Rainbow Child

I saw him when I looked up from the book I was reading. About 25-26 years old, tall, black hair, very cool dressed *well, except the white sport shoes *, and he had a lost look his face, the one that says ‘I don’t know where I am, can you help me?’ He was… adorable!

I tried not to stare, but the impression he made on me was so powerful that I felt the need to do something, I don’t know what, maybe smile at him, actually go and talk to him… anything!

And then I saw it… all gold and shinny… his wedding ring.

It’s useless. All the good guys are taken. I rest my case.

Now please excuse me while I make myself sick eating a whole bowl of mashed potatoes and way too many sweets.

I arrived in Timisoara at 06:45, Friday morning. The train ride was tiring and long and I couldn’t sleep much, but I read and thought about stuff *same old story, same old thoughts, same old shit* and by the time the train entered the station, I was completely wasted

I met M. in the station and we went to the campus. It was an interesting experience staying there for 2 days, but now I’m 100% sure I couldn’t have lived in a campus, I couldn’t have shared a small room with another person, I couldn’t have got used to the idea of common showers/toilets. The room wasn’t bad and the bathroom was more than OK, but I don’t know… yes, there are a lot students there, it’s the perfect place to make friends and get to know all kinds of people, but honestly, I prefer my big, empty room

After we slept for, I don’t know, 1-1.5 hours, M. showed me around town. What can I say… Timisoara is absolutely BEAUTIFUL. I’d been there only once before, when I was little, so I didn’t remember much of it. And then there were all these people telling me how nice the city is, how civilised, how Occidental. And it’s not that I didn’t believe them, but I had my Bucharest and it was enough for me.

Two things really amazed me: how empty the city looked and how silent it was. I mean, we walked through parks and through the main city squares and I had the impression that the people were hiding somewhere, that there’s something wrong with the place, so people-less. It was a strange feeling: after months of walking side by side with other people on the street, after cramming myself day after day into buses, being in Timisoara was like being in a completely different part of the world. And then there was the silence. Not actual silence, but I didn’t hear any honks, or people shouting at each other, or kids crying, or any other noises that are so familiar in Bucharest. The absence of noise was so complete, that it hurt. Of course, they told me that TM is also crowded and noisy, but I refused to believe them.

The buildings were incredibly beautiful. TM is actually picturesque: old buildings, lots of squares, nice people, quaint pubs and tea/coffee houses, you know, it has all the ingredients of a town you could fall in love with. And I did.

And I had lots of fun, too! M. and his friends were especially nice to me and they took me to a concert, to an Italian restaurant, to an ice cream house and to an Irish pub. I also meet a very nice blogger and we talked about books and writer and I spent a very pleasant afternoon with her *can wait to see her again! ^_^* I bought tones of chocolate, which I forgot in M.’s fridge and there was this girl who smiled at me out of the blue, while I was walking down the street *well, M. says she smiled at us, but I don’t believe him – she was looking and smiling at me*, and then there was this very nice waiter who made us laugh and… everyone was sooo nice!

I was supposed to take train back to Bucharest on Sunday afternoon, but my parents called and said there were going to Bucharest as well, and they’d like to pick me up and go together, so I ended taking the train on Sunday *very early* morning to Cluj, which is 150 km away from home!!! And the cool part was that both my parents and I reached Cluj at the same time

Well, I don’t know when I’ll visit TM again, but I hope it’s going to be soonish. It’s too nice a town not to go back there as often as I can. I heart Timisoara!

I can hardly wait to get there! My bag is packed, uRMa has enough food and water to last her the entire weekend, and I’m jumpy and hyper and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Of course I have way too many book with me, of course I don’t know what to wear – Converse or Adio, and of course I have the impression I’ll forget something at home Oh, I have just spoken with Dad on the phone and he was like ‘where are you going? No, your mother didn’t say anything about that! Where are you staying? Who is he?’ Jeez, Dad!

Anyways, I’m off now. I’m sure I’m going to have a hell of a weekend, so do envy me

Mornings are evil! Especially when you wake up 3 times before the alarm clock goes off and then you twist and turn in your bed and can’t quite get back to sleep.

And then you reach the tube station and realise you forgot your book at home so you read and re-read and read again the ads from the tube wagon until you memorised them all. And you look at the other passengers and, my God, they’ve got ugly shoes, conventional clothes and sad faces. Then you try to think about whatever, but of course you can’t, cause you’re too hyper *no reason at all* to actually think about anything coherent and your mind just keeps on wandering from one stupid subject to another and when you finally reach your station you’re as happy as possible that the hell ride is over.

Mornings are evil cause instead of sleeping till the sunlight burns me happy, till the sunlight burns a happy hole in my heart I have to wake up and pretend that I’m living a boring grown-up life. I hate you, mornings!!!

I’m such a good person!

For about 2 weeks now, I have been having a new obsession: the Chupa Chups lollies. So, I was in the bus, on my way to work, enjoying a green Chupa Chups.

In front of me was a mother with a kid, who was staring at me. Then I heard him say:
‘Mum, I want a lolly too.’
‘How on Earth did you remember about lollies?’
‘I saw that girl eating one’, he said in a low voice and smiled at me.
‘Oh, I see. Oh well, I’ll buy you one when we get off.’

The kid was still staring at me, so I fumbled in my bag, found another lolly and gave it to the kid. He looked at me, blushed and shook his head.

‘Come on, take it’, I said smiling back.
‘No, you don’t have to do this’, his mother said.
‘But I want to.’

So the boy took the lolly, smiled and said ‘thank you’.

I am so proud of myself! Now I’m certain I’m going to Heaven! ^_^