Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 65 – I hate July and some witch cursed me


Oh, sweet month of July, I hate you so much; I wish this month would disappear and get on to the next one as fast as possible; tomorrow even. This house has become a hospital and it seems that sickness and pain are all feeling very welcome here. Me and D caught Ephia’s cold and we feel like a million bucks (if only). He is partially deaf and I can wake up the dead with my annoying, constant cough. These wonderful events that keep happening to us, don’t even get on my nerves anymore; I think I am starting to get used to them and accept our lame, unfortunate condition – but at least I can blame July for it.

A friend of mine told me today that bad things happen to you when you do something wrong and they keep happening until you realize where is the problem. Well, I have no idea what I am doing wrong, but if anyone knows please let me know, I will try to stop. I for one, am beginning to believe in curses. They are very popular where I come from and people there still believe in witches, bad luck omens, curses and black magic. Even the generation my age, who are more skeptical, if given enough reasons, they will believe it’s true. So, who am I to argue? This would be the simplest explanation for all the things happening; or is it that we just have a bad month and that’s it?

I am sure that there are people out there who hate us (I can’t imagine why, we are so lovable) and if they are reading my blog, please stop poking my voodoo doll or whatever. I get it, you are mad, but unless you are planning to kill us all together, give it a rest. Anyway, because of all the witches talk, do you think they sleep? Do they dream? Do they have emotional weaknesses? Can you make friends with them? Not that I would have any ideas I would want to put in practice; just asking.

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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