Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: Culture

  • The heart of summer

    “The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of good-bye, the wind, traveling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs. (…) Her…

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  • Toni Erdmann – A Must See

    Toni Erdmann, which has just opened in Germany, is a bizarre independent film that will make you embrace Romania with all you’ve got, and which also manages to lampoon the trappings of corporate life just the right amount. (The impossible loneliness, the ridiculous helplessness of wrestling with a dress that’s too tight amidst the barren luxury…

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  • Garmisch sites, Kramer Wandergebiet

    It’s official! Spring is coming. Sweating through our mountain gear Sunday, 06.12.15 in Garmisch – Grasberg Hütte. Copyright photographs: Andreea Sepi, 2015. (Limited series prints available for sale in 30×40 cm frame format, with high-quality passepartout and different color aluminium frames. EUR89,00.)

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  • Thought of the day

    “His conclusion was that things were not always what they appeared to be. The cub’s fear of the unknown was an inherited distrust, and it had now been strengthened by experience. Thenceforth, in the nature of things, he would possess an abiding distrust of appearances. He would have to learn the reality of a thing…

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  • Thought of the day

    “The willingness to change one’s identity, or at least add a second identity – perhaps one of the most painful psychological experiences humans can encounter but also one of the most liberating – is shaped first and foremost by the willingness of the host culture to accept the immigrant into the community. As long as…

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  • November medley

    Copyright photography: Andreea Sepi 2015. (Limited series prints available for sale in 30×40 cm frame format, with high-quality passepartout and different color aluminium frames. EUR89,00.)

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  • Lago di Garda – Italia, 2015

    Motto:  “To have experienced beauty.” Copyright photos: Andreea Sepi 2015. (BW Photos on street corner belong to art photographer Luciano Bonacini: www.lucianobonacini.com)

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  • De sub nicovală

    raportez. aşa se vede lumea de aici. patul conjugal scârţâie. din pricina unui felinar stradal pironit în ochi, n-am mai văzut de mult cerul. ah, progresul! acum am aprins ochiul interior. (dar oare se cade? chiar vrei să vezi câmpul de luptă, măcelăririle? în fine, ai vrut să ştii.) ce facem noi? noi ce să…

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  • The Remains of The Day

    timid spring. the careless beauty of my children romping in the woods today, sharp, colorful, against the greening gray backdrop, gathering twigs for a “bonfire” but first washing them in the tumbles of water or stacking them one upon another and into bridges alongside the brook where they were leaping, looking for frogs; huge stones…

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  • Ouă “împistrite” şi “încondeiate”: The Romanian tradition of Easter egg painting

    Munich, 20.03.2015. The Romanian General Consulate hosted an exhibition and hands-on demonstration of the craft by folk artist Letitia Orsivschi – the founder of Romania’s unique “Egg Museum” (which holds 6000 decorated eggs from all over the world). SEE HOW IT’S DONE!  // UND SO WIRD’S GEMACHT! (siehe unten) Below, an excerpt of the actual videotaped…

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  • The invisible pane

    the sun is hanging in the fir trees by the collar of its wintry coat. old people have come out into the park to walk their dogs to its skirt. the dogs prance and snoop. the people themselves walk at an angle, slanted, like leaden-limbed mimes on a running belt that’s running in the opposite…

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