Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 257 – Train wreck

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10.02 pm – My eyelids can barely stay open. My body twitches once in a while and I have to make a real effort not to miss my stop. If there is a stop. I could easily fall asleep here, in this tram, on this seat, with all these people watching me. I am dead tired. The kind of tiredness that comes after you intentionally pushed all your limits. I am tired and hungry, but I remember feeling...

Day 246 – Florence is you!

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I have been very superstitious lately, because it seemed to me that all last year, whenever I was talking about things that were suppose to happen, they were either canceled or postponed, so I decided not to talk about anything in advance anymore. This news though, I have been waiting to share with everyone since forever and now I can finally spread the word. I started a new collaboration with a...

An interview about the romantic stroll of an artist in Florence with Sara Amrheim

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I’ve met Sara about a year ago, when she hosted the first aperitivo of the Creative People in Florence at her studio. She struck me as an amazing, kind woman, with intense blue eyes, friendly to every one around her, trying to create a welcoming environment for other artists to interact with each other. I remember admiring the jewelry made of paintings, as I called them, thinking I have...

Day 138 – Creative night

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Did I tell you people how amazing this group I am part of, Creative People in Florence, is? Last night, Anna and Sara organized yet another magnificent aperitivo event, to welcome all our new members in the group and to reunite with some of the regulars. As in any creative crowd the people were beautiful, the food was great and the discussions filled with just enough spices to intrigue. We...

Day 46 – Creative People in Florence and its freaks

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It’s nice to sometimes hang around your kind of people. You know the kind; the ones who open their mouths and say exactly the things that you could relate too, people who you are completely comfortable with, to share your interests no matter how weird they would sound. I remember that four years ago I was a writer trapped in a translator’s or HR employee’s body. I had to work an eight hour day...

Day 22 – My American friends are “deserting” me or artists are aliens with creative skills

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When I moved to Florence, almost five years ago, I didn’t want to make new friends; I was so tired of hanging out and talking shit, listening to everyone’s problems that I felt like I needed a break, so a change without anyone I knew around me was perfect. You tend to love your stayed-behind friends more when you are far away and you have only the internet to speak to them (and sometimes...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu