A very special mug for a very special someone

Altfel de braduti

Pretzel story

It was a thursday evening and I left work with the thought of going to shop for a specific item in Afi Palace. I was on my way to see specific shops where there were the highest chances of finding what I wanted when I met with the specific push-cart with pretzels "Covrigul Plimbaret". Usually when I am in Afi I buy a cheese pretzel I like very much, not any other, this is my favorite and this specific kind I can only find here. If they do not have I simply doný buy anything, it's not the pretzels it's the cheese one I like so much. So here I am in front of the pretzel push-cart searching with my eyes for the cheese ones. A lady was also stopped and she was asking the sales lady about...cheese pretzels. I myself was not seeing them. To my disapointment I heard the sales lady saying she is out of cheese pretzels. The shopping lady sais she is going to try her luck at another push-cart. Just then I noticed that another push-cart was also stopped near by. So when the sales lady asked me what do I want I also replied that I too was gonna try my luck at the other push-cart. 10 seconds later and 3 meters further I was next to the other pretzel push-cart. Here a large family was ordering, the shopping lady was circling the area and was not seeing the cheese prezles and I had my eyes on the last two. The large family order finished with one cheese pretzel. There was only one cheese pretzel left! My mind was having an argument...one pretzel, two ladies...difficult decision. The shopping lady was still circling and still not seeing the cheese one when the sales lady asked me what do i want. This happened because I was closer and the other lady seemed undecided. She also seemed a bit lost in her thoughts and maybe tired. My better half won so I open my mouth and asked: Do you want the last cheese pretzel or should I take it? The shopping lady looked at me mystified and said: what? I repeated my question. She was surprized and asked me how did I guess. I said I heard her at the first push-cart. She seemed less suspicious now. She said I could take it since I was there before her - well this was not quite true. I said she could have it and I can take something else. She insisted I could take it, I said I am fine, she insisted again being nice, sad, unsure and surprized all in one. When I said that ia ma sure, she suggested that maybe we can split it in half. When I said I am really fine, she asked one more time if I am sure because she really does not want to ruine my evening and after some seconds she added more to herself that she actualy had a bad day. I said smiling that it's really ok and my day wasn't actually so bad. So she took the cheese one, asked me one more time if I don't want half of it, I smiled and ordered one with apricot jam.

Pieces of Denmark

Once upon a time...

Dream house (oil on wood)

Vise de sfarsit de vara

Intotdeauna mi-am dorit sa ajung la aeroport fara bagaje si sa ma urc intr-un avion asa doar cu o geanta si cu hainele de pe mine...stiu!...ce cliseu...dar tot mi-ar placea. Nu stiu de unde mi se trage acest dor de duca, acesta stare permanenta de talpa arzanda. Defapt stiu de unde, e mostenire de familie si culmea s-a si acutizat la mine. Sau si mai tare imi doresc sa ma ia cineva pe sus, sa imi zica plecam nu stiu unde, cand? acum! Sa fie totul aranjat: drum, cazare, sa am deja bagajele facute pentru ca altcineva s-a ocupat de toate acestea pana la cel mai mic detaliu. Eventual sa-mi fie aprobat si concediu :), sa fie totul stabilit si sa trebuiasca doar sa zic da! :) Da, suna din nou cliseistic dar e o iluzie pe care tare as vrea-o transformata in realitate. Sa ai acel sentiment de vacanta, de bine si de siguranta.

Live, save and archive

There are days we forget, days that it seams we never lived, never existed, happy or sad moments that just fade away in time, we know they were there, we try to remember but it's all blurry and we need to force ourselves for the pieces to come back. And there are also days that remain forever somewhere inside. They come back naturally from the back of our mind. A simple connection, sometimes logical or sometimes apparently without reason, acts like a trigger and they are displayed automatically. We cannot erase them, we close our eyes, or sometimes not even that, and we re-live a specific moment. It happens that we bring into our mind not necessarily pictures, persons or places, but feelings, how we felt in that specific moment. I do not know the reason why I remember exactly how i was dressed when I was about 4 years old and I went to visit Adamclisi with my parents. I remember how me, my mom, my dad were dressed and I can remember how the breeze, the sun, the warmth felt. Just how I can't explain why I have a very strong memory of a late autumn in my childhood, very rainy, maybe it was holiday or not. I was home with my mother and we watched a cartoon with a green duck that was a vampire (something from looney tunes i believe). I have a very strong image of those days and to me it seamed we spent some days/weeks together and in reality it's possible to have only been a weekend. Some of the memories/images get washed away, some that now are very strong and bring us misery or extreme happiness fade in time. I do not know exactly why some stay and some fade, sure self-preservation or seeing pictures helps the selection, but i believe other factors do too. Some memories make us smile and feel joy - those we want to keep forever; others give us nightmares, shivers (not the good ones), make us cry, doubt, toss in bed. Sometimes memories get mixed up, we believe something happened in a specific day, when actually it happened with another occasion. We live some days, hours, moments and we say we will never forget them, how we felt then - good or bad, it is so strong and it has such great power it seams it will always be a part of us. Just how it seams now i will never forget the day i stood one chilly autumn evening, when some shades of summer still persisted, at a crossroad (ironic ha?) and most of all i can still remember how I felt...I cannot get that feeling, that sensation out of my system...lost so very lost, relieved, confused, shocked, scared... But this states go away...at some point. Maybe, at some point, the memories will stop hunting you, you stop feeling a twinge when they hit you back. Sure, some will always be there but maybe less strong. There is a sieve, a very complex one, for the happy and the sad memories, like I said, some will always remain strong, but some will lose their power, some will be activated just like that, while others will have a damaged archive.

Cluj iunie 2013