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.

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.

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.

Blowing through

the jasmine in my mind.

Every morning I take a walk across town. Looking left and right before crossing the street is important and lengthens your life considerably, but at this intersection, for one reason or another, I really enjoy looking down the street to my right.
One day I might even make a turn here.


For some reason, my second favourite sight after the street to my right is the wall to the right of my bed. Then again, the wall to the left looks roughly (pun intended) the same.

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..

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.