A new perspective I

I am divorcing. Finally. My life changed one year and a half ago, when I decided to move from my quite house with garden located at periphery to a small flat in the busy city centre. The move was drastic and it affected me completely, marking the end of the longest period I ever staid in the same home from all my life.

My 19^th home felt very lonely at the beginning, being taken away the privilege of filling it with the smile and laughter of my bellowed child. By my house was quite, embracing me in silence and accepting me as hole, protecting me from the daily routine of my abusing husband. I could finally rest, own my thoughts and free my spirit. The size was problematic at the beginning, although I left behind lots of belongings, the small amount of things I brought with me was too much for the forty square meters I had to fit now. I decided not to furniture too much and get rid of the maybe useful belongings.  I choose not to invest too much, as anyway the situation was instable. The flat was not fully mine and my possessive husband make sure I remember about that, in another of his unstoppable attempts of getting me back.

You see, that is the trouble with abusers, they never give up.

A special gift of wisdom

"There is no such thing as great talent without great will-power."
Honore de Balzac (1799-1850)

Onion calendar

You take a big, beautiful onion and you cut it in half.
You open it leafs, from surface to centre and you pick consecutively 12 of them.
You put them on a salver.
Under them, you put notes with the name of the months, in order.
Inside the onion leafs you put table salt.
You place “the calendar” outside in the New Year’s Eve, safe from precipitations or sun.
Early in the morning, you can interpret it.

In accordance with the quantity of water gathered in each onion leaf, you can predict which month of the new coming year, will be the rainiest and which the droughtiest.
If in a leaf, the salt remains dry, signifies that the month will be droughty.
If, in another leaf, the salt transforms into water, signifies that the month will be rainy.

Le mari de la coiffeuse/ Hairdresser's Husband

A movie, in the purest French style: no subject, beautiful women (in this case just one), sex and a confusing end.
The whole movie you are waiting for the “something” to happen, and by the time, something happens you realize that the movie is over.
A boring story of a man, obsess with hairdressers. He is determined to marry one, which does. He stays all day in her salon admiring her. Occasionally they have sex.
And that’s it.
You spend the whole movie wondering how such a beautiful woman did not find herself a better-looking man.

I am open for philosophical movie, but this one just didn’t inspire me, at all.

Silent drum of the social fame

In a world that’s judging,
In a world which screams,
What’s the social meaning?
Of the love thing.

In a place where I
Stand in front of you,
Touching with the thought
Wishing all to do.

Whispering at night
Fighting through,
Searching a small place
Seeking for the truth.

Where do we belong?
Where we meet and stay,
Why should I be blame?
For the social fame.

Touch me slowly now
Here inside the room,
Murmur in my ear
Play the silent drum.

Caught in front of fate
Naked in the truth,
I must hesitate
I am fail through.

The Pianist

I approached the movie with some prejudice, caused by the different articles, discussions and opinions I heared about it.
For sure, I expected something else, as I had no idea about the movie plot.
I imagined a Jew surviving the war, by playing piano for Germans.
I was astonished with what I found and definitely moved.

A movie about existence, humankind and society.
The movie resembled in my mind with a mirror, a mirror that looks deep in our souls.
A mirror, in which, most of us do not look too often, some hide under the pillow and others try to break.
A mirror, that tells the truth about the human race, civilization, friendship and pain.
A movie that reminds us about the only thing we actually own, for which we should fight and always appreciate: life.

Burn After Reading

I approach it with high hopes, warmly recommended to me, by two colleagues from work.
I left the cinema a little disappointed.

Humour – all right
Music – great (maybe too good sometimes for the action)
Actors – ok (except for Brad Pitt in a suit, which just does not look like a moron)
Plot – interesting
But, something was missing, or maybe, I just had to high hopes.

Recommended on DVD, HBO or just on normal TV.
Not worthy to pay the ticket, for.

Warsaw then/now

The Alchemist

Staying at the doors of the Polish Embassy, I sow a girl, a strong, courageous soul smiling gentle, towards me. The girl told me her story and her secret. She was profoundly in love with the Alchemist book.

Few days letter, I bought the book thinking about her.
It waited on my shelf more than half-a-year, until one day, when I took it for a one-day trip to Warsaw, by train. I finish reading it, on the way back.

Between its lines, I did not fond the revelation – which the girl told me about – but I enjoyed a pleasant lecture, easy to read and great for relaxing. The story crossed through, without any effort and the end quiz got an unpredictable answer.

Merde actually/In the merde for love

I opened it with high hopes, maybe to high. It cached my attention, my imagination but not my mind.
The plot is ok, interesting and funny, but the juice of it’s fruit it is just not that sweet, as first time I taste it.

I am looking forward for the next one: “Merde happens”.
Until then, I will pay a visit to the Paul West tearoom in Paris :)!

Are few books

“Any book you start, you have to finish” was the favorite sentence of one Romanian language teacher of mine. And she repeated it so often, that almost started to believe it, until I was saved by the common good sense judgment.

Not everything that is published is valuable, smart or interesting. As my time is precious, and unfortunately so short, I prefer not to waste it on other people's crap. I have enough of mine, thank you.

Different books are fitting to different people.
What is important is the moment you are reading a certain book, the circumstances which surround you in this particular period of time, your needs, hopes, dreams, plans.

We often evaluate as “the best” a book which gives us an answer to a particular dilemma we are facing in the moment of reading.

There are few books which always make impression for most of readers at any time.

Control

A movie about life, youth and feelings.
A movie for my teen-ager moments of whispered philosophies.
A movie, a piece, a dream… of desperate freedom.

A year in the merde

In my early weeks abroad, I relied on reading as a source of escape and good mood establisher.

One day, a French guy gave me a book in English, which completely touch my “immigrant soul”, although I was not living in France.

A story wrote with passion, humor and optimism. A story for all of us, which are facing the challenges of another country/culture.

I recommend the English version, not to loose in translation the delightful English humor.

One thousand things, I don’t know how to say you

It gathered now one thousand things,
One thousand things, I don’t know how to say you,
It gathered now more memories
Without the ordinary positive review.

I put it all in my own private message
It waits for you to be found and deciphered,
I closed myself in my seal for some time
A hand from you can help me reach outside.

From somewhere in the crowd you watch me
You think, you try, but still don't reach me,
Some brilliant seconds of our moments
It drowns from me not the most happy comments.

I keep on fighting or I think so
I am still here, for you, in person,
My thought is far, I must confess
I hide it all, in my new pretty dress.

Miles of questions and too deep answers
It made from us two different shadows.

The power of the bag

Is on fashion to be ecological.
Everybody wants to be, especially the ones how make money from it!

Some weeks ago there was an action “A day without the plastic bag”. A special day in which the shops were not giving the normal, free, usual plastic bags to carry the shopping from the groceries’ stores.

I did not even notice it. I probably wasn’t making shopping’s that day :-?A few days later, all the shops, from the whole country, came up with an idea: we do not give any more the free plastic bags for carrying the shopping’s. They are bad for environment!

But, the buyer has to carry his shopping’s…. so we will sell him plastic bag!!! The better plastic bag, the one with our trademark on it, the one that nobody wants to buy.

Or even better, we create a new bag – the ecological one (from better, improved plastic) – which will cost 3 x more. But is recyclable! You can use it at least 2 times, before throwing it.

And that is the new ecological spirit! You can be also on fashion, just buy your ecological plastic bag for the good of environment and welfare of the supermarkets chains!

Good bye free plastic bag. Here is the new stylish, ecological synthetic bag.

PS: there was some discussions about some free paper bags. They were not enough ecological to motivate the shops to offer them for free…

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