You shall know

my velocity.




Goodbye Romania. It will remain a love-hate relationship.

Eye Candy

I shall be leaving soon.





Am I happy? I wouldn't know.
It's a love-hate thing. Found love here, and hated much more than good for me. Read a lot, but a lot is never enough. Worked a lot, but not enough. Which is probably what bugs me the most about this country: Nothing is ever 100%.

You've got to know

that there's fun to be had









Since yours truly is not among the working population anymore, one of the best ways to spend all this quality time is watching other people work. Like on this hot and sweaty day at the glas workshop. Oh, the joy.

Future

Prophecies.


Plenty of social activities for yours truly in the last days. High time for a night off, best to be enjoyed on an elevated place.

Now:

Zero.


Biodiversity, industrial. In the ruins of the Kombinats of old, tiny little companies grow like mushrooms. The artists are happy, for they can -after a treasure hunt in the maze of the ruins- buy acid and other things.
Unfortunately, taking photos was strictly forbidden.

I could offer honesty

if every day offered something real




The joys of living / working in a corrupt system are manifold and not devastating / frustrating at all. Repeat this until it sounds true.

I will never love you

more than spreading my wings


Is yours truly fighting a serious depression, or is it just the sunny sky? Definitely blue. After the easter ghost town days, the daily survival of the fastes.. fittest is almost enjoyable.