Me and my writing

Even I ask myself why now? Why is it that this very day I have decided upon starting to create, gather, and write all in one place? I have so much written stuff, in so many places, that there are some items I completely forget about. All gathered in a number of years. Brief or long phrases, boring texts or interesting texts, written in a cab, at the wheel, at school, or in a restaurant. They’ve all got their story, their place, their fragrance…because I’m always struck by my imagination in the most unexpected moments in time. When I want to write I can’t, my mind just blocks and my hands get blocked on the keyboard. I write a lot when I get melancholic, when I live a different feeling, when I see something that touches me. I write in a simple, perhaps much too simple style. Without any big words, without any metaphores, because I always write how I feel.

It’s been a while since I asked myself how my web page would be named. I could never come up with a suggestion, it always seemed too much, or to little, or too corny. I believe that until now I have opened at least 10 pages, with distinct names, colours or expressions. But after a while, when I entered and saw them, they did not tell me anything, I was simply not there, that’s all.

One part of Shanghai

Almost half asleep and with my eyes half closed, I have finally left the office. Of course it takes ages to find a cab, but in the end I get one, because I’ve been a little bit more alert and while everyone else were desperately waving, I quicly got on a cab.
I didn’t even have my coffee, so..I put my head on the rear bench – type seat, I set the alarm after 30 minutes (that’s how long you stay in traffic in Shanghai in the morning). And when I was just about to fall asleep, only the sun  was actually making me nervous, I suddenly hear the words “ You wish to leave, but you don’t take me with you…”. I got up I wasn’t sure if I was hearing and seeing straight. One Chinese man, who speaks no other foreign language, only the Mandarine, was listening to and even saying the words in his own world, of a lovely and well known tune of Ozone namely “Dragostea din tei”. He sees that I liked it and plays the tune once more… we understand each other by signs and waving, one single smile has been enough to make him understand that this is how he could wake me up in the morning. But that’s the whole charm, isn’t it?
Such a nice beginning of a morning, let’s see what will happen next.. “Alo…Sunt eu…” (Hello,…. It’s me…)


Today I have lived a completely new experience. During my lunch break that lasts for one hour I have decided to eat in the Chinese restaurant in the office building. Naturally no waiter speaks English, so we understand each other by signs and by using Google Translate. I began eating and realized that no one had any napkins. Therefore, I asked for one. Don’t imagine that was simple. I could not show it to them, the English was not something for him to understand, the translation was probably not so efficient, therefore I wasn’t even a little bit successful. I took him to the kitchen, where I have finally found a napkin. I was very happy that I had finally found what I had been looking for. I was so smiley when the waiter took it from my hand and started saying “No… no”, I couldn’t understand what was going on. The same story once again, he was speaking Chinese, I was speaking English. My luck has been a very kind lady who started translating for me. The waiter tried to tell me that I had to pay 1 RMB for the napkin.
and that’s how I wasted 20 minutes of my lunch break…

O parte din Shanghai

Pe jumatate adormita si cu ochii cazuti in gura, intr-un final am plecat spre servici. Bineinteles ca dureaza o vesnicie sa gasesc un taxi, dar intr-un final iau unu, pentru ca am fost putin mai agera si in timp ce toti ceilalti faceau disperati cu mana, eu m-am urcat repejor in masina.
Nici macar cafeaua nu am baut-o asa ca..Pun capul pe bancheta din spate, pun alarma dupa 30min(cam atat se sta in trafic in Shanghai dimineata). Si cand aproape atipisem, doar soarele ce ma mai deranja, aud “Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei…”. M-am ridicat, nu eram sigura daca auzieam si vedeam bine. Un chinez, care nu vorbeste nicio alta limba, doar mandarina, asculta si ba chiar fredoneaza in lumea lui frumoasa melodie si foarte cunoscuta “Dragostea din tei”, a lui Ozone. Si vede ca imi place, si o da de la capat… Ne intelegem prin semne si dat din maini, un singur zambet a fost suficient sa inteleaga ca asa imi poate da trezirea de dimineata.. Dar asta-i farmecul, nu?
Frumos inceput de dimineata, sa vedem ce va urma.. “Alo…Sunt eu…”

Astazi am trait o noua experienta. In pauza de masa, care dureaza 1h, am decis sa mananc in restaurantul chinezesc din cladirea de birouri. Normal, niciun ospatar nu vorbeste engleza, deci ne intelegem prin semne si google translate. Am inceput sa mananc si mi-am dat seama ca nimeni nu are servetel. Asa ca, am cerut unul. Nu va inchipuiti ca a fost simplu. De aratat nu aveam cum sa ii arat, engleza nu intelegea, traducerea probabil nu era foarte buna, deci nu aveam succes deloc. M-am dus cu el in bucatarie, am gasit intr-un final un servetel. Eram foarte fericita pentru ca in sfarsit am gasit ce cautam. Eram numai un zambet, cand ospatarul mi l-a luat din mana si a inceput sa zica “No, no..”. Nu intelegeam ce se intampla. Iar aceasi poveste, el vorbea in chineza, eu in engleza. Noroc ca a aparut o doamna binevoitoare, care a inceput sa imi traduca. Ospatarul incerca sa imi spuna ca trebuie sa platesc pentru servetel, 1RMB.
Si asa am pierdut 20 de minute din pauza mea de masa…



Eu si scrisul

Chiar si eu ma intreb de ce acum? De ce chiar astazi m-am hotarat sa incep sa creez, sa adun, sa scriu intr-un singur loc. Am atatea chestii scrise, in atatea locuri, incat de unele si uit. Toate adunate in multi ani. Fraze scurte sau lungi, texte plictisitoare sau interesante, scrise in taxi, la volan, la scoala, in restaurant.. Toate au povestea lor, locul lor, parfumul lor..Pentru ca tot timpul imaginatia ma loveste in cele mai neasteptate momente. Cand vreau sa scriu nu pot, mi se blocheaza mintea si mainile pe tastatura. Scriu mult cand sunt melancolica, cand traiesc un sentiment diferit, cand vad ceva ce ma impresioneaza. Scriu simplu, mult prea simplu poate. Fara cuvinte mari, fara metafore, pentru ca scriu mereu ce simt.

De mult timp ma intrebam cum s-ar numi pagina mea. Nu aveam niciodata o idee, tot timpul mi se parea prea mult, prea putin, prea banal. Cred ca pana astazi am deschis cel putin 10 pagini, cu diferite nume, culori sau expresii. Dar dupa ceva timp, cand intram si vedeam, nu imi spuneau nimic, nu eram eu acolo si atat.