Year: 2011

Metamorphosis

You wake up in a morning and you do not have the human body you had been wearing for years, but you transformed overnight into a monstrous insect. What do you do about that, how do you react? Metamorphosis tells the story of Gregor Samsa, who went to bed as a young man and woke up as a young insect with a curved brown belly, divided by stiff arching ribs. “His numerous legs, which were pathetically thin compared with the rest of his bulk, danced helplessly before his eyes.” Of course, the first question that could come to your mind in such a miserable situation is “What has happened to me?”. And Gregor ask himself this question. Once. Jut once. Without even bothering to answer. And then immediately starts to adapt to his new body without questioning what had happened to him, why, what is the sense of this strange metamorphosis… I revoltingly read each page searching for an explanation. I want to read Gregor’s reflection about his metamorphism, I need to see his struggle …

If I

If I had been born somewhere else than Scornicesti during the Communism… If I had grown up with somebody else than my grandmother… If I hadn’t had a brother… If I hadn’t gone to kindergarten with older children just to be near my brother… If I hadn’t had hepatitis… If I hadn’t had a crush on the most popular boy in school when I was 13… If I hadn’t gone to RM. Valcea for studying and living with my aunt, my uncle and my two cousins… If I had been in a humanistic class rather than in an intensive maths class… If I had gone to high-school somewhere else than Pitesti… If I had study something else than Communication and Public Relations at university… If I hadn’t been left for another girl… If I hadn’t worked in PR and advertising for more than 3 years… If I hadn’t had the courage to leave a job when I felt perverted by my work… If I hadn’t apply to an Erasmus Mundus scholarship in Copenhagen and meet …

The time when love has gone

You wake up one morning and you find out your beloved is not in love with you anymore.  You wish you had the argument to say is not fair.  But you don’t.  Because you know that love comes and goes quietly whenever it wants. You are grateful that it was around for a while anyway.  Just like in a swan song, all the good memories come into your mind: walking around narrow streets late in the night, cooking together, having chocolate cake and tomatoes soup at La Chocolat, long talks about the most beautiful nonsenses in the world, departures and returns, writing stories, reading stories,  sharing our stories.  You take a bow and thank your beloved for all the beauties and all the joys he has brought into this relationship.  Then you have to go. Because it is the time. The time when love has gone.  

When do you miss home most?

When do you miss home? It might be on Christmas because everybody should be back home with his/her family. It might be when you feel sick because nobody is there to take care of you, or tell you a good word, or give you a big hug and a spark of optimism. Then, you miss mum a lot and all the homies that have made illnesses bearable so far. It might be when you walk or ride and nobody around you speaks your language. Add to all this the frustration that you are another person in the foreign language that you speak so you can get the full dimension of being far from home. But number one situation of this top, the moment when I miss home the most is when I take out my clothes out of the dryer. It is not the same smell no matter what softener I get. Every time I open the door of the dryer I feel pity for all the pressed clothes forced to stay in the dark …