Andreea Sepi – author – Page 30 – Writer Between Worlds

New Year’s Eve under the Eiffel Tower

Before you go all “Aaaah!…” and “Wow!…” Paris was impressive, but also crowded and rather unromantically dirty. :-) You see, there’s Paris and there’s Paris. There is Paris with children; Paris for lovers; Paris of the learned and Paris of the uncultured; Paris for seniors and Paris for the hip and “chic“. And then there’s all of…
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The commercialization of Christmas…

… the commercialization of life. Living in constant temptation. Craving and crushed by the “loss” of not getting it all. Exhausted by the pain of giving up that which we never had in the first place. Chasing peer-sanctioned matter. Arduously. Everything becomes a purpose in itself, and none of it is real. Cosmetics to mask…
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Acum 25 de ani – Timişoara

Ironie. Piaţa Operei tocmai fusese terminată, după o reconstrucţie care eliminase şinele de tramvai din centru, deviindu-le pe alte străzi. Ca să fie pentru manifestaţiile de sorginte nord-coreeană dedicate “geniului carpatin”. Nu-i pentru cine se pregăteşte. Sau da, pentru el au fost, dar pe invers. Ironie. Eram un copil la Revoluţie, dar îmi amintesc… …cum…
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Copiii spun lucruri înspăimântătoare

– Hai, copile, mai repede, că mi-e frig. Sunt bolnavă, am luat-o şi eu de la tine. – Ieeee!… Talk about dancing on somebody’s grave… :-) Picture source: Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson.
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The Trees That Wanted To Travel

… A PARABLE Do you know the story about the trees that wanted to travel? These were young, tall, beautiful, trees, and they were able to see very far away. The horizons they saw looked so sunny and pleasantly warm, and appealing. So the trees wondered if not maybe in those lands, far, far away,…
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R.I.P. Unfi!

Our dog died yesterday. He was our first. We did’t even know what to do with him in the beginning. We learned. He lived to be 17 and a half years old – the stray puppy that had once looked like a small strange rat. He died naturally, of old age. He was completely blind,…
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Pastila de râs

Fiică-mea are puţin peste 3 ani. Concepţia ei despre obiectele care formează realitatea înconjurătoare se centrează pe temele: “Cine l-a cumpărat?” “Cât costă?” “Vreau şi eu”. Vede un ditai microbuzul pe stradă: “Vreau şi eu aşa o maşină. Cât costăăă?” Îi dau o felie de pizza: “E bună. Cine a cumpărat? Cât costăăă?” Azi tocmai…
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Uimiri

Mă uimeşte disponibilitatea oamenilor de a trăi o viaţă desenată pentru ei de alţii. Lipsa dorinţei vulcanice de a şi-o croi, măcar în parte, singuri. De a încerca măcar. Mă uimeşte uşurinţa cu care se mulează pe forma piesei lipsă a puzzle-ului. Uşurinţa cu care acceptă că lucrul cel mai satisfăcător al vieţii ar fi…
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Adventures at Matterhorn

– by guest blogger Armand Csordas – It all started when I found out that I can get a car for tests over the long German reunification weekend. In the office I have a reputation as a fan of front drive family cars, something quite rare in my company, which produces mainly rear drive overpowered race cars. I…
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Keyboards

dear God is so annoyingly old-fashioned that he’s gone thousands of years without an upgrade in design. we are obsolete. we continue to be born with hands – tools for tactile emotion – even though there is no one to hold, even though there is no one to touch, even though everything is nothing…
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Deutschland – Servicewüste?

Another glorious day for German sales services and German sales people. So I’ve been sick for a week and I’m entering the pharmacy to get some vitamin gummy bears and maybe a nose spray. The only shop assistant present is busy going through the entire cosmetics product range with a middle-aged woman. Besides me, there…
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My Roommate

It’s morning. A spider has just rappelled down on my desk, where I was writing a goodbye letter. He stopped an inch short of touching it and is hanging there, by his own thread, suspended, like me. I cannot breathe. I’m watching him wrap the whole room up in sticky wordless webs, so nimble, like…
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