Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 319 – Little boys go to war while little girls have to put on make-up

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My daughter loves airplanes. Every day she points to the sky and screams “Jet! Jet!!!” even when there’s nothing to see or point at. After almost two weeks of making us draw jets on the blackboard and on the kitchen tiles, I gave in and went into a toy store to look for a nice plane. I am used to the blue and pink barrier ever since I gave birth to her, and although I...

Day 289 – Decisions

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I don’t like deciding things. It’s one of my most awful nightmares. I don’t like deciding how and when to change houses, cars, furniture, pets, computers and so on. I get to attached to things. I name them, talk to them, tell them my life story trying in a way to make them welcome into my life and then I almost cry when I have to let them go. And you always have to let them go...

Day 238 – Melancholy

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I miss driving. I miss waking up in the morning and wanting to drive 300 km away. I miss the solitude of driving and the music played loudly by the stereo. I miss it all. When I need to be somewhere, if given the choice I will always choose the train. Trains are comfortable, trains are your moving libraries that safely take you to your destination. But, a car… a car should only be used for...

Day 139 – Riding the bus

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These last couple of weeks I have been forced to take the bus a lot to get around. I used to love taking the bus, especially back home in Bucharest, where riding the bus can become a small adventure if done in the middle of traffic rush hours. I used to read tones of books on the bus, because an under thirty minutes bus ride didn’t exist and of course at least another twenty minutes metro...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu