miercuri, 23 iulie 2014

Noapte buna!

Ningea. Acum plouă. Plouă așa cum îmi place mie. Drept, calm și tare.
Aveam o cameră frumoasă, ordonată și patul făcut cu bilețel de bun venit în camera mea, de la mama. Nu am putut să dorm pentru că patul mi se părea înalt și era prea liniște. Nu a ținut prea mult, vecinii de jos au avut grijă să nu mă deranjeze liniștea prea mult. Acum am douăzeci de cutii, două valize, o geantă, și patul îl împart cu niște haine nepuse în bagaj. Și scârțâie. E ultima noapte în care aud cum fâlfâie punga de peste sârmele cu rufe ale vecinei de sus. Mâine o să mă trezească pentru ultima dată vecina de sus când se arunca din pat la ora 5. Curios, dar acum e la fel de liniște ca în prima noapte...
E ultima noapte când dorm în prima mea "camera mea", când dorm cu senzația că biblioteca o să se răstoarne peste mine. Biblioteca cu birou la care mi-am facut temele din clasa I. Pe rafturile căreia mă urcam în loc de scară ca sa ajung la patul de sus în care erau jucării. Acum e patul care scârțâie.

Mâine îmi iau rămas-bun de la gresia roșie care a șocat atâta lume.

Aștept să cunosc o cameră din care văd cerul, pe geamurile căreia nu se uită un cartier întreg la mine și eu la el în bucătărie.

De mâine încep alte aventuri cu alte cartiere, relația noastră se încheie aici.

Noapte bună, Nicolina!

duminică, 20 iulie 2014

Vinuţ

O conversaţie dintre un băiat din Huşi şi unul din Moldova, auzită acum câteva zile. Nu puteam sa o ţin doar pentru mine, ca m-a binedispus toată ziua.

Uăi da' tu di uni eşti?
Eu, din Huşi...
Şî tu acolo, la tini acas' ai vii?
Am...
Şî faci vin?
Facem... cam 400-500 de litri...
...
...
... da' voi beţ o sângurî zî?


joi, 22 mai 2014

Ranting post no. 76427211

So apparently I have a medical condition I've been dealing with for some time (read: my whole life). No I won't die because of it but it's not a pleasure having it and being neurotic is what causes it. And having it makes me more neurotic, stressed and panicked. You see that circle we got going on?


So let's meditate. Let's be quiet and calm. Let's get some medication to properly function so I won't panic over nothing and break that chain. I have a GP. I gave her a receipt attesting I am student, therefore medically insured. She gave me a dispatch to a specialist. Written on that piece of paper was my stated "insured" quality. Not handwritten. Printed. On a legal document. Printed from a legal database of insured people in this fucking country. 

Let me go on... 
So I happily went to the specialist. But I can't get admitted in the hospital because I cannot prove I am a student therefore an insured patient. (Read: that piece of legal document stating the fact that I am insured means nothing). I got another receipt stating the fact that I am a student. I got admitted in the hospital, investigated and was handed a prescription for my condition. All that as a patient with medical insurance. I got a prescription. Legal document on which says "Insured. Student." Let me just go take my meds then.


Drug store guy: "I am sorry, I cannot give you the prescription drugs. 
Me: ?!?!?!

Drugs guy: You have to bring proof that you are a student."









vineri, 18 aprilie 2014

The adventures of the confused egg

The Confused Egg wanted to go for a walk. It was too dull in the refrigerator, he thought.


As he jumped out of the fridge he met the Mortar and the Pestle. "This could be cozy", thought our small freckle. But it turns out it wasn't just as comfy. He lived "under pressure" of turning yolky. 


His shell couldn't take it. So he hopped on to his old friends! But his friends were different now. "They're so shiny and blushy... and look all the same. He didn't feel quite welcome, he thought they were insane.  



So, sad and scared he walked away and found the Cocoa Beans along the way. They tried to take him for a walk, in lands of cocoa, milk and nuts. But the adventure was too much to take, outside was sunny, he was afraid he'll bake.



He hid under the leaves and prayed he would be home. This kitchen is no place for a soft-shelled ball. 




To be continued. 


marți, 25 februarie 2014

povestea de seara

A fost odată ca niciodată un amfiteatru mic. Nu avea nici ferestre, nici ventilație.  Dar avea neoane palpaitoare. Din neoanele palpaitoare doar un sfert functionau. Asadar, amfiteatrul mic era si un pic negru de bezna. Acolo stai tu, ala care visează sa salveze vieti, care acum cativa ani te gândeai "ce oameni mari sunt astia din anul 5, cate chestii cred ca stiu sa faca, ce chestii complicate invata si cate lucruri fac intr-o zi, de alea de vezi in filme". In amfiteatrul mic si negru stai tu, care acum esti "mare si responsabil" in anul 5. Cu fundul pe o treapta, pentru ca amfiteatrul e mic si locurile-s putine. In ochiul drept iti palpaie un bec verde pe care scrie exit deasupra unei usi incuiate. Cu ochiul stâng te uiti vag la niste slide-uri despre subiecte pe care le-ai mai vazut de vreo 5 ori in ultimele doua luni. E cald in amfiteatrul mic. E si mai cald pentru ca pe drum ai alergat ca sa ajungi la timp la curs. Acum stai cu becul verde in ochi, asculti cursul pe fundal, superficial, doar cat sa fii pe faza daca apare vreo informație noua. Ochii incearca sa ignore palpaielile becurilor si se uita fix in niste borcane in care stau de ani de zile urechi, bucati de creier si alte foste organe pe care nu le poti identifica de la distanta asta si de cat de macelarite au fost.
Auzi pentru a cinspea oara... si va mai spun despre... si termin. Te-ai invatat sa nu mai crezi replicile astea, sunt doar  expresii lipsite de sens. Apoi auzi "asta stiu sigur ca ati vazut la stagii". Ai avut un singur stagiu in orar pana acum la care ai sprijinit peretii si nu s-a obosit nimeni sa vina macar sa te trimita acasa, dar s-a simtit o asistenta sa comenteze cand te-ai îmbrăcat sa pleci acasa "asa devreme".
Nu iti mai simti fundul dar s-a terminat. Esti cu o zi mai aproape de a fi medic.

vineri, 7 februarie 2014

Winter friends

What to do when you have a great winter but you also have final exams.

You make window friends. Most of you followed the story on my facebook page. It was way more successful than I thought it would be, so I guess, now that it's over, I'll share it with the world.

That's your mother? Smart one. She reads a lot.
At first, it was only Fulga. I made her one day while taking a break from reading my lectures. Soon, she made friends and they were staring at me going... "Is she still studying?!"

With all the friends I thought she was feeling a bit lonely so I made her a loving husband. Named him Smitten.

Fulga&Smitten. He wears a bowtie. Bowties are cool. And a fez.

And what do you know... they probably loved each other! As the next morning we had a baby. Baby Snö!


They were so proud and happy they had to share the news with the family so they invited Cousin Gigi to come over and occasionally babysit.



There was a whole party going on for a few days to celebrate the happy family!






Until, I had to leave the house one day. I left my snowmen alone, thinking they'd all be good. But when I returned, I found Fulga's head on the pavement. It is unclear to this day if she wanted to follow me because she couldn't bare seeing me leave or if some of her "friends" pushed her. The main suspect in this case is a pigeon. Smitten had his eyes pulled out and his bowtie ripped but I managed to fix him and make him as good as new. Fulga was rushed immediately to the operating room but there was nothing I could do. She lived a short life but a happy one. 
Picture from the crime scene. Caution! might be shocking for some viewers.

Gigi inherited the hat and was left to take care of the family. 


And he did so for the past week. They were smiling at me every morning from the windowsill. Even if smaller and weirder they were still my cute babies. This morning, however, I got the news. Spring is coming and they had to go.



sâmbătă, 9 noiembrie 2013