Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 226 – Short diary entry

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Ah the joy of Christmas shopping! I said this so many times: I live in a neighborhood where nothing ever happens, that shuts down completely whenever there’s a holiday, so no matter what you cannot feel the frenzy of the holidays because everyone here is calm and peaceful.

Today I had to run off and meet Santa Claus for Ephia’s presents and do some last minute shopping. Santa chose a nasty place to meet me: the Coop. I was a little shocked to see that ocean of people, running around and pushing each other like crazy. I tried to make myself invisible and got out of there twenty minutes later, but I guess I missed Santa because I had to run after him to another shop where supposedly he will wait for me this time. A little upset and with two filled bags in my hands, I was sitting quietly waiting for the tram to come while smoking. My thoughts stopped to my neighborhood and I understood that no matter in what city I used to live in, no matter how crowded or big, I’ve always chose the quiet neighborhood to go home to, the one that had a big park just nearby, quick access downtown, but where nothing ever happened.

The tram came 5 minutes later and like everything else these days, it was packed with people and bad attitude. After a small chat with Santa and with my arms threatening to fall off, I went ahead to wait for the final bus that was suppose to take me home. Too many people at the bus stop. I find out that the bus didn’t come in 45 minutes, so instead of panicking I chose to take a break and let myself sit down on the sidewalk. I was in luck because I only had to wait for ten minutes, but boy were the other people pissed as hell on the driver. While getting on the bus, I witnessed a small old lady throwing her purse at him, screaming in Italian that if they are on strike they should at least give some notice, that among other “beautiful” things she had to say to him. I found it funny, as I always do this time of year, every time wondering why people are so maniac and agitated during the holiday season.

Two hours later, I was home, eating “junk” food for lunch and watching Ephia enjoying the Christmas tree which she named: “Wow!”:) Yes I have finally managed to decorate the tree. Now with all the shopping done, with the house still being a mess, I can sit down and work. Happy crowded days everyone!

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.

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By Ela Vasilescu
Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu