Saturday evening in a Transylvanian village. My friend Silvana was driving while I was wondering at the Saxon houses which looked like little fortresses, with tall fences and small windows. The village seemed deserted until we got to the central park. Continue Reading
I recently started to study the art of writing in English. Many times, writing in English comes more naturally than writing in Romanian, my native language. Continue Reading
Reading Youth by Joseph Conrad felt like an adventure. My copy was old, small, had yellowing pages, a red cloth cover and intricate illustrations. Youth is about Malrow, a seaman, who tells the story of his first long voyage to his friends: “a man of finance, a man of accounts and a man of law”. The story starts like this: Continue Reading
I wrote this post on the train from Sibiu to Bucharest. A cloudy afternoon was the perfect time to write about the play I saw the night before in Sibiu – Faust. Continue Reading
I wanted to see Faust ever since I heard a girl saying how she had to pay a big price to see it in Brussels. Then I heard it was played in Edinburgh. And then I saw in the programme of the International Theatre Festival in Sibiu. So I had to see it. Continue Reading
I was at the Contemporary art museum when I first heard this song. Some mysterious sounds came from a dark room. A heavy curtain separated the room from the rest of the exhibition. Continue Reading
I went to the Romanian launch of "The Noonday Demon" by Andrew Solomon. His book talks about the kind of depression in which one can't move. I was amazed how beautifully someone can write about such a painful experience. Continue Reading
"You have to go to this marathon", my colleague Rupert said to me. "You'll have great fun."
"Me? But I've never been to a marathon before. And I don't even have the right bike!" I couldn't imagine how it would be to participate.
"It doesn't matter. Just go." Continue Reading