Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 340 – Waiting


Shhh…the phone might ring…shhh…nobody move because my phone might ring… shhh nobody make a sound…all of you just stop, my phone might ring. Oh wait, right! My phone sucks so it doesn’t make any sounds any more. No problem, I will hold it in my hand and not let it down, not even for a second until it rings.

The last twenty five days of this project will be ending in triumph. This entire year, my whole perspective might chance in a split second. I am confused, excited, terrified and angry all at once. I know things are going to change, things have already changed a lot and not knowing where to go next messes everything up. Maybe in a good way or maybe just in a different way. The last three posts may have been the most ambiguous ones I have ever wrote. It’s almost impossible to share my thoughts about things that I am not yet allowed to talk about. I can say this though: I am in the middle of the road at a cross path if you’d like and a truck is coming fast straight at me, so I have to run towards a path without having the possibility to go back at the cross point. Confusing right?

I think the only good thing that came out of all this running around the passed week has been that I had to be downtown everyday and enjoy some of Florence’s beauties from the distance: a small, narrow street, a glimpse of the Duomo, a short stroll in Piazza Republica. Those are the small things that remind me that I love this town and I may never want to leave it.

All in all my phone might ring, so I need to stand still and not make a sound, not move a muscle. This may be it, I just have to wait. Waiting. Waiting is just an extension of yourself when you are trapped and seeking your way out. Waiting is a nightmare that become a fairy tale when you remember it. Waiting is the most wonderful thing that can happen to you or it can be the worst. Wait. Shhhh…my phone is ringing….shhhh


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