“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
Opera is one of the humanity’s most beautiful and complex inventions. It fills you with happiness. You come out of the concert hall with a big smile on your face and you grin all the way to the train station, until the first layer of warmness wears off. For hours you hear the music ringing in your mind. And then, at the end, it’s like drinking … Continue reading Summer mornings
A nice week, with new events, new people, new habits and… BISCUITS!!!! It is funny how these round shaped, chocolate or plain, sweet and fatty beauties can change you bit by bit. For example: We were having our usual walk when we reached a big field. “Well, go ahead, do some laps.” said mom. “Yeah, I smirk, you know that my endurance is limited …” “Well, … Continue reading Biscuits!
Green. This week I’ve experienced green in all its forms. I drank green due to my mum, I see green due to rain and I live green because it’s fun! Mum bought a juice-thing-machine named Hurom, but we love to rename things. Her name is Hurrem (and the machine is red). Hurrem works a lot. She gets the juice out of kinda anything called vegetable … Continue reading Leopards of Haslemere
You really get used to rain here. Nothing special anymore. Only rain. But sometimes sun decides it’s time to show up. I think each country get the same amount of sun per day. Only some get more. You know: All are equal but some are more equal than others. Well, this weekend, sun showed up! We decided to discover another part of Haslemere. The forest. … Continue reading Eighteen
Week days pass without much incident. The warm air makes us sleepy, but there is no time. Math’s week. The week dedicated to Maths revision. However after the morning passes and the afternoon arrives there comes the time for exploring. And so, the curiosity led us to the jewel of Haslemere: Chatsworth Avenue. This mix of French and English (‘chat’ and ‘worth’) describes what you … Continue reading Cat Hunting
Life goes on in Haslemere. Undisturbed it moves on like the small river that I cross daily. Its usual clearness is disturbed only when it rains. Oddly it doesn’t rain as much as I expected. England’s rain is different from the normal rain. It falls swiftly, you barely feel it and after it stops, life is left behind. This week we saw rain and I’ve … Continue reading A forest