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.

Back where

we started.



Paste fericit is romanian and roughly translates into "we're closing down half of the town for no apparent reason, so please go visit your relatives in the country side".
Left behind are the old and the forgotten ones, and yours truly.

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..