Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu



Day 238 – Melancholy


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...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu