Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Author: Andreea Sepi – author

Joy-less

His face is gaunt and he stares blankly ahead. Dragging his feet up the hill to his house, he is either frowning in discontent, looking bored, or being downright spiteful and aggressive. His bubbly anger boils just under the surface. He is 5. At home he has a room full of toys waiting for him.…
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Kayak and jazz weekend

The summers in Germany are damn short and rather on the cool side, at least compared to our south-east European ones. So quite often you will spend the whole month of June with your eyes glued to the weather channel desperately hoping for the good news. If summer happens to fall on a weekend, then…
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Heloooo, said the echo in my brain

Ever since I have gadgets, my brain has been emptying itself of information at a worrying pace. Knowledge deserts me, it peels off my nerve cells like a facial. Everything is crammed into a mess of wires and processors nowadays, and I feel lost without my external hard drive. It is a horrible feeling. My…
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Love and let go

Don’t get me wrong. I am all for love. I live for love. I used to consider it the single most splendid reason to be alive. I have been known to plunge into it deeply, passionately, voluptuously. I have delved into its mystique. And I have given up an enormous amount of myself for love…
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MultiKulti auf Deutsch

The time was 2 p.m. and the temperature was 32 degrees centigrade – in the shade. The parking lot was teeming with expensive cars whence packs of hyperactive, overwrought children irrupted. The mothers were carrying plates and salad bowls and cakes and the fathers looked as lost as they usually do. Dragging my feet across the…
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Shampoo and conditioning

night & day are disengaging with the sound of grain growing. my sleep hovers over these different planets and various bellyaches are screaming their hunger – people don’t need poetry. people need bread, and paperwork, and shoes. sandwiched between convention and fear, old people just want to conform. my calling, my calling – do I…
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George Marlow likes it warm

George who???, you rightly wonder. Marlow, people. George Marlow. The reason we bought a broom. I’ll give you a hint: it purrs, it meows and it likes to idle in the sun. My ex-neighbor’s ex-tomcat. His name is George Marlow. Obviously, George just wouldn’t be enough. He has to have a last name, too. You…
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Românul e expert.

Chiar aşa. Românul e expert. Punct. El e expert la toate, de la fotbal la politică la agricultură, bate câmpii cu graţie şi o ia vertiginos pe arătură cum i se oferă ocazia. Dar mai nou, în ton cu vremurile, românul e expert în marketing. M-a pus ăla cu coarne şi codiţă neagră la spate…
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Married with children… and traveling

Wow, there is nothing that can bring about a change of perspective like traveling does. If you ever feel caged, depressed, trapped inside the everlasting dullness of your daily routine and hating it, take a trip. And don’t forget your kids. Somewhere, between kilometre 132 and 158, after you have changed two diapers full of…
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La muncă, oameni!

Ca să continuăm țanțoș în vena post-ului anterior, iată cum ni se conturează convingerea că un singur lucru e inepuizabil pe lumea asta, și ăla e prostia. O prietenă aflată în căutare de joburi îmi furnizează mai multe exemple de sorginte corporatistă: de la secretara căreia i se cer toate aptitudinile din lume, avertizată că…
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Of of of și vai vai vai…

Urăsc să fiu căinată! Sprâncenele se coboară spre tâmple și se țuguie în mijlocul frunții, vocea trece în registrul plângăcios și prefăcut-grijuliu… cunoașteți stilul? Dom’le, nu-l suport. Ca orice om, am nevoie și mă bucur de empatia (sinceră!) a celorlalți, dar căinarea nu-i empatie. La naiba, nu îmi place să fiu victimă. Nu mi se…
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From face-to-face, to Facebook

For the past 6 years I have been working as a freelance translator. I love the job and the flexibility it offers, but I am finding it increasingly hard to live in an increasingly autistic bubble. The lack of social interaction sometimes borders on the unbearable. Of the thirty some agencies I cooperate with on…
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