pretty regular with our indoor exercising. We too, it seems, have not yet mastered the art of avoiding meiwaku. [cont. in comments]

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