Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Author: Andreea Sepi – author

  • Hasta la vista!

    Actually, it’s therapy. It’s therapy the three protagonists in Geoffrey Enthoven’s film are looking for. And it is actually baffling that no one else around them happens to see that. Not the parents, overprotective and naturally obsessed with maintaining the physical body, the tortured, handicapped body, present and “alive”. But the body isn’t really alive.…

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  • Adio, România!

    Nu îmi mai înţeleg ţara. Când despre politică nu se mai poate glumi, când totul se discută din tranşee,  la modul absolutisto-fundamentalist “dacă nu eşti cu noi eşti împotriva noastră”, sau, mai recent, “dacă nu  eşti cu noi, eşti gunoi”, când până şi proprii părinţi răcnesc cu brutalitate la tine şi te jignesc pentru că,…

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  • P.S. la criza Euro

    Din păcate, criza asta care riscă să se perpetueze la infinit în UE nu are numai consecinţe de ordin economic. Din păcate, chiar şi politicienii europeni suferă de miopie şi de “micime” a viziunilor. Ei (şi întreg Vestul Europei) s-au concentrat numai asupra limitării efectelor economice ale crizei, s-au dedicat numai aspectelor materiale, de ordin…

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  • Europe – Endrope?

    I opened the ‘Shares & Stocks’ section of the paper today and an ocean of red met my eye. All the indices were down, except maybe two or three (surprisingly enough, Nokia shares were up. Well, not a lot of place to fall once you’ve hit rock bottom, I guess :-)). So what is the…

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  • Spice it up! (microfiction)

    After 20 years of marriage, their sex life was as exciting as chamomile tea. “What about a threesome, sweet pie”,  he asked sheepishly one day. “With you?! I’d have to be drunk!”, she replied. He took her word for it, prepared a hearty meal and kept the beer flowing. After the third bottle, she turned…

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  • It’s time

    There comes a time when you look at the person next to you – your spouse – and you don’t know them anymore. And the really sad thing is you look at them and you don’t know yourself anymore. You look at him and you ask yourself: “Who is this person?” But you look at…

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  • Vara

    Venise. Prin fereastră, am văzut-o răbufnind cu furie, ca o ceartă urâtă prea mult timp aplanată. Apoi a izbit cu pumnul în ţiglele mansardei şi a trezit în mine o sută de mii de evuri înţepenite. Se năpusteau acum la suprafaţă pocnind bârne cu temerile lor primitive, nesavante. Când i-am auzit, în fine, şuieratul sub…

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  • 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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