Back home

I have a theory. It sounds something like this: When you must catch an early airplane and wake up at horrible hours only then do three human typologies step in. First are people that, although they haven’t slept, will wake up with a strong will of finishing whatever tasks there are to finish until the taxi arrives. Respect for those kind of people. Then there … Continue reading Back home

Memories

“Right, recurrent decimals (whatever those are)”  I am sitting in maths class, but my thoughts are miles away.   How can I concentrate on decimals when all I see in my head is home?  I see the dusty street in Pantelimon, the houses without huge live fences, the trees not arching above you head, but growing straight. I hear dogs barking or the rusty engine … Continue reading Memories