Standing watch

until the sun will rise.

Online, again

While Buc is preparing for "The Summit" by hiring truckloads of Gypsies to paint fences and walls, while bored policemen guard almost every intersection around the crucial boulevards and while half of the town is getting shut down, yours truly roams the backroads and enjoys the sun.
You should, too.

And I will mend for you my dear..

..those hopes that have been torn.




While I took my beloved Nikon to another tour across town, the same lowlife who mugged a friend of mine some days ago tried to get even more cellphones, but jumped the wrong tenants of our place. With a bloody nose instead of some loot, what does he do? Takes out his (yeah..) cellphone and calls the police.
While I am typing these lines, our building is subjected to the most pathetic police raid ever. Mugger's girlfriend and a bunch of police men are "searching" the place for the guy who decided not to get mugged. Doors are being knocked on and not opened, but apparently nobody knows anything.

I'm very sure that this story will be continued..

Wearing post apocalyptic..

..underground gear, 'cause we haven't seen natural sunlight in twelve years.



Got up at sunrise, had a cold shower and disappeared into the belly of Bucureşti.
Emerged after sunset, head spinning, and found myself on my beloved rooftops, looking towards the Palatul Parlamentului, its lights beaming skywards.

And something small..

..fell out of your mouth.




A friend of mine got mugged two streets away from our place, so the Nikon will not join me on all my trips to the outback. Instead, blurred images courtesy of my cellphone.
The Maxx in my head, hero for the leopard queen in Pangea.

The moment we believe..

..that we have never met.




Yes, yes. If analyzed thoroughly, I seem to "feel" my way into the city, the first shy photos from windows and balconies, new, rough city, scanning the terrain before going in, blabla.
But maybe I also simply love rooftops.



Behold, this is the stairway down to the street, and I will walk it down tomorrow and step out through the broken door. And maybe I'll even take my camera with me.

Looking out of..

..yet another window. I will operate at street level one day, I promise. Until then, let's all enjoy the view out of my new room.

After I fell out of the window

and before I hit the ground.
After class, yours truly stayed on the old wooden benches of the classroom and looked out of the window.

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A long time since I wrote the last "so this is it" first words to a blog.
Yours truly, the romanian robot, is stuck in lovely Bucuresti. The following entries will document my struggle to make sense of this mess, and tell, in both words and pictures, my journey into l'empire familier des ténèbres futures.