Friday, 27 January 2017


It's cold. Actually, very cold. So cold that I remember M., a colleague from university. M. arrived by bike at the university in order to take an exam. There were -20 degrees, and the moist in the air coming from the sea and the Siutghiol Lake could easily slash the bones. I remember M. in the hall of the university. He was in thermoplegia, and his frozen and white eyelashes seem very real to me still.
It's not cold. Not cold at all.

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