oameni si fluturi

We are living on the street with yellow leafs on it. It’s not big and it’s not small.
It’s a street with two rows of houses.
One is an old and dodgy looking row (that’s not our row).
The other one is a row of beautiful Victorian houses…and all of them are in ship shape - that’s why I am starting to worry that I have to work on my front garden to make it look better.
This secret street is on the left side of the rocky Anglican church. So it’s a church at one end and a pub (The Free Masons) at the other end of the street.
We live closer to church than to the pub. Still we don’t visit either…
Our door is of a green-bluish colour… It has a big and round number on it and a huge golden handle with a tiny letter opening.
We’re on the ground floor and so we have a splendid view into the green plants in the front yard. A tree, some leafs, a red rose and another tree. All these seem a bit chaotic but that’s what makes them special.
Right next to the steps in the front yard there’s this massive linden tree. It smells incredibly beautiful and it’s situated extremely close to the door steps.
Reminds me of the street where I grew up. It had about 50 linden trees on it (it was quite a long street - or so it seemed back then).
Inside the house the walls are of a deep white. Makes you feel clean and innocent. We have 2 couches - orange ones and a cream rug on the floor. A dining table, one desk and 3 rows of shelves.
I like it - it makes me feel small because it’s so big. I hanged 2 straw hats on the walls. It makes me think of the seaside- which by the way it’s a 1-2 hours ride away from my place.

We also have a garden. A common one with the flat upstairs… It’s quite bushy but we’ll work on it.
Moving on to the most important room of the hub. I’m talking about the bedroom obviously. It’s BIG and quiet. It makes you dream well. The bed is humongous and incredibly confortable. I could sleep forever in that bed.
I have a cloth wardrobe decorated with purple lights I bought from Covent Garden. He has a tall white cabbot. We also share a victorian cabbot.
It’s quite spacious and I intend keeping it like this. It has the first best view in the house: the artificial pond out neighbour created in his heavenly garden. We can’t use it - but we definetly enjoy viewing it.
He even has a mouthwatering apple tree. The guy is a gardening God - I’m telling you.
The house makes me think of how much I do love HOUSES. As funny as it sounds - I wouldn’t go back to flat living.
This is our new place.
And I absolutely LOVE IT.

we have internet connection again… feels good

My youth was nothing but a lowering storm
occasionally lanced by sudden suns;
torrential rains have done their work so well
that no fruit ripens in my garden now.
Already the autumn of ideas has come,
and I must dig and rake and dig again
if I am to reclaim the flooded soil
collapsing into the size of graves.
I dream of new flowers, but who can tell
if this eroded swamp of mine affords
the mystic nourishment on which they thrive…
Time consumes existence pain by pain,
and the hidden enemy that gnaws our heart
feeds on the blood we lose, and flourishes!

charles baudelaire

Sometimes waiting is so hard.
Waiting engages feelings like insecurity, melancholy, confusion, under-estimation.
The paradox though is that most of the times after waiting comes the rain… And “when it’s raining it’s pouring”… That’s how it’s always been.
So waiting for rainy times!
Until then…brrr… Heavy boots

Is it me or this is a really catchy phrase?
ExtreMEly LouD and InCredibly ClosE

What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me? I could invent a teakettle that reads in Dad’s voice, so I could fall asleep, or maybe a set of kettles that sings the chorus of “Yellow submarine” which is a song by The Beatles, who I love because entomology is one of my raisons d’etre, which is a French expression that I know. Another good thing is that I could train my anus to talk when I farted. If I wanted to be extremely hilarious, I’d train it to say, “Wasn’t me!” every time I made an incredibly bad fart. And if I ever made an incredibly bad fart in the Hall or Mirrors, which is in Versailles, which is outside of Paris, which is in France, obviously, my anus would say, “Ce n’etais pas moi!”

*will keep u updated

And I say Romania is my country…
Really…no really… No matter where… No matter how… Romania has it.

It must be also because I spend less time there and don’t have the time to get a feel of the not so nice part of it.
But honestly - the feel…the look…the stinky summer smell… Have to love it if you’re a real Romanian… Love every single second of it.

I guess the key is to find what is it that makes Romania worth every breath of yours… Those special places where you get closer to Heaven, those key people that make everything worth, the freedom of driving on the RIGHT side of the road, the lack of rules, the adrenaline and spontaneity and your family and deep values.

I was talking to my manager the other days and he read an article that 1 out of 4 people in UK suffer of anxiety… That makes 25% of the population affected by anxiety. It’s small things like this that make you think that back HOME is better.
Anxiety: A state of uneasiness and apprehension, as about future uncertainties. A cause of anxiety: For some people, air travel is a real anxiety.

Are we suffering from anxiety back home? Not really - we know that mum or dad will take us in if something happens - worse case scenario - bottom line: we know that we have a safety net coming from our family and friends whatever will happen. Here in the UK, everything is a little bit different… You’re on your own… Need to learn how to fly and make it a fast process - and bring excellent results - pronto!

This weekend I went on my big surprise trip to Romania… it was again about wraping up what is it that I love about the place…

On Friday I ran over to see La Motoare - another one of the places that make it worth - full of people - artists painting the walls and ceramics pots… Cheap beer in plastic glasses, and an incredible gang of friends around. As always my trip organizational level was close to 0 so most of the people there came either by accident or because they heard from some others that we’re coming. Have to say a massive thanks for coming to you all : Dee, Vish, Ela, Dodo, Marinesque, Radu, Andreea and others - thanks for keeping us in your hearts… The feeling goes both ways… Double intensity
Apologies for all those who were missed - but promise to do it again (the surprise trip)

Saturday night I went with some dear friends to this absolutely amazing electro party… The best word to define the experience would be: genuine.
Have to be honest about it - it was better than any electro gig I’ve seen here so far (fair enough - I haven’t seen too many ). First of all the location was perfect: on a hill, a typical Romanian hub, tons of vegetation around, tents, hammocks, wooden kitchen and tables, the VJ and DJs equipment, drums, guitars, bass guitars, and people that enjoyed every second of it.
What’s not to love about it? Middle of nowhere in a country side village, perfect tunes, incredibly bright sky with tons of stars painted on it.

Another highlight would be that my family had absolutely no clue that I was coming so literally I showed up at their window, with a big bunch of flowers and asked them to come out and see me.. It was a little bit of excitement/ confusion and immense happiness… But it all turned out to be a huge surprise! Gotta love ‘em!

I also got to drive my mum’s car which was heaven - trust me there’s no greater sensation than being able to drive wherever the road takes you…no rules allowed!

So..yeah…I love it… I bloody love it… It’s MINE…my country, my friends, my feels…. It’s very important to learn/ re-discover HOW to love living in it…

This weekend while trying to get some money out from the Barclays ATM (called “Hole in the wall” in their advertising campaign)… I just saw this amazing copy on the screen.
Really witty and clean - simply loved it:
“Money don’t grow on trees, they grow in branches”

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