Bate vantul frunzele

O punga de plastic imi trece tangential pe deasupra capului. Fassssshhhh….. N-o vad, pentru ca am parul in ochi. Si parul doamnei de langa mine imi este in ochi. Si esarfa domnului din fata mea. Ah, uite, am si o musculita…e neagra. Continue reading


Ups and downs

Actually, this one is more about ups, to be more specific. I had the downs just before and now I am fully enjoying the climbing part. Being back to Bucharest, in the middle of my family and friends brought some light to how I am seeing things, about how I am seeing myself. In the end, it can be only one: ME! Continue reading