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June 15, 2013

Bratislava. Rain, Wind, Fog. Could we do something on this kind of weather? We walked around the city until we couldn’t stand the cold. We decided to enter the firs bar and drink a hot chocolate to avoid getting a cold. Amazing…the first bar we entered its similar to Hard Rock Café. There are guitars and posters and incredible furniture. The music is awesome. Everything around you makes you feel like a rockstar. Luckily we realize that Bratislava has great Cafes. The next one was called The Godfather. There were posters from The Godfather and guns on the walls. The bartender was wearing an Al Pacino suit and a hat. The next bar  only had  windows. Also, a tree was growing thru the bar. You could see the rain, the wind and the fog but you couldn’t feel the cold. We went to a bar crawl. Crawling it was.

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June 15, 2013

Budapest. We only slept for 3 hours. At 6Budapesta clock in the morning we left work and got into a train to Hungary. First impression? A dirty train station and too much rain. It seems the hostel is the only thing that appeals to us right now. More specific: the bed. We woke up late. It was still raining but we went for a walk anyway. OMG! I feel like I’m in paradise. Big, huge, enormous bridges. A funny elevator brings you to the Buda Castle. Up there we drank a coffee while watching how the city melts at the first sign of sunshine. Before we went back to the hostel we visited the University. We entered a random room and listened to a 15min Hungarian class. None of us can speak Hungarian.

NOTE TO MYSELF: Hungarian parties are like Viennese bars filled with Romanian people. Crazy rooms, great music, friendly people dancing to each other.

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June 15, 2013

IMG_2727Florence. The rain stopped when we got here. A walk true the city reveals the entire history of renaissance. The dome is an incredible piece of art. So much detail. I could stare at it for hours. We had to climb 427 stairs’ to get at the top and enjoy an impressive view of the city. On the one side you can see orange and brown buildings and on the other side you can admire arts of work exposed on every street. The statue of David is everywhere. The legend says it was suppose to be positioned at the roofline of the eastern section of Florence.

MOST EXPRESSIVE EXPERIENCE:  In Piazza de Michelangelo, on the top of the city we enjoyed a bottle of bitter-sweet Italian red wine while watching the sunset. Life is worth living!

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June 15, 2013

 

Prague. The morning is dizzy and so is my head. I don’t remember much from last night but while we walk true the city I can remember seeing all this buildings in a darker light. I don’t know anything about Czech. Not one moment of their history is familiar to me. But I know I enjoy walking across Charles Bridge. I wonder why was this Bridge built. Perhaps a greedy kind needed to reach the other side of the city so that he can feed himself red apples in the morning. Or perhaps trade is the reason. Or perhaps they just needed a bridge to cross the water.

NOTE TO MYSELF: Why and by who was this bridge built? Find out!

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June 15, 2013

In a world where we tend to look online for knowledge we forget that true knowledge lies in a train that’s on his way to an unknown culture, land and experience.

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doua si jumatate

October 4, 2012

Greutatea pietrei era de doua tone si jumatate. De ceva vreme nu mai crescuse deloc. Isi schimbase putin forma, era mai ascutita, intepa mai tare, dar nu era mai grea. Avea doar doua tone si jumatate.

In incercarea de a nega existenta ei, scria o carte despre suflete. Nu reusea sa se identifice cu ele deloc, Toate erau parca din alta lume, o lume pe care ea nu o cunostea. Cateaodata, cand nu scria despre suflete, numara umbrele din parc. Nu le observa decat cand era obosita, cand nu era bosita alerga printre stejari in cautarea comorilor pierdute.

Deobicei nu gasea nimic. Nici ele nu erau din aceasta lume. Dar ele macar nu cantareau doua tone si jumatate.

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Silence

March 5, 2012

The lights were green and red. Her heart was beating like she was supposed to marry him or something. Actually, she once thought of marring him and, like now, her heart was beating very fast.

He was looking at the ceiling, thinking of something to say. Surely the moment would remain awkward no matter what he would say. Was it time for goodbyes? A kiss on the cheek? A hug? Or should he just go and never look back. That would finish her, but mostly, it would finish him. Because even though they were not in love anymore, they were still best friends. Actually, the messy thing here was the fact that they were still best friends. Because they were not breaking up, they did that already. They were ending a long and beautiful friendship. And if he would just leave and never look back she would feel betrayed. And there is nothing worst that the feeling that your best friend betrayed you. The feeling that the one you’ve spent so much time with, the one you’ve told all your secrets to, the one you have shared every fear and wish with, didn’t share any of those things with you.

So now they just stood there, wondering what to do next. Kiss? Hug? Say goodbye?

Perhaps they’ve said enough. Perhaps they did enough. Now it’s time to shut up. Say nothing. Do nothing.

He was looking at the sealing, thinking of something to say.His heart was beating very fast. Like he was supposed to ask her to marry him or something. The green and red lights filled the room.