Bluishgreen

Cateodata ma gandesc cat de norocoasa sunt ca am ajuns aici. Wivenhoe e cel mai superb satuc pe care l-am vazut vreodata. Nu avem prea multe de facut aici ce-i drept, dar mintile creative pot sa faca intodeauna ceva interesant from scratch. De exemplu eu si Dana avem biciclete foarte dragute acum, cu cosulete si ne vizitam si bem ceai si analizam tot ce se intampla din punct de vedere artistic, social, politic si descoperim cat de multe orizonturi pot sa ne deschida cursurile din timpul scolii. Si cateodata cand stam pe iarba si ne uitam la formele norilor ( pentru ca vremea e superba, nu ploua decat foarte putin si asta e foarte bine pentru noi, altfel ne-am sufoca de atata caldura), ne mai aducem aminte de tot ce aveam acasa. Si partea cea mai interesanta e ca nu ne e dor de Romania. Imi doresc foarte mult sa raman aici. Imi aduc aminte de multe lucruri si sunt foarte fericita, cateodata ne aducem aminte de cum era in scoala si pentru ea la facultate, cand tremuram si ne era frica de lucrari si examene. Si zambim. Si suntem fericite ca am legat prietenii foarte frumoase acolo si inca rezista. Si o sa reziste si peste ani, oricat ne-am schimba, pentru ca ne dorim asta foarte mult.

Si minunatia asta plictisitoare numita Wivenhoe are foarte multe de oferit, daca stii sa apreciezi linistea. Cred ca a venit oarecum momentul dupa un an plin de zgomot cu petreceri, abuzuri de toate felurile, alarme de incendiu, tipete si lovit de toti peretii cand ajungeai pe coridoarele inguste din towers. Acum seara mergem la Rose and Crown, pe malul raului (un rau foarte ciudat, dar o sa revin cu detalii), cu o bere sau niste cider, jucam sah, sau doar vorbim si cunoastem lume foarte amabila. E asa frumos sa privesti toate refelectiile barcutelor in rau si sa te bucuri de liniste. Si raul, da, a fost destul de ciudat. Am mers la o plimbare pe un foothpath, cu o persoana foarte speciala spre Brightlingsea. Si aproape am ajuns la mare, dar am decis sa ne intoarcem. Si descopar ca raul secase ca prin minune in doar 1-2 ore. Asa ca am cerut lamuriri. Si dragutul de G imi spune ca e ‘the tide’. Si ii zic: ‘Nu e posibil’, asta se intampla doar la mare. Si imi explica ce se intampla cu raul. Practic e un rau care curge si se varsa in mare. Dar apa din mare vine inapoi in rau, chiar foarte departe si se amesteca. Si de-asta ‘tide-ul’ ( mareea probabil), actioneaza si aici. Pentru mine a fost fascinant. Si imi mai spune ca deobicei , cand vine fluxul sunt sailing competitions, de asta 3 barci pe metru patrat aici.

Si e un sentiment asa de placut, cand mergi cu bicicleta prin padure sa ajungi la faculate, si treci pe langa rau si pe langa mlastini, vezi veverite peste tot si tot felul de pasari care nu traiesc pe acasa. Si e dragut sa stiu ca daca pornesc la mers de dimineata ajung la mare. Si ca am biblioteca langa mine si pot sa citesc orice. Si sunt privilegiata si pot sa imprumut foreign films de la Language Department pentru ca ii sunt foarte draga managerului si stie cat de mult imi plac, si ca mi-ar lua o mare bucurie daca nu m-ar lasa sa le iau.

Ca sa-i fac pe plac lui Dan ( Dan, postul asta e scris special pentru tine ) m-am decis ca e pacat sa abandonez coltisorul asta de ‘virtual place’ .

M-am obisnuit deja in fiecare duminica sa parcurg drumul de la facultate pana la ‘La Tasca’. In fiecare duminica ajung ori mult prea devreme ori foarte tarziu din cauza autobuzelor care de fiecare data cand te grabesti o sa ajunga cu 45 de minute intarziere si de fiecare data cand realizezi ca ai ajuns prea devreme la bus stop si ai vrea sa mai pierzi din timp la taclale cu alti oameni, hopa si nenea cu bus-ul.

Si duminica asta s-a intamplat sa ajung mai devreme. Si mergand pe strazile pustii, ca nu vezi nici tipenie de om duminica, decat porumbei, ma gandeam ca orasul asta si tara asta in general are multe surprize de oferit. Nu mi-as fi inchipuit ca au si ei ‘manelistii’ si ‘ taranii’ lor (aka chavs), sau ca in general lumea e atat de politicoasa. Chiar deloc. Sau ca oamenii te opresc pe strada sa te intrebe diverse, de ex: ‘Do you have a spare fag?’ , ‘Do you have some change?’, sau poate chiar , ‘ Where is the North Station?’ si apoi iti multumesc de 100 000 000 de ori zicandu-ti ‘love’ , ’sweetheart’, and so on.

Nu mi-as fi inchipuit ca un om poate sa bea 15 cans of beer si sa fie decat putin ametit, chiar deloc beat si cate tone de gunoi se pot strange la The End , cand toata lumea se aduna in squares sa petreaca. Si 2 zile mai apoi oriunde mergi calci pe cioburi de sticla. Zilele astea chiar mi-am adus aminte de melodia aia …’Walking on , walking on broken glass…lalala’.

Dar cred ca asta e farmecul pana la urma. Sa mergi la lac si sa stai sa tremuri in tricou si apoi cand ajungi acasa sa te trezesti all red, realizand cat de ciudat poate sa fie soarele de aici, stai 30 de minute , tremuri de frig si apoi marea minune. In viata mea nu am fost arsa de soare, cu sau fara sunsreen. Sa walk around si sa suporti ratele care te fugaresc si macaie sa le dai o bugata de burger sau niste fries. Sa te joci cu bobocii, sa lovesti cu racheta de tenis in tavan ca fac cei de sus galagie sambata dimineata la 9. Inteleg ca unii merg la biserica, dar nu se duc la nunta, de ce trebuie sa se scandalizeze atat ?

Apoi,realizezi ca a trecut aproape un an. Si ai facut multe nebunii, si nu dormeai deloc inainte de examene si la 7 dimineata cand nu mai rezistai iti faceai o cafea si plecai sprea human rights common room sa repeti, si gaseai acolo alti nefericiti care nici macar n-au avut the comfort of their room. Dar pana la urma, this is how it should be the life of a first year student. You have 4-5 years to be crazy, to do whatever you like, and then a lifetime to be serious.
Sunt convinsa ca cei care ma numeau pe mine si pe multi altii ‘insane’ pt ca terminam in 2 ore examenul si apoi dormeam pana puteam sa iesim o sa regrete ca nu au facut asta in primul an.

After coming back at the university, i realized how happy i was to have survived the nightmare i’ve been through. There’s one important thing you learn very fast about England: The transport is terribly expensive, and they’re always doing engineering work on the railways and your plans always get fucked up. Then, I get home, and can’t even have a proper midnight (ish) conversation with someone as i instantly fall asleep. In order to apologize for the whole incident, the next day i ask the person to go out for a walk. And that wasn’t too lovely either, as i meet my dear friend Sarah who begs me to take part in the MUNEX conference. I try to tell her I’m not prepared, as i would have a lot to work and study, but she just can’t take no as an answer.

So this is how i ended up being a delegate of the Republic of Peru in the Model UN conference held at my university. And now that those days are over, I realize how lucky i was. I learned so many useful things, made loads of friends, listened to human rights experts such as Michael Freeman, and Moazzam Begg.
We had two interesting workshops from which we realized how well theory matches reality. Governments will always fight terrorism, and terrorists will get more and more angry, whilst no one will ever listen to what NGOs have to say. According to our topic ‘ War on Terror, War on Human Rights’, we had to find measures that will protect the human rights of the minorities acused of terrorist acts. In the end, we came up with a resolution which was fortunately passed.

Tango, tango…i completely fell in love with its passion and sensuality. And hopefully I will be part of a tango show which is going to take place on the 22nd of May at the university. As always, all the funds raised will go to Casa Manu.

Revision? Not much to say, I’m ill I can’t do much But i already started to freak out since there are less than 2 weeks left until my first exam, which will scarily be : Politics!

And the mighty swine flu that has now reached the UK. We get e-mails about the flu influenza and everything, people look at you in a very suspicious way if they notice you’ve got a cold, some make jokes about it, come on people, wake up, it’s just flu, it’s not AIDS!

I really think some people should mind their own business and get a life, instead of sitting all day long, doing nothing, and talking all sorts of things about others. This is not something which has to do with education, economy ( high living standards), or civilisation. It’s pure human nature, and it happens everywhere you go. Still, theft is something serious thing which is reduced by all the factors mentioned above.

You leave your lighter on a table, in a club, on Friday night, come back after 4 hours and find in the same place. Loads of people sat there, still no one took it, as it did not belong to them. Also, you leave your memory stick in a computer from a public lab, come back the next day, and find it exactly where you left it.

There are some things you can’t change about people, like the fact that you can’t change a mean and sly person, but in some respects, the more you go west, the more improvements you see concerning individuals, and the way they behave in the society.

Patrick Wolf- I never dreamed of seeing him, and now I feel like i just woke up, and last night was not actually real. I waited for more than an hour in a terrible cold in front of the doors, just to be there in front of him, and see his artistic performance. And it was heavenly! The way he dances, the way he’s so nervous but in the same time so self-confident makes him so original. All those mixed emotions he is experiencing when he’s on stage. He’s more than a normal person, he’s an actor. He goes on the stage and does what he enjoyes the most. You could rarely see him looking at a certain person, or looking in your eyes, but in the same time he communicated with the public. For example, he was complaining that his latex shirt was too tight, and when a guy from the audiance suggested he should take it off, he invided him to do that later, after the show would have finished.

The way he was acting… i found myself sitting in front of a big man, tall, looking very strong, not fragile at all, but in the same time having all those gay gestures, you can’t actually say what he is, if he’s a human, or something else, beyond that. And then i thought of my potaie, the way she would have reacted if she had been there to see that libertine, that fearless creature…

‘There was something irrational, even aggressive, about the carnivorous obsession that now gripped the Poles…In an act of subconscious aggression, the population was literally eating away the foundations of the political structure.’
(Neal Ascherson, The Polish August: The Self-Limiting Revolution), London, Penguin Books, 1982, p. 117)

Recently ( actually since i’ve come back from home ), everything that happens to me, and everything i see is somehow related to the Netherlands.
Went to the airport: The passengers for the flight to Amsterdam are invited to check-in. I wish i could have gone there..
Got to England, then I arrived at the Victoria Station- next to me was sitting a Dutch lady who was living in Colchester.
In a week i had to start my Politics essay. The most interesting topic was : ‘Suppose you wanted to see a Dutch type of democracy introduced in Britain.
How would you set about it?’.

Then reading for the Politics class: Politics and government in the Netherlands: Historical background, facts, pilarisation, coalition government, the role of the minorities, theory and practice, comparison between the UK system of government and the Dutch one.

Then, i was in the library, looking for some Garcia Marquez books, but instead i find: ‘ Introduction to Dutch: A practical grammar’.
And 2 days after, i found a Dutch teacher, and after 2 more days, i lost my Dutch teacher. What a shame…een, twee, drie….

Going to London, looking for the tube map. Instead i find a huge advertisement: ‘Visit Amsterdam’.
And finally, got back from the lovely trip, went to the Study Abroad Office, to do the impossible to go to UVA in 2010. Apparently it is not one of the partner institutions, but they assured me that i will do my exchange year in Amsterdam
So i guess i’m happy I got good news

Haha, funny thing, what do mostly people do while they’re in England? Well, first of all, they complain about the weather, although sometimes it’s not that bad. Second of all, they drink…quite a lot. And tonight we got wasted! I mean, so wasted that after 5 hours my Finnish flatmate started to eat Aaron’s rice. But it wasn’t just that he stole food from that guy’s rice cooker. He also got some soy sauce to make it more tasty=))

So, we had a mixture of Canadian, German, Australian, Finnish, English, and Mexican drinks and we played drinking games. Which wasn’t quite a good idea because when you mix lots of things, most of them even stronger then vodka…you certainly won’t be able to walk anymore. So it was school disco tonight. None of the girls got to wear high heels. None of the guys were able to walk in a straight line. So we all went to the club, drank some more, and then when it all ended, got back to the flat to….drink some more ) I mean, all those nice drinks had to be finished right?

What a happy night =)) I hope the Chinese guy won’t find out that Juho ate his rice, in fact, no one will probably remember anything. What can I say ? ‘Oh Will’s days ‘ =))

Nici nu am realizat cat de repede trece timpul, o luna s-a dus foarte repede si gata vacanta. Dar cel mai ironic mi se pare felul in care ma simt acum. Impartita intre doua vieti, luandu-mi ramas bun de la una- o adolescenta zbuciumata si trecand la o viata de om serios care trebuie sa citeasca zeci de carti sa invete cum sa puna bazele unei schimbari, care o sa aibe un job si multe responsabilitati. Astazi chiar vorbeam cu Dan de noul inceput, azi a implinit 20 de ani si am realizat si eu cat de mari suntem ) I’m not too silly, doar ca stau in pat si ma uit la mine , sunt la fel de mica precum eram la 13 ani, port blugii mei foarte tociti din clasa 9 a, pt ca intotdeauna au fost prea lungi, patul e facut praf si am portocale, bilet de avion, pixuri manusi, monede si bilete vechi de autobuz peste tot. Am ramas cum am fost intotdeauna- o dezordonata mai ales in gandire, pt ca altfel as putea organiza si lucrurile din jurul meu. In bagaj nu incape niciodata nimic si incerc sa trisez si sa scot cat mai putine chestii- nu imi vine sa le las acasa. Si in final, ma gandesc ce-as face cu 30 E cat as da pe kg in plus, si ce as face fara o pereche de blugi si ii sacrific. Si incerc sa nu ma mai gandesc si sa sar pe bagaj sa pot sa-l inchid, mereu aceeasi poveste.

Azi aveam chef de aventura si am mers cu Dan pana la scoala. Am luat flori si a fost o faza foarte funny. Dan zice- cred ca vreau sa iau crini imperiali pt d-na Pitur ca merita- la care florareasa- da merita , luati crini. dupa care noi am inceput sa radem de cat de convingatoare parea d-na respectiva de parca ar fi fost prietena de-o viata cu d-na profesoara. Apoi am mers si tot asteptam sa vina cineva cunoscut si cand o vad…vine , urca scarile incet si ma intorc spre Dan…HERNESTTT..ce facem fugim ? ) Nu, hai sa-i dam flori…si m-am trezind cu un larg fals zambet oferind flori profei care m-a amenintat ca nu ma trece clasa intr-a 12 a. Vai vai..ce mai aventura…

Si acum iar bagaje, ma mai uit la calendare vechi pe care nu le-am dat jos din 2006, 2007…Si ma gandesc cum eram atunci si de-o data vad o sticla goala de bere pe podea- da, chair am crescut! Si bagajul tot nu se inchide din cauza paletei de badminton…dar nu renunt, chiar daca n-o sa joc mai mult de 2 ori probabil, no way!

Si acum ma intorc la packing..trebuie sa gasesc si sa aplic solutii! Fac asta de 5 zile dar nu-mi pierd speranta:))

Ne mai auzim din lovely, rainy England

Its 1 o clock on a friday morning, I’m trying to keep my back from the wall
The prophets and their bombs have had another success, and i’m wondering why we bother at all
And i think of you on cold winter mornings, darling they remind me of when we were at school
Nothing really mattered when you called out my name, in fact, nothing really mattered at all.

And i think about how long it will take them to blow us away, but i won’t get me down, I’m just thankful to be facing the day, cos days don’t get you far when you’re gone
It’s five o clock on a Friday morning, one hundred telephones shake and ring
And one of them is from someone who knew you…….
And i still think of you on cold winter mornings, darling they’ll still remind me of when we were at school, when they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours
were the hands of these eronious fools

And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next, well let them take you next, cos you live and be thankful you’re here, see it could be you tomorrow next year.

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breasts and all the rest,
A friend who’s dressed in leather,

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
A friend who’ll tease is better ,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather,

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
My japanese is better,
And when she’s pressed she will undress,
And then she’s boxing clever,

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,

Days dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning,

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
A friend who’ll tease is better,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather,

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,

Days dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
My japanese is better,
And when she’s pressed she will undress,
And then she’s boxing clever,

A friend in need’s a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breast and all the rest,
A friend who’s dressed in leather