Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 68 – Planes being shot down, waking up from a coma after 69 years and eating popcorn while watching the enemy getting bombarded


Today I wondered what the world is doing, so I made the mistake of searching some fresh news on the internet. What I’ve found made me regret I ever clicked the news button. D is the one who usually tells me what’s going on in the world, but I have to admit I don’t pay attention all the time and if there are murders or politics involved, my ears just fold in like Dumbo’s and I stop listening.

So, what is the world doing? Apparently the whole world has gone mad. I found out that a plane, flight 17 of Malaysia Airlines, was shot down by a surface-to-air missile over Ukraine. It was carrying 280 passengers plus 15 crew members, all dead. What the fuck is wrong with people, if I can call the ones responsible, people. Is it that you wake up in the morning and say: “Okay, today I am going to be the absolute villain; let’s see, what can I do? Oh, I know, I should kill a bunch of people today and to make it worth my while I should shoot down a plane full of innocent ones! Yes, this is the best idea I had all week.” I don’t get politics, I never did and I have to admit that although I love a good war story, for me that’s exactly what it is, a story, because I never could accept that people can be evil just because they can. Also I never understood the need of power, money and many fucked up things that make a society function (maybe that’s why I am a starving artist). I honestly don’t get it. My heart and condolences go out for the families of those killed; this is beyond tragedy, it’s like a horror movie. Think about it, if something happens to a loved one because the plane malfunctioned, you can accept that and slowly move on, mourning in peace; but when something like this happens you have to be furious, you can’t move on, you can’t grieve, I imagine you can’t even function properly for a long time because you can’t understand why, let alone accept the situation.

The other unusual thing I found out is that a WW2 veteran woke up after staying for 69 years in a coma. Sixty nine years!!!!!!! He was an American marine, injured in the Second World War and has fallen in a coma ever since. He is 95 years old now and because at some point he was considered brain dead, after nine years of being loyal to him, his wife filed for a divorce and remarried, her new husband adopting her two children, one being still in the womb when he went into the coma. It seems that now his former wife and older son are dead and his daughter, that he never knew is turning seventy years old. Isn’t that a little fucked up? As I have read, his ability to walk or move properly may be a lost one, even with proper physiotherapy, also he may never understand the evolution that happened during his years of “sleep”. But otherwise he should be “happy”; he is the holder of many certified Guinness records like, the longest coma ever recorded and the longest come from which anyone ever emerged. I was discussing the subject with D and he was telling me that is plain cruelty, to wake up a man and tell him that his whole life is gone and nothing is the way he remembers it, not even himself. I must agree. There are so many twisted notions on this topic that it would take me a very long article to write, but I have to admit that I would love to be the one that visits this man every day and talks to him.

Oh yes, this one will blow your mind. Last week, a dozen locals stood on a hilltop, outside of the Israeli town of Sderot, to cheer on their military while eating popcorn. They were clapping their hands while the bombs were touching their neighbors ground and blasts were being heard. Apparently their neighbors also do that when it’s their turn at the game and the process seems to be called: dehumanizing the enemy. Well, what can I say, this sounds like great cinema and honestly a world that I would prefer not to associate myself with. It sadness me to see that these things (I just can’t call them humans) are pretending to love the ones they are used to being around, but just stab, heartless the ones they don’t know just because a government decides it’s best. But as I said before, I have no idea about politics, I have only mental sanity and something called a soul to stand by my beliefs.

I can assure you that I will have no more interest in the news for a long, long time. That can make me an ignorant, but I have given up saving the world about the time someone told me I will get killed for my ideas and saying them out loud. I’ve always wondered, have these pretend to be humans, ever been children? I don’t know why I’ve always been curious about that, but it should make sense; aren’t children the ones who are supposed to cure your madness with a smile? Just saying.


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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Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu