Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 2 – Party in the cemetery


It was almost perfect. Like those days when you wake up and you know it’s going to be a good day, maybe because you will end it by celebrating your birthday in a cemetery.

I woke up at 10.30 am, as any responsible mom does (cruel joke for the sleep-deprived moms) and couldn’t wait to start my day. Well, my daughter had other plans, and they included to sleep some more. While I was walking into the kitchen, little surprise notes, wishing me a happy birthday, waited for me everywhere and one of them almost hit me on my way out the door later.

Later on, we played in the garden, and Ephia thought it would be funny to pick some flowers for me and then throw them in my face, as a birthday present. We spent the rest of the day doing our routine: coloring, laughing insanely while watching cartoons, cuddling and jumping on the bed, and I felt this was a special day. Maybe the tones of messages I got, also helped create that feeling, so thank you, guys.

I know you are dying to hear about the cemetery part of the day, so here it is. Our regular Writers Group meeting was hosted this Monday by one of the writers who live in a beautiful, old Jewish cemetery. Why does she live there? Why wouldn’t someone live there? There is nothing more inspiring then mixing literature with wine and throw some old tombstones into the picture. Yes, I know, it sounds weird and creepy and very dark, but it was far from it. I think the wine, the chips, and the gluten-free muffins gave a cheerful sense to it all.

We are a nice tight group, and I’ve come to love these people. Each one with a different personality, each one with their own set of issues and most of all each one with a different perspective on everything, so clearly reflected on all of our written pieces. And the stories we hear, write, tell, and share are so amazing, that sometimes it makes me wish for every day to be Monday. Oh yeah, we are all going to be fucking famous one day.

I got home exhausted, but happy. I was welcomed by my better half with a late dinner, and while we ate together and I told him about my day, I realized how much I missed him today. It was almost perfect.

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.


Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu