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Hahaha. Really! I am freshly back from my stroll on Istiklal.

Momentary need for continuous action

I need something.

Failure to launch

This morning feels like a crossover between the extras in Resident Evil (one, two and three) and the bomb in Sunshine. The temperatures are expected to drop significantly for this time of the year, and I am expected in Craiova. Under the circumstanes the inventor of coffee can give herself or himself a pat on the back.

My personal ant farm under the magnifying glass

My life is the same, but I am changing, allowing for the harmless occasional contradiction. I have been visiting the idea of writing about my past love and conquests.

Bending-mending

In a time when our love was young and deep, and despite that I had upset and hurt you then, I have taken you to see a film we both agreed afterwards was good. Now I own the film and you are with someone else.

I hate the cold wet leaves, their sparkling yellow from the distance of my window, all the way down. My spirit is not there yet. Wherever there is... I will admit I am not completely to terms with myself.

False advertising, truth or dare?

 

Yesterday I had to cut a lime with a fork. Sometime it feels like I have been doing this all along.

Yellow brick road

Slatina might be the new Caracal. For the uninitiated, Caracal is, according to the Romanian urban legends, THE city of blunders. As presumably shown here or here.

Now, as I was minding my own drive, following the yellow brick road so to speak, or for the more conservative of you the road signs, I was lead to Primaverii street. Note to self, to be avoided in the future. Just as I entered the street, taking a left turn I was about to hit a lamppost in the MIDDLE of the road. Literally the middle of the road. Where it not for my excellent reflexes, the city of Slatina might have been in mourning after its eloquent pillar of their street signing slash street lighting system. I have seen poles in the road before, like in Bucharest, but they were somehow more discreet in placing them rather closer to the sidewalk.

Unfortunately, in the after shock of avoiding collision, I could not bring myself to stop the car, turn around and take a picture with my phone cam, now my only working cam.

Also in Slatina, road bumpers go both up and down, meaning one sector of the bumper is bumped, while the other might be a whole in the road.

Drive safely, everybody!