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Jurnalul primei zile de iarna

  • Draga jurnalule. Este ora 6 dimineata si tresar din somnul plin de vise. Sasha Grey dispare din cadru ca o naluca si in urma ramane doar intunericul din camera. De afara se aude un suierat sumbru. Ma ridic cu o usoara premonitie si dau perdeaua la o parte. Ceea ce initial parea o cortina de ceata si-a aratat rapid adevarata natura: Lumea este cuprinsa de o apocalipsa de zapada, exact cum a prezis unul din aia la OTV. Pe balcon se discerne o pereche de papuci inzapeziti si ceea ce la un moment dat a fost un sezlong. Imi este teama.
  • Draga jurnalule. Este ora 7:30 si nu se intrevede vreo raza de speranta. In departare se aude strigatul naturii dezlantuite si urletele sufletelor pierdute in furia ei. Ceea ce parea un episod trecator incepe sa semene din ce in ce mai mult cu o scena din filmul 2012. Incep sa ma meditez la propria-mi mortalitate, ma gandesc la sensul existentei mele efemere precum si la o felie de pizza care sta pe masa. Apoi mananc felia de pizza. Mai pun niste sos de rosii peste, ii lipseste. Si oregano, ar merge niste oregano.
  • Draga jurnalule. Ma tem de posibilitatea ca tu vei fi unicul lucru ce va ramane sa-mi spuna povestea civilizatiilor ce vor veni dupa marea zapada. Acum ma pregatesc sa ies afara si nu stiu ce ma asteapta. Ramai cu bine, draga jurnalule.
  • Draga jurnalule. Este ora 10. M-am intors cu bine de afara unde pagubele sunt de nedescris. Primul lucru care m-a lovit a fost gandul ca sunt ultima persoana ramasa pe lume. Al 2-lea a fost o pereche de chiloti rosii inghetati.
  • Draga jurnalule. Este ora 10:30 si internetul inca pare sa functioneze. Intru pe facebook pentru a citi eventualele mesaje de ajutor ale supravietuitorilor prinsi in nametii mortii albe. Vad o multime de fotografii cu pisici, probabil bietii stapani le-au pierdut urma in viscolul napraznic. Pe una o cheama LOLcat si pare tare amuzanta. Saracuta…
  • Draga jurnalule. Imi aduc aminte ca in parcare se afla masina mea. Voi incerca sa ajung la ea. Sansele sunt mici iar cauciucuri de iarna nu am.
  • Draga jurnalule.Folosind gps-ul reusesc in cele din urma sa identific dealul alb ce reprezinta locul in care candva se gasea masina. Reusesc sa retin numarul de pasi si directia din care am venit apoi plec sa caut o lopata. Caut portarul complexului, el trebuie sa aiba una daca mai e in viata.La un moment dat ii vad silueta in departare. Ma apropii cu teama profunda ca intre timp cei aflati afara au creat o noua societate bazata pe triburi de canibali. Primul lucru pe care il va face va fi sa ma taie si sa ma manance. Poate or sa  imi si vanda carnea in Obor. Ce salbatici! Basescu e de vina !  Adio, draga jurnalule..
  • Draga jurnalule, e mai rau decat credeam. Portarul avea lopata si chiar s-a oferit sa dea cu sare pe jos batand apropouri de a-i lua o cafea sau o atentie. Se pare ca noua moneda a societatii apocaliptice este insasi spaga. Bani scosi nu am iar ultima ruina a unui bancomat se afla la 1km distanta. Imi e din ce in ce mai clar ca aici imi voi petrece restul zilelor. 
  • Draga jurnalule. S-a lasat seara. In departare pot vedea luminite fade. Aud gemete si latraturi in strada precum si Florin Salam de la etajul 3 in blocul vecin. Nu stiu care este mai inspaimantator. Ma acopar cu o patura si ma ghemuiesc in ea la lumina unei aplicatii de foc de tabara.

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The lost world

“Hey, long time no see. I hear you’re into photos now, I meet up with your brother a couple of days ago, told me all about it”

Sometimes I meet people on the street.  Strangers. They come to me with a friendly look and ask me how I’ve been, what’s up.
Ipretend to know them. I know I should and there is a bit of familiarity to them, but I cannot place it in time and space. I go along for a while.  I ask them how they are, what life brought to them  and hoping this way they might say something to make me remember.
They are neighbors from where I grew up, school or high school colleagues , long time friends, kids with whom I spent a whole childhood. All of them obliterated out of memory and out of existence.Read More

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Sorry for the downtime, I just changed my hosting, the traffic went crazy these days ( you Belgium people, you.. 🙂 ), and my old hosting had limited bandwidth. This one is a bit slower because it’s in the states but at least it will work.

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The old barbershop

It’s maybe because of how quickly modernization takes over the old ways that we seem to find fascination in the little remains of what once was. One of the things that I loved about Lisbon was how well preserved the old town is, with all the little shops, restaurants, crafts. The young (at least the wealthy ones) have longed moved to modern parts of the city and all that was left is an untouched town that is the same now as it was 50-100 years ago. This little barbershop I found was a good subject, and the old barber insisted that I come in and take photos. So I did. There were not many tourists in that part anyway (thankfully) so it was a joy to watch.

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Gray Rome

I think I’m going to switch to English from now on, no point in having half the visitors from outside the country and not understand one word. Besides, this may keep my parents from reading something perhaps compromising 🙂 . Comments are welcomed in any language.
Anyway, some photos from Rome. Rome was the first of the 3 major cities I stayed in last month (a lot of other small ones). In my opinion it’s not the nicest place on earth (good for photos nevertheless), however it has some stunning nearby towns that you won’t find anywhere else.
The color photos in another post.

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2 friends, one cat, Barcelona

Sa lasam deoparte  peisaje pe care le-am tot postat, lasand o clipa loc dof-ului ingus, iso-ului mare si a oamenilor. Deci, va prezint doi prieteni, o pisica, Barcelona. ( Thanks for all, guys ! )

ps: cica in ultima poza as fi eu, la cererea publicului. Dar nu m-as crede pe cuvant.

pps: autorii acestui site va reamintesc ca nu incurajeaza fumatul de orice natura, si acesta este extrem de daunator sanatatii.

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Losing my religion

Pentru ca ai aparut cateva fotografii noi am schimbat titlul threadului in ceva mai reprezentativ. Cum fac de obicei, inspirandu-ma din ce mai ascult in momentul respectiv in casti 🙂 . Dar da, tot Praga.

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