Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 241 – Off day

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Today started a little unusual. I woke up with a terrible head ache and what seems to be a cold. Every muscle in my body was hurting, but for some reason I smiled and went right back to sleep for another hour. Even so, all day I felt the need to work and start writing again. After putting Ephia to sleep, I came to my favorite bar and started typing like crazy. What started out as an off day...

Day 202 – A lost day

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Who says we need our bodies in order to work, or breath? Who says we couldn’t exist without them? 8.30 am Got dressed, feeling somehow strange and went to the bus stop.The first bus comes quickly and I get off after a couple minutes to change it with another. The strange feeling I am having amplifies. I think, maybe I caught the flu or something; I am going to make it. Several minutes pass...

Day 176 – No insurance, no treatment

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Medical insurance is kind of a big deal in Italy. At the moment mine expired and attempting to renew it I hit some brick walls. I am entitled to some sort of insurance because I have worked here and payed taxes, but of course I have to get through a lot of paperwork in order to get it. So, this morning, planning to go to the ER after solving this paperwork problem, I hit another brick wall. I...

Day 174 – Whenever I need to be rescued…

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Another depressing post about my day. This year is definitely not my year and I am not so sure how I should feel about that. Sometimes I am optimistic, other days I just feel like sleeping and forgetting about it all and some days I pretend I don’t care. Today I am just confused. My body seems to punish me for my misbehavior, for all the sleepless nights and all the stress I am submitting...

Day 61 – Diary entry and bad karma

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10.30 in the morning; I wake up and feel strange, no wait there’s nothing strange, I feel like crap. My head is breaking into a million pieces than it seems to be able to put itself back together again. Ephia is waking up; I go into her room and try to ignore my pain, kiss her forehead and take her out of bed. As we go into the bathroom I notice her nose is running, and her eyes are barely...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu