Roma a febbraio
March 1st, 2012
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Facts
February 20th, 2012
I know why I wake up in the morning, every day.
My eyes are glowing like never before.
I am doing things I was afraid to do before.
I don’t say “no” anymore.
I love this house like I loved my own.
I live !
I’m going home this week ! My home, Roma !
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February dots
February 18th, 2012
There are times when no matter how strong you are, no matter how happy you are, no matter how good you are, something comes up to bring you down. I entered the building knowing exactly where I was supposed to go and what I was supposed to do. I passed by the offices where everyone was queuing, I made a right, then a left and arrived in the back, on the corridor for the head offices. As I was walking straight ahead, I hear someone calling me… on my other name, the name that nobody calls me on. I turned around in a fraction of a second and I saw her standing there, half my height, really old, with wrinkles all over her face and hands, dressed all in black, with poor clothes. She had big rings on her small fingers. She had a kerchief on her head that covered most of her face also. She was there to beg for a lower water bill…. she didn’t had money to pay it.
As soon as I’ve seen who she was I got messed up and I couldn’t think clear anymore. Everything went away from my mind…
“How are you ?”, she asked, looking very happy to see me, holding my hands into hers.
I couldn’t answer more than “good”… Then she started to tell me how many things have changed since I went away. She told me what happened with my house… that doesn’t exist anymore… she had no idea what happened, why and how I had to run away… she thought I was doing fine, like SHE wished for all HER life… I told her briefly that no… they stole everything that SHE had for me…. but I also told her I was ok… not like that, but ok….
I got out of there confused and with my mind and heart torn into pieces. No matter how hard I try to forget, there’s always some puzzle piece that reminds me of everything… as I was walking in the snow breathing hardly the cold air I’ve seen those images again… I’ve seen her in that coffin again, with my mind’s eyes… and I felt again that big hole inside me, I felt again that missing piece that will never be replaced…
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Watching the stars
July 24th, 2011
Almost one month to go until I’ll wake up in the morning and head for the train that will take us to Moscow. I was a little bit afraid after the agency announced me that they couldn’t find any more tickets for the Transsiberian but they managed to pull up some strings and get them in the end.
And in this happy mood, I’ve spent a great evening yesterday. I was waiting for my beloved bakewells (Andra, I will make you a statue for getting me some every time you come back home) in the train station and because I was half an hour early I stopped at McDonalds to get an ice tea and then went outside and sat at a table. Because the restaurant was full at some point a guy came and asked if he can share the table with me to eat his hamburger. I said yeah, sure. And we started to talk. He was a german tourist stopping in Bucharest on his way to Galati, to see some friends. He was here for 2 days only. And after half an hour of talking we left to show him the real old Bucharest. We had a long ride with the buses and then stopped in the end for a cold beer at Caru cu Bere restaurant. Then we went to the Parliament and just relaxed lying in the grass, watching the clouds, trying to discover the stars and talking about the differences between Germany and Romania. I have never lied in the grass, watching the stars, thinking of nothing. And that was the moment when I realized that it’s a month left and my biggest adventure will begin. And I kind of seen myself in a small village in China, lying in the grass, watching the stars, thinking of nothing but how good life is if you experience such simple things. Like watching the stars, lying in the grass !
Before I left, he hugged me and thanked me for the experience of seeing Bucharest the way tourists usually don’t. And it felt good to know I’ve made another tourist see some nice parts of this city.
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Boxes
July 6th, 2011
I love that place. It’s in the middle of the city, an old, fancy building, with big windows and a theater downstairs. I like to get there early and watch the people passing by, from above. I like to watch the building in front, see every balcony, discover different life styles. I’ve noticed the man living on the second floor, making his bed in his underwear. I’ve noticed the old lady at the third floor who comes to the window every day at the same hour. I’ve noticed the old blankets in the house near hear and the old things belonging to an elderly couple, I guess. I’ve noticed the abandoned apartment from the corner, with dead plants in the pots and dusty blinds at the windows.
It’s quiet and I feel away from everything…
And also the people who pass by on the tiny street. I see them too. And I see how the seller from the clothes store comes out, to smoke her cigarette. And how the clerk from the cheese store sits on the car in front of the shop. I see how people fight, how they smile, how they talk on their phones, how they eat kebabs or how they ride their bikes. And I imagine a story for every single one of them.
Today I just closed my eyes and listed to the city, from that window. And actually its rumors were not that bad.
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