I’m getting close and I can smell it. It’s going to be five years since I came to Romania for the first time.
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What is our childhood if not that storage room where we can find all the things we already forgot we had ever stored. Then we grow up to see ourselves in a journey of memories and reconnections.
Continue reading “Back garden”You are not alone
Time stopped as I lied down on my bed. I had just bought a bed cover and I wanted to enjoy the moment by watching the late sunset light in between the buildings in front of my window. My stomach burned and two things came to my mind.
Continue reading “You are not alone”Flashback to class
Dear teacher, I have a pain in my lower back. It’s a real one. Just as I feel life pays me back (wondering what for), this isolation flashes me back to “class”.
Continue reading “Flashback to class”Memories of February
My Februaries since 2016 have been sort of my new start in a new year. Ever since I came to Romania, this month has been the one putting a stamp to a warmhearted-imaginary-sent-to-myself postcard from an emotional and very realistic trip.
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