Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 307 – Quiet

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After 12 hours of being away from home and another hour spent with Ephia, everything is quiet now. Suddenly all the noise in my brain disappeared, leaving my thoughts to rest for a while. Beautiful day, amazing day, crazy, exciting day. It’s so quiet right now that I can barely allow my fingers to type too loud. Shh, shh…The full on working day came with a nice reward right towards...

Day 237 – Dead silence

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Shhh… all the noise from the outside world disappeared today. I am alone… at last. I tried to fight it at first, went to the window, opened it and focused: nothing. Nothing can bring back the noise for a while. Maybe all that is left is silence, a dead, cold silence. I hear anything that’s dead must be cold; there’s no other option. I think death is warm. I think she comes...

Day 219 – All you need is…

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Today was field trip day. Us girls embarked ourselves on a beautiful adventure, away into the hills surrounding Florence. I have been promising Ephia this trip for a while now and although our day started out like it normally does, it all shifted with a phone call. Thus, we packed a few bags and books for the road and jumped into a train. As the train moved, the tension from the city and all the...

Day 124 – Nothing

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I have written about nothing before, but nothingness can be a never ending subject, especially when you actually have nothing to write about. It all feels like a giant fog that came out of no where and the only thing it wants is my nerves and serenity on a plate. The way nothingness screams in my head feels like it wants to puncture every brain cell and then to sew it up with nice colorful thread...

Day 50 – Monte Morello and a thunderstorm

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I can’t believe I have lasted fifty days. When I started writing every day for this project, I didn’t imagine I will go all this way. I still am skeptic but it seems I am hanging in there. Anyway, today we went up to Monte Morello (about 15 km from Florence), a place really close to our hearts which has seen us laugh, cry, be excited, anxious… we love the place and because we have neglected it...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu