Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Author: Andreea Sepi – author

  • Why some dreams are deaf

    What is the deal with making our dreams come true and all that bla-bla? Why do we always have to make our dreams come true? That is tremendous pressure. Why can’t they just stay dreams?  They’re more soothing that way. Dreams have a therapeutic quality that simply dissolves the minute they come true. The minute…

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  • Toamna (remember 2003)

    E toamnă.  E de ajuns să spun atât. E toamnă, lumina bate oblic, iar eu mă scufund într-o plăcută astenie bordo. Totul e blând toamna.  Soarele, bruma, vântul, culorile. Fiindcă am abonament integral pe reţeaua de autobuze şi fiindcă, Slavă Domnului, în ziua asta providenţială nu am altceva de făcut, am decis să mă plimb…

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  • A society of egomaniacs?

    Some people think they’re unhappy because they don’t get to meet enough of their personal needs. I think we’re unhappy because we’re too damn focused on our personal needs. Focus on the other person for a change. Some people think they’re unhappy because they can’t satisfy their ego enough. I say we’re unhappy because we indulge…

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  • Dor de bunici

    Copil fiind, creşti cu credinţa fermă că părinţii şi bunicii sunt eterni. Ei sunt un fel de eroi mitici atotputernici şi atotştiutori, coborâţi pe pământ ca să îţi poarte ţie de grijă şi să graviteze în jurul tău. Lor nu li se poate întâmpla nimic, ei vor fi tot timpul acolo, tot timpul la fel,…

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  • … e viva Italia!

    The first thing that strikes you about Italy, coming from Germany, is the light. Italy has a whole new level of light. The moment you emerge from the Alps, you’re blinded. The colors look different, they’re mellow, and the air is a pleasant warm embrace in which you can float. Your heart lights up too,…

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  • With a heavy heart – and body

    Ciao, we’re back. I didn’t want to come back. Had no choice. Italy seduces me every time, and one of these days I am going to cave in and move there. For good. Until then, if there’s one conclusion that can be drawn from our little Italian stint (apart from the fact that I ABSOLUTELY…

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  • All packed?

    Yes, we’re finally going on vacation. I feel pretty safe making that information public because, even if somehow (God forbid!) thieves were to hit on our home while we’re away, there’d be nothing left for them to steal. We’ve packed it all. Seriously. Even the laptops, for the kids’ entertainment, toys, books, more food than…

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  • Just an inkling

    Maybe that’s why young people everywhere are lured by all sorts of fundamentalist ideologies: They feel the same nostalgia for a simpler, clearer, more honest past. A straightforward past of black and white. That seems authentic to them. It’s important to relativize in order to protect basic rights and freedoms, but too much relativity, in…

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  • Engines of the world

    I don’t know if this means I’m getting old or I have just been pushed into insanity by two sweet nagging children, but the world used to be so much quieter when I was little. The days seemed fuller, too, although I cannot imagine what we could have filled them with. No TV, no Internet,…

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  • Penny-pincher extraordinaire

    Advertising has got to be the easiest profession on Earth in Germany. You start out with a comprehensive technical description of your product, and then you just add “BILLIG” ( CHEAP) in large, bold capitals on top of it. Or the “creative” version “SCHNÄPPCHEN” (BARGAIN).  Heck, you can sell any rotten fruit, any withered vegetable…

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  • Life is a cucumber salad

    I’m into natural beauty. I hear people are giving their daughters nose jobs for their 18th birthday. I love my daughter’s nose, and I’d much rather cut up anybody who comes near it. It is perfect just the way it is. Who would want a mass-produced Barbie for a daughter?!.. But that’s another story. This…

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  • Small town blues

    I used to be a big city girl, dynamic and fulfilled. But then I emigrated and became a shadow. First, I couldn’t speak a word of German. Yes, to the extent that I would bring home a jar of red cabbage thinking it was red beet. By the time I was einigermaßen able to communicate,…

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