Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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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 306 – Trust

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Trust. Such a stupid word. We never trust anyone, not even ourselves and yet we use the word like it’s part of us. Do you trust anyone? I often say that you cannot trust someone you don’t know and on that note we can safely say that most of us don’t know our inner self and have no desire of exploring it. Yes, we all say we do and maybe some of you even try it for a few days, a...

Day 304 – Unique stories

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After a crappy morning I had a very insightful work session today. I am currently working on a biography (soon to be made public) that involves a lot of commitment and dedication and I absolutely love it. This is an incredible project for me and because I am a story hunter I feed my soul and mind with amazing life stories. When I started this project I was scared to death. The magnitude and...

Day 236 – Busy little bee

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I feel the need to be creative and since I’ve been having some great couple of days I decided to give myself a treat and create a new story. It seems that every day I meet new people, even if they don’t speak to me, even if they just glance at me once, or keep their eyes blocked into their smartphones. They are all interesting people, with stories worth telling, with baggage no one...

Day 218 – Random rambling again

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We are designed to drive each other crazy. When the pressure is too high, someone gives in and someone keeps on fighting. Some fight silently, some do it so that everyone can hear them. We are bees in a really large hive and we feel happier if we get to sting instead of being stung. I have yet to finish my complaining about this year and maybe a few years later I will look back and laugh about it...

Day 147 – People watching and Piazza Santo Spirito

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There used to be a time, no more than three years ago, when I would walk on the streets of Florence, choose a spot and sit down to write or watch people. My favorite place in the world was in Piazza della Signoria right in front of Palazzo Vecchio. I used to imagine being one with the steps and listen to all the tourists change impressions, sighing in amazement at the sight of the palace. Every...

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...

Day 111 – What makes an artist an artist?

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What is it that you are allowed to do as an artist when your words and opinion mean something to the world out there? What is the artist’s meaning to others who are listening, admiring and following him? Should he be a teacher or impose a certain conduit on his followers, or should he be excused to be himself, just because his way is why others look up to him? Who or what makes an artist...

Day 93 – Where are you from?

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I have been seen in numerous occasions by new friends, avoiding to answer that question and that arose some other questions, so I decided it’s only fair to explain. First of all I have never stayed longer than five years in a place, so even back home that question was a little hard from me to answer, because honestly I am from everywhere and nowhere. When I came to Italy the answer became...

Day 75 – Another trip to the emergency room

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I got to see some of the friends I made three weeks ago, today (if I can call them friends).  When I got to the emergency room, I noticed that everything looks very different when you are not in pain and you just have to sit there and wait quietly for your turn. You get to see the faces clearly, the place is much scarier and the cases that come in and out… well, they are not so pleasant to the...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu