Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 338 – A long time ago…

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Sometimes I think about what I would say to myself from three or four years ago. Imagine running into your past self on the street and having the chance to sit and have a coffee together. What would you say? What advise would you have for yourself? For me the first thing I would do is slap myself before sitting down and having a nice conversation about the future. I would then look at myself from...

Day 337 – Monologue

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There’s this annoying voice in my head telling me a hundred things at once. I keep trying to push it away, but every time the voice tortures me with another question that has at least ten possible answers. Ambiguous? Maybe, but that’s just how it feels to be in my head right now. The last three days have forced me to decide. What do you want to do? How bad do you want it? Are you...

Day 315 – No pain

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Sunday morning, happiness, straying in bed until midday, laziness… no pain. Having fun, cruising along among dreams, loving feelings…no pain. Conversations, thoughts, writing…no pain. A play, actors, friends…no pain. Proudness,  feelings, fun… no pain. Coffee,  bragging, planning, no pain. Food, chocolate, smoking… no pain. The way home, phone call...

Day 312 – Solitude

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Have you ever felt lonely among people? You know the feeling, being only a shadow who walks around acting like a human being. Sometimes imposed solitude is the best thing you can offer yourself and other times it’s just a sad fact, feeling misunderstood, invisible, unnoticed. I have experience both in time and I think I like them equally. Yeah, it hurts when you feel invisible and you...

Day 296 – Suffering

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This week, some of my good friends have lost someone dear to them and I got to think about suffering. We each experience suffering on different levels, in different ways. We are created in such a way that every feeling we experience is unique. We are born to believe that we are invincible and although we learn about death, although we experience it through losses of those dear to us, we still...

Day 273 – Childless mother (part VI)

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Remorse, fear, ignorance, second thoughts, abortion, fear…pain, drowning, heavy breathing, crying, fear…white door, doctors, motherhood, holding hands, judgement, fear… “- Clara? Clara?! – Yes… – I said we are ready for you now.” Her mother quickly stood up and still holding Clara’s hand headed towards the door. “-I am sorry ma’am...

Day 270 – Childless mother (part V)

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That bitch! He said he loved her. Didn’t she know that, didn’t he prove himself to her enough? That bitch! She acted like he raped her or worse. He just gave her exactly what she wanted from him. She asked for it, she craved it, she was practically begging him to do it. And then pretending like she was sick. Such a waste of time and energy. All virgins were the same. Sweet, naive...

Day 224 – A foggy Sunday

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After a whole night of twisting and turning, after waking up every half an hour, wondering if it’s still night time, I was for some reason sure that I am going to wake up this morning and feel peachy. I didn’t. This Sunday treated me badly and I was in a foggy mood all day. I had a wonderful day planned, a long stroll with Ephia downtown of Scandicci to see the Christmas market, lunch...

Day 179 – Temporary freedom

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After being kidnapped yesterday, today I have escaped home. My kidnappers were not very pleased about that, so after trying to woo me a little, they made me sign that I accept running away on my own and visit them as soon as possible. I agreed and sighed, hoping that this is the best decision and won’t have to return sooner than established. I have a million things to say, I have a million...

Day 175 – An unusual Sunday

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Unlike any other Sunday, today we didn’t have our usual cake and cappuccino in the morning, instead we paid a visit to Ephia’s good friend Lee and also returned the beloved White Temp.  That kind of makes me realize that summer is indeed over and the bike rides in the middle of the night will remain only as a sweet memory from now on. We had some Chinese take out for lunch and a nice...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu