Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Stories from the crypt of life


Society is the devil itself


You are born pure, untouched by humanity’s deceits. You have almost a day of freedom when you enter the world and after that, society takes over. They start to shove paperwork into your parents’ face who get distracted and sign you off into a pitiful existence. And then the hell begins; vaccines of who knows what, against who knows which virus invented by the mankind, trauma of any sort...

Why do you do what you do?


Why do you do what you do? That is the question. Why do you have the urge to get up and do the thing that you are best at or at least try to be? Is there a person, who knows a generally applied answer, for this particular question? These last passing months I met a lot of new people, each of them with a beautiful and inspiring story because of their uniqueness. I asked all of them this particular...

My mentor died…


I think we all have a mentor whom we follow from the shadows and try to steal a little part of his genius to outline our actions. My mentor died today and one of my dreams just died with him. Ever since I’ve read my first book written by G.G. Marquez, I wanted to see him in person; that didn’t necessarily mean to meet him and talk to him or ask him endless questions about writing. I...

I love dead people


I love dead people. They are quiet and you can always depend on them to wait for you in the same place. They never complain and with a little imagination they give extremely good advice having only your consciousness to guide them. They never have any issues and the beautiful thing about dead people that you don’t have to look them in the eyes when you tell them your deepest secrets or mistakes...

A story about happiness


Once upon a time there was a friendly, joyful dwarf. And this particular dwarf lived in the hollow of an old magical tree. A long time ago the tree gave the dwarf a magic book that could fulfill his every wish. The dwarf was very excited and for a long time he brought happiness to himself and the loved ones around him with the book’s help. But one day, his neighbor, the hedgehog came to his tree...

Why do we need people?


Sometimes I ask myself just that: “Why do we need people around us?” It may seem like a stupid and illogical question, giving that there are at least one million possible answers to that… so that we won’t be alone, so that we won’t take joy in random things by ourselves, so that we have what to be happy about, so that we have someone to blame, so that we don’t...

How to have an orgasm in less than ten minutes?


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


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


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...

Memories that never come back


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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