Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 55 – They took my awesomeness out but gave me a necklace instead


The experience I’ve lived today will become a short story; it needs to, it screams to. Until then, I get to tell you about it in a different tone.

A man is standing in front of me. He is talking about taking away something I have, I own, it belongs to me. I don’t care about giving the thing to him; I just stare at him (I think I had my mouth open) because of the way he wants to proceed in taking it. So, he explains; he is calm and he keeps insisting that there is no other way. I nod. He brings me something to sign. Another one comes in. He starts asking me questions: weight, height, if I drink or use any drugs (well other than your morphine yesterday, nothing at all); he gives me papers to sign. I am shitting my pants (well, I have no pants so their sheets) out of fear. Why do I have to do this? Why like this? No, there has to be another way. I call the first one again. He comes with a smile and starts talking again. He tells me he would be scared too; I am not scared you asshole, I am terrified.

Some people come to take me away. I start breathing heavily and smiling a crooked smile. Oh the jokes, I need to make some jokes. If I can entertain them they won’t kill me for sure.

“- What do you do honey?

–       I am a writer. I will write about this. I will write about you.

–       Honey, thank you but I am not worth writing about. I am not going to be with you. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

Yeah, fine. She takes me to another room, then a long hallway, then another room; many voices in this room, a lot of people.

“- Hey honey, don’t worry, we are nice people.

–       You know what, I feel awesome, just peachy, I changed my mind.”

Some whispering and then someone is calling out for the man. I start panicking.

“ –  I was just kidding. I am sorry. So there is no joking in this room huh?

–       Oh there is, but we have fun after, not before.” She is smiling to me and caresses my hand.

Ok, so they are human too. I want to sleep, make me sleep. What if I don’t wake up? Oh what the hell, I will, I am stubborn and the world needs me. She comes to me again this time to say goodnight. I whisper to her: “Please don’t kill me; I am the potential winner of the Nobel Prize.” I hear her laugh fading away.

I wake up. Oh, the pain; I am alive. Shit what the fuck did they do to me? I am alive. I woke up. A little bunny jumps inside me of joy (I have no idea why I pictured a bunny). They take me to my room. They settle me in and I see D. He’s there so I am alive for sure. He speaks to me. I am confused. He leaves. Someone comes in and brings me a little container with my name on it; it has over twenty five stones in it. She whispers while she hands it to me: “ We don’t normally do this but, a future Nobel Prize winner should keep this as a memory. You see, we have fun too!”

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