In Poland, they are wearing Guy Fawkes (V for Vendetta) masks, in Romania they sing songs of sorrow and fight against… themselves. The president, doesn’t care care at… all.  And if they succeed and `dethrone` the leader, who to elect instead? What are the options? I know that the State is nothing but a poorly dressed Cinderella at the palace, but the clock showed 12 o’clock, too many times, instead of horses and a carriage, there are left only mice and a pumpkin gone off. Their … manifestations… are nothing but a waste of energy, resources and I hate the trash they leave behind. Chaos, but please, order!

We have left our country to Gabriel Corporation, another part to some company from Barbados and to one from Man Island, also to some rumors about the UK. We scream Rosia Montana all day long, we sign petitions, but we have shut down our golden mines. Romania has 700 tons of gold, but BNR cannot afford to buy gold anymore. We don’t have the right to mark the golden bars, but we have to pay Bulgaria to do that for us, if we decide, one day, to invest in it. The Constitution says that once a gold mine is closed, it cannot be open again. Therefore, we are again, the same source of charge stock, we are in the same position in which we were during the Second World War, providing valuables at a low price, why not rent the entire country, it would be better I guess.

All in all, the only escape should be what once used to be known as leadership through specialists. Unfortunatelly, we are forced to admit that we are unable to solve our own problems: an international government, neutral and specialised. We think as a group but we have no idea which group is it. We don’t encourage education, therefore, the Northern countries such as Denmark or Norway are leaders in  attracting all talented international students, because they know how to invest in their abilities. We love causes, but we hate the consequences, still we act like fools. We react only when ROM chocolate bar says that they’ll change the image with the American flag, we react only when there are jokes about Romanians, less when talking about thieves or when Rromas have a circus in France and delight the audience every single time they perform and sell home-made doughnuts.

Meanwhile, winter has found Romania and its crisis as well. Students are studying day and night, partying day and night and going abusive over the coffee and Coke stock. Failed exams, sleep deprived and freezing cold, make students forget about healthy food (sanwiches all day long), about putting out the trash (they forget it inside or just drop it at the front door) and they start acting really weird; after days of studying, in the same room, laughing and poorly awful singing might occur in the procees. Still, they also want to protest and fight for a better educational system, but later. They don’t have time for that. Some of them, even feel guilty when they fall asleep with the book in their hands, because they have waisted precious time. In the end, we will all be in Romania, still, with the thought of a united Romania, proud to show the flag on the 24th of January and the 1st of December, otherwise, screaming Down with the government, down with our leader, whoever he is! At least on the 24th of January I enjoyed an etno-rock music concert with Zdob si Zdub  (from Moldavian Republic – great thing to unite the entire Moldova in just some notes and lyrics, they are great indeed) and fireworks on George Enescu and Gheorghe Zamfir songs.

Romania needs some rest and a good cold shower!

La revedere!

I must start another paragraph as her ultimate threat arives: I shall get the hostel manager here and make her write you a REPORT!

I took the trash and put it back inside slaming the door in her face.

For those who don’t know about the greater threat, that is a REPORT! Yes! And if you have three of them, you’re OUT! A bloody report, a word that she could barely hold it, the supremacy, the point in which you realize that she is better than you, she can have access to the manager, she is almost your BOSS! Bullocks! Do I have the right to write a report about 2 people sharing 1 closet and an incredible small room, the right to write a report to all of those who don’t wash their toilets, showers or sink and they are living the romance of their life under the same showers? I have 6 years of living in a youth hostel and in the times we’ve spent in the high school accomodation, we were terrorized by these reports, the 9 o’clock in the evening when the front door was locked, and you were stuck inside, even if you were 18 or 10 years old. What about the big school yard? No, you were not allowed to go there either! Crawl to your room’s window because at 10 o’clock in the evening you had to be in bed, with doors open, so that the superviser see and hear everything. At that moment, we were reading books with light from our phones. But, if we were good students, then, we were allowed to stay until 12 o’clock in the study room, stiil, no more than 12 o’clock!

Romania likes paperwork and drama. As we see it, there is nothing but a drama queen.

I stepped out the room, there was another door with the trash out! I shall write a report!

Coclusion: I want to study and be a doctor, still taking the tram but less than before, walking is better, destroy the scan button and stay healthy is a long term target.

Vali ne-a spus despre diferențele majore dintre sucul naiv și gelatina comercială a celorlalte produse existente pe piață, care ajunge în sticle după o scenă demnă de pelicule polițiste. Gustul sucurilor concentrate sunt rezultatul unei reconstituiri ale „crimelor” înfăptuite, împotriva fructelor, de companii cărora le pasă prea puțin de calitate atunci când cantitatea de conservanți este mai profitabilă și cifra de afaceri mult mai… fructuoasă.

Fructe Naive este o poveste cu 3 soiuri de mere, dintre care wagner are un loc special, o combinație acceptată după 6 luni de lucru, cu 3 luni de pus la tot felul de încercări, de la sărituri în lungimea preferinței consumatorilor până la aruncarea greutății de competiție, fiind singurul produs de acest gen din România. Sucul ăsta „prea ca la mama acasă”, prinde viață într-o casă mică, dar pornește la drum din livezile mari din Reghin. În naivitatea lor, producătorii spun că ei încă mai cred în ce-i bun și că fructele naive s-au lăsat pe mâna lor să fie stoarsă din ele cât mai multă pulpă care aduce oamenii în același gând natural și simplu sau prins în hora unui cocktail.

Cât timp Vali povestea de vremea lu’ Ceașcă, pe când era în liceu și mergea în livadă, printre amintiri la ieșit cu fetele noaptea, ce corvoadă să fi fost, spune el „o nebunie, ce mai!”, Tudor încearcă sucul de mere cu vodka și Lucian cu gin. Rezultatele par a fi mulțumitoare căci parfumul merelor folosite în revelația asta de suc, scoate acel ceva din alcool pe care celelalte sucuri nu reușesc să facă. Deși e prea dulce Cel Vesel, va veni la braț cu Cel Sincer pentru cei ce nu apreciază „dulcegăriile”.

Ce e de reținut este concursul fain Naive ADventure unde Fructele Naive se vor promovate în rândul studenților, prin și cu oameni „deschiși la creier”, se mai reține premiul care constă în 2 cutii de Naive și gustul pe care dacă nu îl știți, îl puteți descoperi în diferite locații din Iași, una dintre ele menționată mai sus. De la cocktail-uri cu nume de filme, la un viitor parteneriat al merelor cu un alt fruct, poate chiar mai naiv, inocența vine într-o cutie de 5 litri, într-un mod cât se poate de 100% natural și cules cu mâna, chiar de la noi, din România.

Să fim naivi!

So, you have a room, very small one, initially thought for 4 person, but given to 5 person, of course one of them doesn’t have a wardrobe and must beg for some room in the other ones. That wouldn’t be a problem if one of the girls wouldn’t bring with her another friend to sleep with, the entire year. So, there you have: 4 wardrobes, 2 tables, 4 chairs, 1 stolen fridge and 6 new friends or… not.

Well, the point on top of my thoughts was the idea of talking over phone while sitting/being in the bathroom, next to the WC. This is as serious as it can be: I was myself in the bathroom and right next to me, out of total silence, there’s a phone ringing (almost horror movie like), and she answers telling the one over the phone that she is doing a poo. Yep! And the entire conversation is going on a, squeezing voice, as having a poo and talking over the phone at the same time requires a lot of effort and experience. This is not the first time I am witnessing this, from smoking, talking to another person in the same toilet, to crying or singing things are no strangers to me, I have to hear them every day for the past 6 years now. I am not saying anything, you might be expecting an important call, but really, would you take the call if you would be in the middle of something … as shitty as that?

Tough one

I’ve heard about people installing a phone in their bathroom, but in this kind of accommodation? After the cleaning lady tries her best to make everything sparkle, you only need a maximum of 3 hours to see the toilet area, uhm, breathable. I guess no one knows what lies beneath that powdered face and foundation. A pretty face? Maybe…

To finish my post for today, the entire hostel is waiting for hot water to run in the bathroom as we only get it once in three days. Should I say anything else about the freezing rooms? Another time! Wish us luck! Romania rocks sometimes! Remember those times ?

Words kill people

I have nothing against our human sad nature but, most of all I can’t look at people crying! They just make me think of horrible scenery, they make me understand that sometimes you can’t laugh all the time and that there is a marker, a permanent one, which puts a sign on your head. Clint Eastwood never dies, Chuck Norris is punishing everyone and Steven Segal is pissed off in a silent way. Heroes nowadays need more muscles. McDonalds kills through fatness every hope of new people with superpowers. Today we either have hot dog masters or beer champions. That’s my world, the way it flashes before my eyes.

Mickey Mouse! There you go! That’s a nice character, especially if you think of its first Mortimer name or if you see Full Metal Jacket. I guess it’s easier to fight and to die for someone else’s ideas and beliefs than dying confused. The war has no innocent victims.

Beg for your freedom