Critic for one day
Like a joke I would say … “than to go into the refrigerator and think cold, better go outside, frost a little, but I can think cold.” I said, I went a little outside to walk though it was cold and ugly but I blew my brain a little.
Does it matter if I’m ready to write again? Why not because I’m tired of the Internet and Google, then the answer would be … Why not? Uffff, I was frozen so I’ll go home to write again.
Before starting and inserting some of the ideas into a little story, I pray that made me happy or unhappy in a certain part of my life, I will give you two quotes from the famous Oscar Wilde (whom I adore him), which are very close to my little history, namely:
“Life is the best theater, but, sorry, the repertoire is a little stupid.”
“Being natural is a very difficult position – you will not resist.”
Is that so? Let’s see…
Still, I try to be as natural and original as possible, but I do not impose it, but on the contrary, it is my nature, but as long as I can withstand, that will decide the time. I’m not a modern Nostradamus to anticipate the future even if I want to know and avoid the traps of life, but I always rely on intuition, having a life concept in my head “I will never give up and I will go forward , no matter what happens, “as if nothing happened.
I do not know honestly whether it is good or bad, but it went well in any situation and I did great.
It was in the grace year of 1983, when I graduated from the faculty of construction, finally having the satisfaction that I was the 5th in the country, from 3 university centers, Bucharest, Iasi and Timisoara (and I do not joke in any form) because two colleagues in front of me were married and took their wives with them. This position has given me the advantage of choosing and sharing where I have always dreamed in Sibiu, even though I have had many contradictory discussions with other colleagues from other university centers.
I did not learn for 5 years at college to do what others want with my “life”. According to the laws in force at that time, I had a period of internship at the place where I chose the assignment.
We went to Sibiu by train because we did not have a car and after about 6 hours we arrived. And now I feel the smell of the gangs, which for me was wonderful, because it was the first time I started on the unpaved road of life, not knowing what might follow.
I say that everything that I am telling you is a real thing I have experienced in a period that I will qualify “black” for the country I was living in, not knowing what to follow over 6 years, openness to the world, freedom, democracy.
I presented myself at work as it should be, and I will have an interview with the director of the company to which I was assigned to the government. But the interview was not very pleasant to me because I was treated with great superiority as if I were coming from another part of the world, which made me terribly annoyed, but because of my intuition and good sense I abstained, first proof of tact and diplomacy. But it is very true that we came from beyond the Carpathians. Anyway, I had in my pocket the government distribution that gave me the right to fill the job.
I would not want to say what’s going on in my soul, but that was and was supposed to fit into the new rules of society. Very hard as it is well known that I am a non-conformist, explosive type often and maybe too natural in expression, in other words, they are not “yes man” as everyone would have liked. But they would not know, neither my qualities nor my defects … a gaining point.
In the first instance I was assigned to about 32 km from Sibiu in Nocrich, inhabited at that time by 90% of German Saxons, a settlement located halfway between Sibiu and Agnita, and located on the beautiful valley of Hartibaci.
The summer could be reached either by car or by bus, but in winter it was a nightmare but a pleasant nightmare. Big God at temperatures of -16-18 degrees Celsius could not travel very well on the road so we took the train from Sibiu railway station, a train like for children (the mocanita was called it), which circulates narrowly like the trains in me , but very nice because it had a miniature steam locomotive and small wagons, and the area through which it passed was of extraordinary beauty, that is, the valley of Hartibaci, having to the left the submontane area and to the right plain surrounded by hills.
In the winter, though, if there was little heat in the train, the scenery was amazing as it circled with it through the magical story tabs of an unreal world, the steam from the locomotive created some dreams of dreams.
In the first few months I did my job and I learned a lot about hydro-technical constructions things that I can only know from practice.
The people we were subordinate to were of several nationalities, Hungarian, German and Romanian. Their team boss was a German sax named Hans, a mountain of man, chiseled like a stone of impressive height, he could even lift a train bog in his arms like a real weight-lifter, but with a very good soul. Simple man without much training, but an extraordinary craft from which I learned a lot. By tact and special diplomacy I always show how I have to do, how to have a civilized behavior towards people and how it should be a real boss. I honestly did not know how to know them, but he also taught me how to be a team (like D’Artagnan’s famous expression of the three Musketeers “all for one and one for all” knew what Dumas knew), and leadership, which I honestly have always used, even now why I thank them from my heart. Well, how much does work with man!!!!
Finally I was changed to another work after I finished there, this being a more pretentious work, on the Mag river, about 20 km from Sibiu, on the road leading to Timisoara, a road that I did not I know many times, a very nice road. I mean, I was close to Sibiel.
In the first instance, I was asked to make a more extensive report about a land area and a swamp beyond the main bridge, the area to be set up. After serious documentation in the area and after a thorough analysis of some documents and books from the library, I presented to the director in an open session the factual situation while pointing out that it is not worth doing hydro-technical constructions in that area, first of all as risk destroying the surrounding nature of exceptional beauty, unbalance the ecosystem concerned, populated by poultry and other animals, and secondly the cost of those buildings would have been very high.
Even today I did not understand what my report was used for they were in the project to carry out hydro-technical works in the area, which I personally disagreed with. But what do you think? Was someone listening to me, a trainee engineer without any decision-making power? Anyway later in the years and years I happened to find out on the internet that somebody who is a newcomer to Biodiversity used that report successfully for the protection of the area, which is why the area in question remained the virgin as I first saw.
So a battle won by me years and years. Obviously it had been a trick for somebody, perhaps for declassification, maybe for other reasons I did not know, but he did not have the success he was betting, just as I said I was not “yes man”.
Beautiful lady was the time I spent in Sibiu a medieval city that when you watched it from the clock tower, create a special state, nostalgia as if you saw the medieval knights at a tournament, with beautiful domes, special carnivals, old houses ancient times that enriched all of its color into a wonderful spectral fan. Well and not only beautiful because of the work I did daily but also on the sentimental background, what God was young but I do not want to talk about it now, maybe in another story.
After the unsuccessful challenge I have been subjected to, I have proposed to be a little more careful about how I will continue not to fall into their traps.
I was telling you about the Mag river, located at the right of the bridge at 10 km from the exit from Sibiu; in fact, there was a stream of water flowing into a huge bed in the area to build dams and earthworks to create the fishery. Please, that’s what I knew about the project, since I had not received any documentation, but just a trivial plan to locate them.
We did not have a project, not geotechnical studies, not hydrological studies, anything but that plan that I told you, and some dangerous stories of fellow engineers. Gambling, is not it?
But I did not have what I was supposed to do, the project and that’s what I did. Any other constructor engineer would not have gotten that kind of thing without a pre-written documentation, either written or not, because I did not even talk about it because I did not have it at the time. I had to keep my back and the little money I was getting at that time. But I did not know what to follow.
I learned from the locals that the Mag Magic became a real evil after the spring rains. I went with my plan to check the area and get an idea of how much a plan of beating and starting work. They did not expect anything like this, as among others I was unpredictable, let’s say another quality that saved me from extreme situations.
When I got there, I was stunned by what I saw, there were some tall and tall old earth holes like the Egyptian pyramids of Gizeh, made without any noise, saying to myself … “What have I sinned on this world, Lord, let me go into hell without being stopped by anyone? ”
Please, is this my destiny? , thinking about the Oscar Wilde quotes …
But being young, full of enthusiasm, optimistic, natural and relaxed (in behavior), I said … let me handle it in one way or another. I did not have anyone to consult with, because I did not trust anyone, although there was a boss who “kept” that work, but who, in my humble opinion, “had glasses of horse,” and in my head I do not know what he had nothing else but the brain), the typical “yes man” individual who made totally atypical decisions and who would have liked all the academics in this world.
I went home and that night I was a very good advisor to the decisions I would take in the coming days, what I had to do and what I had to start with some “bomb” solutions to which he would have said. “WOW, that’s not all over or you’ve seen too many Science Fiction movies.”
This time I wrote what I needed, people, equipment, machines to solve the problem and start or better say to rebuild what others have done before me. The director of the company was amazed at what I explained to him that I was going to do, and how I see how to solve the problem, replicating my joy more seriously “Sir, I’m going to your hand, I hope it’s not the dead hand – the expression of the game to poker “. I also said that it could come in a month after I got to work, together with the designers to see what I did, provided the weather also helped me, that is, not to rain. He said okay, and absolutely everything that I had asked for.
I’ve taken courage like never before, I’ve analyzed the technical solution I’ve been thinking about and started working. Piscicultural arrangements were to be 100% water covered an area of approximately 28 ha. I will not go into too many technical details, but the solution is ingenious, and easy to understand will reveal to you a few.
What have I done? we moved the longitudinal axis of the dam from the initial position slightly downstream, with approx. 0.5-1.0 m, we tilted the upstream perennial area, and we moved the land and local dredges downstream, tilting the angle a little more aggressive for stability, also considering the inner clay bulb to reach the tastiest area. We have raised its crown for traffic, considering also the hydro-technical constructions, even if it exceeded its axis, the connection between them (monk-dam) being extended with an access bridge, especially for subsequent unclogging. I have not forgotten the spillway by moving its position so that it would do its job in case the waters were very large, we put a concrete spur on the pear for the deflection of the water from the rising, and the upward pear I put with tiles from reinforced concrete in chess style, the rest of the voids being filled with cast concrete. On the transverse axis of the dam seeing its elevation by more than 1 m. Great solution, the truth as the weather kept with me in full.
I did not have a simpler solution than that, but it was a second success in my career, even though I was in my early years of internship. Dams can be seen today on the main road. That’s what I’m proud of.
About a month after the start of the works, the Company’s CEO came to see what he had done, the expression on his face letting him understand that he liked it. He came to me and said, “Young to know that I trusted you, that you will solve the problem, but I never thought you would go out that great!”
Sibiu was an episode of my life in many ways, so in other words, Oscar Wilde was right … “that life is a stage of theater” but it depends on what the play is playing, of scenography, direction and not least of the actors.
It seems like I was one of the “actors”, but this time a successful one even though my compromise was attempted during the three acts. Probably it was the destiny, it’s going to be harder to make it the winner.
Winner in the sense of learning a lot in terms of life management.
I wonder, are I right or not? What do you think?
Jan 11, 2018
There are a few more days and the holiday of the birth of the Lord is coming in, and on December 25th.
The joy of Christmas makes sense because it comes to the world of the Savior of the World that will escape the humanity of sin manifesting with love among men, expressing itself by the beautiful gesture of giving to each of us something, either spiritual or material. In order to receive it, you must also give in turn.
Santa Claus was created by Christian mythology, coming on the night of December 24 to December 25, with gifts to both children and adults, his first appearance being located in time in the third century, being associated with a lay Christmas representation.
It is said from ancient times that he lives somewhere far away in Lapland, Finland, being a fat, sweet-faced mosquito with a white beard clothed with red clothes.
At home to him, when sorting and packing gifts, he is helped by a team of gentlemen, sympathetic and cute like him, and who work hard for Santa Claus on the night of December 24 with a sleigh drawn by reindeer, including the famous Rudolf, to give everyone a gift, especially to the children making them happy.
For example, I have always believed in Santa Claus, because I had a symbol to believe outside of God, and in particular my grandparents determined me to believe in his existence and why not in the ephemera appearance of the evening of December 24th.
Even now I think he always feels thrilling to think he will visit me and give me something I wanted in my gift.
But now does not come to Santa … who can give me a gift? In order not to fall into this dangerous trap that could affect me mentally, I always get something to symbolize that Santa Claus has not forgotten me, and brought me a little gift. Are not they thinking wrong? I’m convinced not.
When I have some bangs running through the shops, feeling the fever of Christmas, the crowd also seeing many people buying things and things, from sweets to toys, children or for them.
Usually I do not buy very expensive things though I would like, but those things being symbolic put in boxes under the Christmas tree, bring me the joy of another time since I was a baby and we were looking forward to the opening of gift boxes. What an extraordinary feeling !, even now, thinking that Santa Claus has not forgotten me.
Other times I do not have anything under the Christmas tree, I know, for various reasons, and then I go in the evening no matter how long I can have an unforgettable chance to meet him.
But once in a situation of this, I went to a nearby store to buy something. I did not have much money but it does not matter.
But out of the shop with a bag full of nicely packed goods, I noticed in a corner a child, scorched by cold, that begging for some money to have what to eat.
I tell you honestly, at that moment I came across an old bed of children that I knew from childhood a story Andersen’s “The little girl with the matches”, the image of the child in the corner associating her with the little girl’s story. Everything was like a movie in my mind.
That moment made me feel humble and helpless, as if I were sitting in the corner of the grocery store. The image was sad and overwhelming. I said in my mind, “Let’s be Santa Claus once and give him something.”
I immediately went to a carriage, and bought from the little money that I had in my pocket two hot sandwiches and a bottle of juice, thinking that maybe in that way, I will invest the child also giving him what like a small gift of those I bought.
I approached slowly, looking carefully at him. He was young, I think he was about eight, perhaps less, poorly dressed and dirty, but who stood with a mangled hand for the mercy of God, to every passing person.
Many were passing, but few turned their heads towards him, but even fewer offered them some probability of mercy.
I dared and I approached him, the fragrant smell of the warm sensations in my hand, gladly gnawing at the nose of my nose that fretted to the hungry feeling, making him swallow up.
I asked him out of a natural curiosity what he was called and he responded courageously that he called him Ion, and ran away from a House of Children for fear of the supervisor, which made me think he was not a common beggar, on the street .
I said to him, “I will be Santa Claus tonight for you tonight,” but he looks at me with disbelief, but probably with the thought of the two hot sandwiches in my hand.
“I offer you something to eat, something to drink and a small gift,” but on the condition of going back to the Children’s Home, do not get sick on the street for it’s almost night and it’s cold.
With a sweet but confident voice, he promised to come back. I gave him the food and a small gift as I told him, and I felt he was staring at me with joy in his eyes, because for him the poor was the first meal of that day, and after eating he will leave as he promised me.
I expected to eat, then I went to the other side of the store to see it and see what it was doing. The baby after eating and drinking the juice spent several minutes to admire the gift he received and enjoy, then stood up from the sidewalk and left.
For me it was the greatest happiness I had that I managed to be Santa Claus for a bitter child.
What would you do, If you were in my place? I am convinced that you have done the same, because the heart and the soul have a special love, special for your ancestral seed.
That was the most beautiful gift I ever gave in my life, I was Santa Claus for a poor baby for a few minutes.
Dec 20th, 2017
It hurts my soul when I know that the Christmas holidays have given me a ugly gift that I did not expect. It might be said that I’m exaggerated, well, no.
Many times when you wait for a sunshine, come, enjoy, nose you, everything collapses, as if you’ve created a castle from playing cards, a domino of horror.
I regret the fact that I am trying to share the pain in such moments, but as I have been wrong with God, I have not been wrong, but maybe the cycle of life was like that. In the days when our Dacian ancestors dared to be loved, they enjoyed even if they did not worship God but their deities, so they still had an ideal, a hope that the loved one would get where he always wanted.
But now I feel a void in my soul, my heart is broken into pieces that cannot be gathered, but I still live with the hope that one day I may be listening to my prayer to rejuvenate my soul, my heart and to cover at least a part of the black holes thus succeeding to re-establish what we were before.
Yesterday, being nice outside, I told myself to go to the church to pray, choosing to be a pious place St. Nicholas Church near the Faculty of Architecture, perhaps for several reasons. (the church was built around 1702).
I’m not trying to tell the story of this famous church, just trying to tell in a few words how I felt there. I lit candles for the living and the dead, but they are always alive in my memory, exactly one day after the loss suffered.
I walked in and suddenly I do not know by what miracle my anguish, headaches, fatigue disappeared, perhaps for the simple reason that we are entering the Lord’s house.
Inside a quiet, silent silence, although there were people praying to God. I was at every icon to pray, to thank the Lord for my joy, but also to complain to the suffering I was going through at that moment, the suffering that I could not share with anyone, as long as I had locked myself in me, a crystalline castle that is difficult to penetrate from the outside of someone else.
It was a very difficult attempt for my mind, because the images went down in a slow motion in a slow motion due to the look of prayer, the glare of two black eyes asking for clemency and help, help that I was trying to give even if I knew the end was close.
I cannot explain in any way what has happened because then as now there are words that cannot be explained, only feelings. Hard, is not it?
I took candles, I lit them, and at each of them I worshiped and said a prayer, in my heart, living with the nightmare of karma that has been pushing me for years and years.
I do not try to complain in any way, or to ask anyone’s mercy, only to the one who has blessed me on this earth many times, the traumas through which we have been known.
I could not write about it anymore, especially since I was in the vet for almost 12 months and I did absolutely everything possible to relieve suffering, save her life and give her everything he can to an animal in distress . God is my witness, but I cannot even forget him. But if it was, at least in those lands where he went to remember and love me there as I loved him.
Many psychologists will either say I’m crazy or better to control my head, but the EU will not give them that satisfaction, but on the contrary, I say that love is unlimited, has no borders, and if you can give it, give it because it will give you much satisfaction and soulful thanks, even if you give it unconditionally to an animal entered into your family, knowing how to respond in the same manner.
… With tears in my eyes, I say … Good forever Puffy, … I will not cease to love you as if you were next to me, waiting for my benevolent caress for your soul and heart …
Dec, 14th, 2017
Gifts, gifts, gifts
Most beautiful gift you receive is the gift you give from all your heart, with all your love, to the loved one, rewarded with joy, love and glows in the eye.
It’s nice, especially now that this month, everything you give is greeted with pleasure, and later you will be returned, either by beautiful words or by a seraphic smile that cannot be compared or associated with absolutely nothing .
But when you want to make a gift for yourself, just sit around and think … “What do I get?” , Something symbolic to seal that day, or something to please and enjoy.
For example, I’ve been looking for something on the internet, an object that I like, nice, quality, obviously to use and why I cannot fit into the allocated budget.
If I wanted to consult with someone, I would definitely have said … “What do you need of that object?”“ What you do not have?” My answer would be, and what if I do not need but I like it! Finally, my luck is that I do not consult with anyone and act like that.
Now it is said in the orthodox calendar, in the last month of the year, there are more Christian holidays before Christmas, which does not mean that every time you have to get something until the coming of Santa, or you can do it if you want is thought of as symbolic.
For example, on December 6th, actually on the night between 5th and 6th of December, comes Saint Nicolae and since I have known for years I have made black or brown boots like any “good boy”
In other countries, socks are placed over the fireplace. But with us, good kids, we make the boots and polish them, to be clean in the expectation of Saint Nicolae. You know what excitment is among the kids.
In our old legends it is said that Saint Nicolae brings sweets, candies and cakes, chocolate and other gifts, to all, whether children or adults, if they have been good throughout the past year. If they were not good, Saint Nicolae would leave a rod to warn them for the next year.
The legend says that Saint Nicolae was born in 270 AC in Asia Minor (in the Patrana fortress) in Turkey, and lived in Myra where he was a bishop. In 325 AC he went to Jerusalem and was one of the first bishops to take part in the First Council of Niceea at the call of Emperor Constantine.
He died in 343 AC, the bones being buried in a crypt in Bari, Italy. He always gave all the children everything he did and helped the poor with what he could.
Well, so I suggested to buy a pen that I liked, and not because I do not have other pens for writing, but the look was special, and it was … cheaper if other things.
The top, I ordered it at a company in a town located about 600 km from the area where I live. Those from the company promised me that I will have the next day, just by Saint Nicolae, to mark the day exactly as I was telling you.
I knew people were serious and they would keep talking, so I made more plans for the next day hoping to get it in the morning and then I could go out town to take pictures as I am made habit.
“Surprise !!!” I did not count the courier company, which obviously did not honor me with the presence as I actually expected, even though the package was at night.
Obviously, I was annoyed, I was upset even if it was inevitable and it was normal because all my program that I did to myself broke like a castle built from playing cards. Of course the company’s dispatcher did not answer my calls.
Do you realize by what time I have passed? I consoled myself with the idea of not receiving it when I wanted it and that is it.
But at the end of the day I got a phone call from the area courier who knew me and gave me the good news, rejoicing my joy and glow in the eye. I was even happier than a kid who got their favorite toy, even if the pen stays in the drawer after a while, or I will dust off a shelf, I do not know what shelf.
But it is a symbol that marked the celebration of Saint Nicolae, as I wanted in the end.
So, you worry about what you do, not to suffer what I suffer, the consequences can be disastrous.
Reality, fiction, wisdom, or….
Last night, late at night, when the world is lying down to be able to be rested, for the next day’s job, when the black wave of the fog does not allow you to have visibility, when the lights on the street lights, lit up, try to light up the twinkle of the night, I decided not to fall asleep on the search engines of the internet and simply leave the WP away as if there was no idea to see a movie.
I rarely watch TV because there is no show either day or night in which political issues are not debated, which are current and succulent to some and why not lonely for others.
I do not digest them anymore, because I am the village of politics, canals and political prophets, and I never liked politics no matter what its more or less real aspects. Why not elsewhere?
So I got my heart in my teeth and I set my TV on a movie channel. And what do you think I saw, better said, but with other eyes now? “The Green Mile” screened by Stephan King, a master of Horror literature, played by some outstanding actors, Tom Hanks, David Morse, Michael Clark Duncan (a gorgeous role in the film), and a few other actors to whom I do not remember my name at the moment, but who have played their roles perfectly.
Do not you have the false impression that I want to make this movie’s chronicle, because I’m not the one to do it, being not a critic of cinematic art, just to say that I was terribly impressed at the second film watching the message sent by this, a few words I will try to insert for introducing you into the atmosphere especially for those who have not seen it and want to watch it in a closer or longer future.
The action takes place somewhere in the years that followed the economic crisis in 1935 to a US prison, in the space specially arranged for death row prisoners with capital punishment, and where depicting but enlightening pictures, the room specially executed with lights and shady shadows, with a dark-colored wallpaper that creates a state of total uncertainty is also the electric chair, like an old throne for those who are to be crowned for another world, a world of those who will overtake Hades.
I made this brief introduction to the idea, to qualify the film as horror, thriller as it was presented by specialized sites.
What others did not notice, at least I think so, I quantified the drama. What attracted my special attention is that it makes a subtle passage between parallel worlds by approaching imagination and magic with the cruel reality of those long gone times, being discreet enough to think.
But I often ask myself, did I not go through these situations (not those in the movie, obviously) in previous years? He does so very much. Let me explain, the context being somewhat similar.
Exactly the day before I was at the church to pray to Saint Nectarius, the saint who saved me firmly the same day but four years ago, and gave me a new life, strange, is not it? That is why I was so impressed, as I made the hypothetical association of the film’s magic images with the going to the church and the visions there, moving from one dimension to another in the temporal space perfectly coordinating with what I had done the day before.
Sincerely, we have succeeded, thanks to the excellent acting of the actors, in our own magic images of the universe, all of which is actually a fictitious intelligence combined.
God is my witness, I have never believed that this can happen in real life, and everything goes into my mind in sequential form.
I have never liked the science fictions but I can say (I’m referring strictly to the sequences in question) that whenever I have the opportunity to revisit it I will, because magic has become reality and magic reality even if everything is virtual .
I do not try and do not want to impose my opinion, but I report exactly what I felt, opinions that I do not always enjoy the audience when they are exposed orally, or those who read them when they are written.
I have wisdom and perfect words, I say to make myself understood, many saying that I am a perfect orator, but most of the times I can be an orator who speaks in crafted words especially chosen for those who listen to me and who do not understand anything from what I say.
You may reproach me that I have found inspiration in the movie I see, maybe or maybe not, but as I said before, my Muse inspires me very strongly most of the time, the last time suggesting to write or to I speak of wisdom, and I will do it with the greatest pleasure.
In other words, I liked the movie very much, the actors’ acting being great, getting in the right roles, ME being also a virtual actor, a picture of the sequences on the small screen, as if it were in the middle of the action.
I would have liked to be honest either to play in the movie, but I’m not a Hollywood actor, but I’m an actor in everyday life, like all of us. Life is real, as we know, going through the dimension from birth to the last moment, depending on the thread left in the reel of time, when we move into another dimension as God has fought us, fate, and why not how is karma.
Chronicle of a Winter Story
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec said: “Autumn is Winter Spring” …
After a couple of days of intense frost, it was specially coming from Siberia to hate winter, and sunny days appeared, spreading some of the heat to the frozen ground.
The snow of an immaculate white, provocative shine which prompted me to propose for a couple of days in the mountains together with my soul friends. It is obvious that I thought of the wonderful landscapes that will get rid of daily stress, and why not a bit of mountain fun that would have been beneficial to my lost soul.
I did not think about what was going to happen. Obviously we gathered about seven people, 3 girls and 4 boys, determined to have fun, mountain games, and inevitable snowballing battles. I was the usual band (team) tied to an indestructible friendship that had been sedentary for years and years.
We got into the train station of the North Train Station, a personal train that was moving hard and hard, stopping in all the rails, but with a special quality … we could go with the “Nose”, meaning no tickets. I had the hope that the “Nose” would be benevolent as always with the students, because our budget was just for a journey away and not back.
Of course we did not have a plan, where to go, where to sleep or where to eat, anyway it does not matter because we were prepared from home with some food, canned, onion, cheese, and smoked bacon brought by a colleague’s mother who lived in the country. That’s what we always do when escaping either to the sea or the mountain.
Well, the hottest thing was vodka from the backpack, because at that time it was not very much on the market, and it was a lot of effort from our group girls who managed to do it, I do not know how to trick the sellers in the shops. They were taking it discreetly out of the stack, without observing the other buyers. It is easy to understand that I was before ’89.
He said, we said that we will go down to Predeal, and there we will decide at which cottage we will go.
The train moved, and after an appreciable distance, I grew green and asked, “Brothers, did you take the cards?” They all looked a little strange to me, to the girl I did, and they said, “What you seem to have, I took 2 packs of 52 books, and I do not think they will get for a lecture total and profound of them, unless you want to read the jokers!”
I burst into a provocative laugh and I quiet in a moment. Now, do not imagine that I was going to read, honestly I was going to play canasta and that only in the evening at coffee and vodka because the day had other more funny plans. They all laughed at me, but if they were not the beasts I do not know what I would have done.
I was looking at the window of the train compartment to the adorable landscape that unfolded in front of the sequential eyes as an adventure film, everything white and enchanting.
Finally, after two hours and a while, I got to Predeal. The train station was very agitated because we were not the only ones eager for mountain adventures. We came out of the station and outside we gathered that at a brief glance to decide what to do. Someone says shy, “Do not you think we’d better go to a pub, eat a stomach soup, drink a beer, and decide where to take it?” Good idea, the proposal was beneficial knowing that I left home in the morning without eating anything. However, we were not willing to waste a lot of time but on the contrary to do everything fast to enjoy as much fun as possible and why not get the best weather for winter and winter in general is like a capricious woman what changes their feelings in what makes you wonder.
At the table stand at the table is the idea to go to Malaiesti Chalet, because we knew the route very well, it was not too far from Predeal so we would not have walked too much on foot, and it was located in a beautiful area at the altitude of approx. 1700 meters, the road up there is great and not too heavy. Everyone agreed, even though I knew from the beginning that it was not equipped with light, but the installation had a diesel generator, which was most likely to start the cabin lighting.
After I ate, I walked down the road from Three Trees Cabins, knowing that at some point we would take the left not too far, through the forest to Malaiesti, on a path through the fir trees. We admire with great pleasure the forest covered by a thick bed of snow. Walking was quite easy given the fact that he was accompanied by shouts and jokes of joy while listening to the echo generated by the forest. The leader of the group was chosen because I knew the road, the weather was beautiful and we had nothing to fear … but just not have the unpleasant surprise to meet with some hungry bear in the forest.
The landscape was marvelous to a winter story with fairies and elves, snow on the branches of the fir trees as a Christmas tree, the sky of intense blue sky without clouds.
I was walking in the Indian way on the trail, warning friends in time not to deviate from the set route as nature traps hidden under the snow, ruin our day. The path I was walking was marked by the steps, because the first cottage we were to meet up to Malaiesti was a military hunting lodge of the mountain hunters, and to which we were not the usual mortals. It was considered military unit. From there, there was much more to go than a clock and something, the trail this time being a little more dangerous but not too many traps.
At one point a soldier appeared who asked us, “Brothers where are you going?” to which I told him that at Malaiesti! “Be still very careful at the bridge at the abyss because it is covered by an ice bridge!” “Do not worry, I replied, we are equipped with mountain and we will not have problems!” In fact, he wanted some cigarettes from us for asking: “Do you have a cigarette to give me?” “Yes, take a whole pack of Carpathians!”… “Thanks a lot to me with great joy in the soul! He would share with his colleagues” … “However, you worry, and hurry to get to the cottage because I received a message by station announce the storm!”
From the military cottage, the trail was no longer so wandering, but it was visible, which we were comfortable with, but we had to go with great care. We’ve come to the abyss. The bridge that crossed it was 45 degrees, it was anchored in the rock with metallic steel cables, but it was covered with an enough ice percolation if you did not watch the crossing, as the soldier from the military cottage had told us. We decided to cross, girl, and boys to help us in case of danger. It was not necessary because our support points were the metal anchor that helped us a lot. From here I still had a natural trap, this being a refuge in the rock, along the path that narrowed in front of him. The refuge was used by all tourists in case of danger or emergency situations in case of snow avalanches, in summer being used to eat a sandwich in a natural setting.
We approached the cottage, the scenery was wonderful, the snow shone, the trees shone. In a little meadow, I saw the cottage, and what impressed me most was that the smoke coming out on the chimney had an unusual, exotic dance, which told me that “Uncle” Pandele; the host was at the kitchen and prepared the food in eventual visit to tourists or madmen lost like us. On the right side was the Bucsoiu mountain, which, although covered by snow, was more accessible to us, the head of the Man in front of us, with a head in a cloud of gorgeous white clouds, and on the left a dense forest of horned scent smells like we were approaching the cottage. Absolute and gorgeous story. “But where were the fairies and the elves?” Well, the fairies were our girls, and the elves were the four town tricks. I knew “Uncle” Pandele a long time ago. When I went into the cottage I ran straight to the kitchen, to “Uncle” Pandele.
“”Uncle” Pandele, do you get us a day, too, in your cottage?” was the first question I asked him, he replied, “Do more guys, but what wind will bring me to this big snow?”… “Lust for fun, the pleasure of seeing the scenery and why not the bean food you make in your boiler! … uffff and how to say is great! …” Also says Uncle Pandele, the generator of the current does not work, so I cannot make the light in the cottage and cannot warm up only a room!”…” Very good “Uncle” Pandele, we do not want anything else!,” I answered cheerfully!” We will put candles and the candles and everything will be perfect, romantic as in your best days! “…” Have you been drinking? ““Uncle” Pandele asks,” I have something here but are too expensive for your pocket! ” … “It is possible, of course, that we have brought, and for you a bottle!”… “Thank you more guys, and now go and arrange the table because the beans are almost ready!” answers us…
And because the party was about to start, we all went out for a snowball fight to warm our souls and get the atmosphere as cool as possible, the mountain air was clean, the beautiful landscape, and the joy in all. What more could we like?
Then later we arranged the table and started with obvious vodka, which we blended with smoked bacon, cheese, red onion and “uncle” Pandele brought us a few slices of salami and assorted pickles, followed by beans with sausages and smoked. The pickles were made even by “uncle” Pandele, the vegetables being brought to him by Predeal with the backpack in his back and a mournful runt he had in the stable. Of course, I also gave her a dry fan of being able to participate in our party.
In the evening he left over the cottage, the mist of the night to appear with his “ghosts”, disturbed only by the wild animals’ screaming or the untrained song of the night birds. The appearance of the Moon after the peak Man made the landscape even more beautiful, the snow cloak shining in silver under its radiant rays. The landscape was a dream, the stars in the sky moving undisturbed, trained in their movement only the snowstorms, dancing in front of their eyes in thousands and thousands of lights.
Later on a few canasta games and vodka glasses, daytime tiredness demanded tribute. The hot air outside also. We went to sleep and the next day to choose the return route. We had several variants, but it seemed much more accessible to us by the escalation of the Bucsoiu peak that was easier, going from the top to Rasnov, with a distance of about 21 km.
We used some fir woods to make it easier to escalate, because we did not have skiing equipment, and were tied together with a cordon for special cases not to lose our colleague or colleague along the way.
“Uncle” Pandele warned us to be very careful about the ice bridges that were on the plate not to slip. But the great adventure would start without thinking about it, the mistake was that on the plateau we decided that we no longer needed the rope and loosened it.
God Great, pure misfortune, Sandu a colleague, inadvertently slipped on ice and stopped in a rock corner with his feet. Good Lord, he’s got his feet, and if he hit his head there, it would have stayed. The legs had a double fracture at each leg, so it was virtually impossible for us to transport it to the hospital in Brasov. And it was a long way to go. What to do?
We decided that one of us would go down to “uncle” Pandele to announce the Rescue, and in the meantime we would immobilize his feet in one way or another with what we had. The refuge was about 3 km from the cottage in the forest in a refuge specially built for emergencies. So they could move quickly to us especially because they were much more trained for this purpose than we did. Until the return of our colleague, we searched for fir branches to make a provisional bed (stretcher) with the rope we had, and from the cups we had, I immobilized both legs.
The colleague came with four guys from Rescue. They evaluated the situation and asked us what had happened. I told them in a few words they understood. I mean, at that time, we did not have mobile phones like now, so there was no way we could tell anyone. Finally, it was decided that the boys from Rescue took Sandu to Brasov in the urgent situation at the hospital and we six remained to continue our journey to Rasnov and from there by train to the house to announce through what we have gone through.
I do not want to say what was in my soul then! How did I feel when I saw Sandu with double fracture on both legs, and from what dangerous situation I passed. And yet God helped us and guided us further!
The road to Rasnov was not very difficult, but it was not lacking in other traps of nature, which is why I avoided it successfully.
And now, I remember this story, which I would have liked to be with a happy ending, as it had begun, a beautiful winter story … I meditated on the story, I cannot turn back the destiny, but just to pray to God, even if he does not care about anyone and no one will help him.
So it ended a beautiful and sad winter story…
Victor Hugo said, “I have winter on my head, but in my soul I have the eternal spring.”
November / 18/2017
November Love Story
Marcel Proust said …: “Love is space and time measured with heart …”.
Yes, I just love her … Can love be considered a sin or a charity? I say that love is an eternal, natural, and often sweet and pleasant charity.
To love is extraordinary, the more it does not have dimensions, borders or limits … but what limits? Are some people established that cannot be overcome? Well, no, everything comes in exactly when you do not expect … and God! It is so magical and pleasant that you simply lose yourself in nothingness.
You feel a pleasant boon that envelops you, like a soft, enchanted, silky soft silk that makes you creeps, makes you happy and eager for life more than ever. Only the three words you spell around HER … “I love you …” makes you happy and all the more when you give it a whole heart, and see with your eyes how this is falling down in front of her beauty.
Many times when she look at yourself, you try to decipher the message that tells you through the color of her eyes or through their spectral shades what states and feelings you have, which you and only you can understand because you really love.
That’s what I feel most of the time, I sleep in the evening with her image, I get up in the morning with her image, feel her heart and soul, and her inner desires.
If you did not really love you would not have those feelings. Often they are contradictory and you wonder what they really want to convey to you?
You go for a walk, you always feel its beneficial presence and your soul, even if it cannot be near you, but you feel it right, you feel the delicate fragrance like a warm boom that gives you creeps, and that makes you happy even for a moment.
What size does it have a moment of happiness? I tell you is definitely immeasurable …
Many would say that it is banal to think about it, perhaps from envy or selfishness. Why? Well when you are happy it is practically impossible to describe the sensation in coherent words. What am I wrong?
It has some eyes, quadrants, blue like the seas sometimes like a blade of steel, or blue as the clear sky with no cloud, nor do I know how to describe it, seraph, warm, pleasant. And do not you love them?
I do not have words, but I adore it wholeheartedly, and I think that says a lot, other mistakes I do not want to do is my little secret that makes me happy. Do not you think that is enough? … And the dream will soon become reality, so love is a boon and a strong and profound feeling of affection.
Conclude with an aphorism by William Shakespeare: “When love speaks, the voices of all gods seem to be asleep in the harmony of Heaven.”
Is not he very right?
Outdated or Old-fashion
I often have to think if I’m really an old fashioner. Yeah, I think I’m an old fashioned guy, especially when I do things like that, like I want the time to stop at least for a moment.
It could be wonderful, but unfortunately it isn’t. And what if it could happen?
Many who know me say, “Know that you are a fancy guy and you do not want in any way to keep up with fashion with the current trend!!!” … well, and what if? I really do not care.
For example, I listen to good music on a tape recorder, on a magnetic tape or on a regular disc because the sound is much warmer and more penetrating than a CD, digital or something like that, and which generally sounds metallic, I do not want to go into too much technical details because they risk speaking often alone.
I have two very good semiprofessional tape recorders and generally the whole audio chain they use successfully. I’m not talking about deck tape decks in a very good condition that I care about permanently. If you have the curiosity you try, you have nothing to lose … yet I’m an old-fashioned guy.
I am extremely romantic when I remember with pleasure, a dream evening spent at a beachfront restaurant. It was not important food or assorted wine, but the fact that I was looking at the sea in spectral shades of blue and the wonderful moon (beautiful of her …) coming out gracefully out of the sea, like an elegant and discreet lady to the starry sky, and everything was dreaming in as it happens on a piano music background.
The pianist was a guy between two ages, dressed in a black fractal highlighted by the discreet light of the scene. I think he was actually an unknown, but his hands poured the piano flap, music having a flavor in strict accordance with the environment, the sea, the moon, the sand and the light breeze of the sea breeze, the scene being taken from a magic story with fairies and elves.
“And is the world saying I’m outdated and outdated?” … is it really that way? I do not believe!!!
Did a beautiful lady once ask from human resources, to support an interview what age do I have? I answered delicately what age I had, and she, with an indifferent glance, replied, “You are too old!” and I gave him an elegant replica telling her that age is a simple number consisting of two digits that gathered give you a number full of exoteric nature that characterizes you at that time and “what kind of person are you!” “By the way, am I right?”
She looked strangely at me as though I had come in that moment with a spacecraft … And what if? Of course, I lost the interview, but at least I was cool by answering them in this way.
When I was advised to write, I was thinking about a lot of things that I could or could have addressed, and my Muse said to me … “My friend is trying something interesting about you!!! Who knows, maybe you’re reading, trying to address essentials that might be interesting, and why she cannot tell her or even a novel afterwards.
“Finally, my problem was very delicate, what should I do and how to write?”, That is to say to high-tech on a computer or to write classically by going to transcribe everything on the computer at the end? “However, handwriting is much more effective as it is used by most people and corrections can be made much easier, that’s my obvious view.
So I approached classical handwriting, because the writing with the pen on the paper is not replaced by anyone, and when you look at the ink flowing on the paper, in words written in a fine calligraphy, the sensation is fantastic.
And when you think that the pen was invented and patented by a novel when he was a student at the Polytechnic School of Paris in 1927, named Petrache Poenaru, the pleasure is even greater.
But later, the pen was upgraded by several companies, becoming a luxury item, and why not a small jewel in the hand of a man who writes to be a very interesting object, creating masterpieces that can remain in the world’s universal history. And I’m not over-exaggerating, well, I did not talk about myself, but I’m just a little fabulous, “what am I not allowed?”
But keeping a quality pen in your hand is like having a cute mania with a beautiful woman’s fine hand…. great what I like!!!
What may be more beautiful is when you receive a good quality pen from your loved one and who has been given a lot of love, knowing she always carries it to you, her heart and heart is always near your heart. And he has a great deal of righteousness as the coat you wear has his inner pocket on the left and so in the heart … “Of, and everyone says I’m an outdated guy!!!, please old-fashion I agree, but not outdated … “anyway I do not care !!!!
That does not mean I do not like modern houses with a high-tech interior, or old houses with interior decoration of the classical Romantic era with hidden fires that I only know, with a fireplace inside where the fire burns up … Of…dreams!!!
I love to browse the lucky cards or old books of old, the tab with the tab and feel between the fingers the yellowed pages of time that have a perfect flavor compared to the digital ones, to hear their haze as a gentle breeze between the leaves of a tree. I like to read a lot.
Each of us feels what I feel, but most of the time it becomes commonplace and you do not give it the same chance, but instead treat it as a common thing.
And once again comes the natural question is outdated or outdated?
I like to go to a art gallery when I have some spare time, possibly to be alone in a hall, to look quietly, to analyze, to study the style approached by classical painters, how to approach the chosen subject, the composition, the play of lights and the choice of colors, texture. It’s fantastic!!! The reality is that at least I am very helpful in addressing the art of photography….and why not? I really like it.
We are people, we think, act and react as normal people, even though we are different from each other, and when we find our perfect pair, our half manifests us with much love trying to convey our natural feelings on different paths only by us.
Is not that old fashion, if I can say? What would you say in this situation? Do not understand that they talk to me, NO!!! or maybe I do not know, but you yourself, have you ever thought of it, have you ever felt that, I know in moments of loneliness and peace of mind? I’m not sure!!!
November / 04 / 2o17