Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu



Day 65 – I hate July and some witch cursed me


Oh, sweet month of July, I hate you so much; I wish this month would disappear and get on to the next one as fast as possible; tomorrow even. This house has become a hospital and it seems that sickness and pain are all feeling very welcome here. Me and D caught Ephia’s cold and we feel like a million bucks (if only). He is partially deaf and I can wake up the dead with my annoying, constant...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu