Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Once upon a time, one year ago…

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Last year, around midnight, my body was preparing me to meet my daughter Ephia. She arrived at precisely 6.07 in the morning and in my arms three minutes later. When I first saw her, I said to myself: “Oh, she’s so ugly and tiny!” . I asked my husband if he thinks she is beautiful but he shook his head although he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. I remember looking at her for two hours, trying...

How to have an orgasm in less than ten minutes?

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I usually don’t enjoy writing about sex, but what happened in front of my eyes tonight is worth telling the story. I have this pass to a health club that has almost everything: swimming pools, gym, dance classes and also a spa or as the Italians call it “zona del benessere”. In there you can find the sauna, Turkish baths and high-pressure water jets as well as a hydro massage pool. Tonight in...

My first job in an Italian office

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When I moved here I, like any unfortunate bastard who wants to change his life out of nowhere, began to search for a job. Back home I was a lazy, working from home translator and occasionally, when I felt like it, worked in human resources, the rest of the time just travelling in my car, stopping for coffee wherever and writing frantically about everything. With some connections and a little...

An every day corporate story

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This is a story that my friend, a corporate girl, told me a while back. Let me give you a preview into a typical bad day and implicitly how to hate yourself on that day without even trying:   1. If you are a working, busy girl, your alarm clock failed you in the morning and you wake up an hour late refreshed and well rested until you gaze at the time and jump out of bed, stumbling into the sheets...

How Florence and I met

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Florence and I met 10 years ago, so I think it’s safe to say that we know each other pretty well by now. We first made eye contact from the small plane window, when I was visiting my mother who lived and worked here.  I remember she took me for a walk the evening of my arrival and she was talking to me about what was going on in her life,  but my brain couldn’t process a single word...

Mothers and their version of the truth

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When I found out I was pregnant, I was neither happy, nor sad. I was overwhelmed with the fact that I have never wanted my own children, so my reaction remained unknown even for me for a long time. I  always worked with kids and loved them, but having one was not part of my plans.  I was stunned and expecting the worse and the best at the same time. All through the hours of evening sickness...

Little brave drivers…

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I feel compelled to talk about my hometown, Bucharest. I have so many memories, funny and sad stories and sometimes just the way it grew on me comes to mind; so I must share…let’s explore Bucharest from my perspective with its ups and downs… First of all Bucharest is not a city but THE city were all brave drivers in the world live in… if you ever drove in Bucharest and...

Memories that never come back

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We live too fast, we think too fast, we love too fast and most of the times we die too fast…our memories can’t keep up the pace…we run away from them and we die without them…our memories could keep us alive but they never seem to catch up… maybe they waste too much time in traffic or maybe the traffic lights on the lane they take are always red… life pushes us...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Ela Vasilescu

I am a writer and a freelance journalist based in Florence, Italy. Ever since I can remember I loved stories and everything about them, from the storyteller who told them, to the paper they were written on. Because of that, I love listening to people’s stories and sometimes experience them in writing as my own.
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