Cum sa NU circuli cu bicicleta

29 Jul

Baia Mare, oras mic de provincie in care nu se intampla nimic, oh ce plictisitor e aici, ce lejer e pe strazi, ce de biciclisti, ce fain te poti da cu bitza – am tot spus blablaurile astea si chiar le-am crezut. Pana azi.

Biciclesc in Baia Mare din primavara si mereu mi s-a parut un paradis al biciclistilor. Ii vedeam cand pe strada, cand pe trotuar, facandu-si singuri regulile. In Bucuresti nu mi-am permis niciodata sa trec pe bicicleta pe la vreo trecere de pietoni, nici daca avea semafor. Stiu cum sunt soferii acolo si imi era frica. In plus, regulamentul spune clar ca atunci cand vrei sa traversezi, biciclist fiind, pe la o trecere de pietoni, trebuie sa te dai jos de pe bicicleta si sa mergi pe langa ea.

Dar in Baia Mare nici vorba de asa ceva. Biciclistii sunt ba pe strada, ba pe trotuar. Nimeni nu-i claxoneaza, li se da prioritate, ce mai, conditii super de biciclit. Iar daca pana acum ma dadeam jos, cel putin la trecerile marcate, dar fara semafor, uite ca am nu am mai ascultat de partea mea nemteasca si m-am lenevit, trecand ca o floare pe bicicleta la orice trecere de pietoni.

Azi bicicleam linistita in drum spre serviciul mamei, ascultam Nouvelle Vague si fredonam, cand am ajuns la un bulevard relativ mare, pe care m-am hotarat sa-l trec pe bicicleta. In fata mea erau niste pietoni, asa ca venind de pe straduta am pedalat repede ca sa-i ajung din urma. Normal ca m-am uitat in dreapta, dar masina aia alba era asa departe de mine, aveam timp sa trec. Si cand eram la jumatatea trecerii aud frane si vad cu coada ochiului cum masina alba da in mine. Cad jos, ma ridic repede; traficul era oprit, nu se auzea nici un sunet, cel din masina a coborat incet, dar pana sa ajunga la mine deja erau vreo 3-4 neni acolo: unul mi-a dat ochelarii, unul mi-a ridicat bicicleta si unul a vrut sa-l bata pe sofer. Noroc ca a aparut politia si a rezolvat situatia.

Inca nu intrasem in starea de soc asa ca am putut sa le spun ca nu ma doare nimic si ca a fost vina mea. M-au dus la Urgenta pentru ca trebuia ceva constatare de la medic pentru procesul verbal. In masina politie mi-am dat seama de ce s-a intamplat de fapt si am inceput sa plang. Nu am nimic rupt, nu m-am lovit la cap, m-am julit doar la picior si la cot si inca ma dor muschii de la piciorul stang, cel in care a dat masina. Ma consider cat se poate de norocoasa.

Politistii s-au purtat foarte fain cu mine, mi-au spus ca am gresit, ca nu e voie sa traversez pe bicicleta, m-au incurajat. Nu credeam ca sunt asa de treaba, poate din nou am fost norocoasa si am dat peste un echipaj cu suflet. La sectie am dat declaratie, am tot semnat chestii, am facut si o schita a accidentului, iar la final am primit doar un avertisment. Norocoasa din nou.

Nenea care m-a lovit cred ca era si el in stare de soc; cert e ca nu s-a uitat deloc la mine si nu mi-a adresat nici un cuvant. Stiu ca eu eram de vina, dar ma asteptam macar la un “esti bine?” din partea lui. Repet, el nu avea nici o vina, dar cred ca nici atent nu era. Erau oameni pe trecere, avea vizibilitate 100% asupra ei, iar pe mine m-a lovit cand deja eram cu jumatate de bicicleta pe cealalta banda. Nu il invinovatesc cu nimic, ci ma gandesc ca daca ar fi fost el mai atent, ca eu sigur nu am fost, as fi scapat doar cu o injuratura. Dar dupa cum mereu imi spune mama, eu trebuie sa ma pazesc, sa nu astept sa ma fereasca soferii, asa ca rau am facut cand am crezut ca macar o data o sa ma fereasca si ei.

E clar o lectie pe care trebuia sa o primesc. Daca as fi tinut inca la principiile mele vizavi de regulile de circulatie, clar nu as fi trecut prin asta. Acum nu-mi ramane decat sa-mi promit ca nu o sa ma incalc vreo regula, oricat de tare ma grabesc sau oricat de lene mi-ar fi sau indiferent de cata lume o incalca. Normal ca si traversand regulamentar se putea intampla acelasi lucru, dar atunci sentimentul de vinovatie nu m-ar mai apasa atat de tare.

Maine imi duc bicicleta la reparat (roata din spate e cam indoita), dar pana cand e gata o sa circul cu Pegasul si o sa ma dau jos de pe el la orice trecere de pietoni, oricat de mica ar fi. Azi am avut noroc, dar nu vreau sa intind coarda.

The happy gang

26 Jul

I have no idea why I’m not wearing my glasses in that pic.

The art of being alone

25 Jul

It’s not easy, it’s not easy at all being alone. Yeah, you’ve got independence, you can be as selfish as you want, but it’s still not easy. You wake up in the morning and think: ‘I’ve got a full day ahead of me, just me myself and I. What should I do today?’ And you have to come up with one-person activities. When you cook you put on music cause otherwise the kitchen is too silent. When you read you must not think that it would be so great to have someone reading by your side; so you make yourself a cup of tea and pretend that’s your friend.

You have to learn not to depend on others but without ending up a loner. You go out with friends, you feel good, but then you know you’re going to end alone in your apartment and you have to be OK with that. So you buy a chocolate on your way home, you think about things to do, you watch a movie and you forget about the alone part.

And it’s always awkward telling people that you do things alone, that you go on trips alone. ‘Why don’t you go with a friend?’ Because my friends have their own lives and most of them don’t have as much free time as I have. ‘Oh, but why don’t you find yourself a boyfriend to do stuff with?’ Because I don’t want a boyfriend just because I don’t have anyone to do stuff with and good guys don’t just grown on trees. ‘But do you like doing things on your own?’ See, this is something that you learn through hard years of practice. Some are really good at this, other still have a long way to go. But yeah, I don’t mind this anymore, I’m used to it. ‘And don’t you feel alone?’ Heh, I’m always alone.

I always take a book with me so as not to be alone. If I’m eating by myself in a restaurant I have the book in front of me and read from it. Or if I’m waiting for someone I take my book out of the bag and start reading. It gives me a feeling of being with someone. And everything is fine and dandy until someone has to shout it out in your face that in fact you’re alone, it’s no point hiding behind a book.

I don’t know why people dread being alone. It’s hard work, but in the end it’s not that bad. At least now you don’t have to postpone going somewhere because other people can’t join you. You don’t have to put up with other’s bad temper, stupid ideas etc. You are your own master; you can do whatever you want, when you want.

Being alone is a social status, just like being in relationship, being married, being divorced are. It shouldn’t be a shame that you are alone, people shouldn’t look at you pitiful. Not all of us are equipped for being in a relationship, that shouldn’t be hard to understand or accept. And not all of us accept being in a relationship only because “we have to be”. I don’t think there’s something wrong with me if I think about myself as a future spinster. And why should that be?

People can’t possibly be by your side all the time, so I’m happy that I’ve learnt how to be there for myself. Alone people are not that bad :)

Girlie stuff45

24 Jul

I’m going through a period when nothing can hurt me cause I don’t really care about anything. People can come and go, I don’t care. Feelings, wants and desires can occupy my mind one day and be totally gone the next, I don’t care. I’ve never been more calm; in the end I guess it’s better not to care about anyone or anything.

Timisoara with a little detour to Garana

22 Jul

After 6 days of being in a beautiful city, camping, going to concerts and hanging out with friends, it was time I came back. Timisoara is a city I hope I’ll have enough courage to move to one day. It’s really a minuature copy of Vienna, but without its bourgeois atmosphere. It’s beautiful and colourful, with adorable terraces directly on the sidewalk, with buildings I could spend hours and hours looking at, with parks and nice houses. I’d love to get old in that city!

Even the old buildings that aren’t renovated are so nice. I’m really in love with the city, there I’ve said it :) And it’s so cool that there are sooo many bikers! Young people, old people, cool new bikes, old bike, ah, it’s a biker paradise out there :)

As for Garana, it was a real adventure out there. I’m totally helpless when it comes to setting up the tent, but I was lucky to have some friends of my friends help me. Mountain-people are indeed very nice and helpful, they’re too good people for someone as mean as I am :) Anyways, I had a great time with them and maybe one day I’ll go camping with them again :)

The concerts were awesome, but I feel like the organisers were a bit disorganised. Not to mention that I find really stupid the idea of having to sit on benches throughout the concerts. I mean, it gets bloody cold up there in the mountains and you’re sitting! Not good! And there was a lot of mud and grrrr other things. I’m more of a “grass”-type of person and that’s one major thing I believe Garana lacks.

I’m going to miss this beautiful city, but hopefully I’ll go there again year after year. That is if my friends there still want to have me there :D