'Tehomir' by Horațiu Mălăele

 

A mystical experience occurs when reading ‘Tehomir’ written by Horațiu Mălăele.

The eyes read the lines, but inside one’s head the voice... oh, the voice is his, Horațiu’s. It gently whispers the words, in that unmistakable diction, clear, stressing on all syllables, in a rhythm careless to the passing of the time.

Nostalgia gets unlimited powers, embracing the reader while gently whispering. This story is sad in a magical way, and longing takes human shape whose hand softly touches the reader, passing on the shivers.

The Ideal

 

I have already written about it, and probably will continue to do so given the fact that I find inspiration in a lot of places. I am referring to the ideal, of course.

The other day, I was browsing through a page that also has interviews, among other interesting articles. All, I mean all titles of interviews contained (besides the name of the interviewed) a piece of advice meant to put one’s life in perspective, flip it like a pancake and put in the right order. Yeah, I know, nobody reads interviews anymore unless the title is attractive, but pieces of advice promoted as instructions seem truisms to me.

Frankly, I’d rather read the articles that contain numbers in them (when you’re fed up with constantly reading such titles, you have to burn the frustration demon) than those that contain advice that is suitable to any occasion (as Bridget Jones’ mother so elegantly put it – high five, fans!).

On the balcony

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A young couple is walking hand in hand in a street with apartment buildings of four floors. To their left, on the last floor, the balcony has an orange roll installed together with a white umbrella to make shadow to the flowers on the balcony.

The girl looks upward to the balcony. She remarks the details of it, but she swiftly redirects her direction towards the street when she catches a glimpse of an old man sitting there, waving at her.

The boy looks up. The old man never stops waving. So the boy waves back. The girl looks once again towards the balcony, at the man waving at her. She waves back at him and smiles. The old man smiles back at her.

A simple but meaningful experience bonds them. The couple wanders away, and the old man remains on his balcony. But all three of them keep a smile on their faces.

My mom is also inspiring

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Giving the many posts on the advice received from my father, one would think that my mother cannot be quite as inspiring. Well, you’re wrong or I gave you the wrong idea, one of the other.

When I was young, I dreaded the idea of sleeping during the afternoon. My mom used to come from work and had a couple of hours for house chores before returning again to work. Sometimes she would stop and take a twenty minutes nap. I remember her trying to convince me to go to sleep. But my mind was racing, and did not enjoy afternoon naps. Being by her side, I would always turn from one side to the other, trying to fall asleep to no end. Of course that my fidgeting was interfering with her sleep and she would always say that my afternoon nap could be compared to a bird’s flight over our apartment building (it lasted just as much).

But when she did manage to sleep, it was fine. As time went by, she started finding ways to fall asleep faster. That’s how Maria Treben and her famous book ‘Health from God's Garden: Herbal Remedies for Glowing Health and Well-Being’ entered our life. She would start reading and after a couple of pages she was already asleep. And after the end of the nap she always referred to it as ‘making sight savings’.

Summer at Bookster

A new beautiful Bookster campaign cheered up my day.

When I opened the delivered package, I found the books I ordered, the Bookster surprise, and also the special bookmark.

Thus, the writer is also happy because she can recommend the trips from her adventures. And the other way around.

Squirrel away

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My friend and I were talking the other day about the way our parents have grown accustomed to store away goods for future use – to sum it up, to squirrel away.

No need to look no further, because I do it too.

 

And so I remembered how a few years ago, before moving to Russia, I spent a couple of weeks in Tulcea. I took the time to also clean the insides of my drawers. And so I discovered the pile of exam papers stored in one of them. Actually, it seemed that I had made stock of all the exam papers taken between the secondary school and the last year of high school. Quite a legacy, I would say, since I made a beautiful pile of them!

Talking to my friend about them, I remembered how it all started. Sure, the keeping was not supposed to happen for more than after high school and I do not understand why, after leaving home, I did not throw them away. I guess it’s a matter of having issues to let go of things.

It’s a funny thing about memory, it strikes back when least expected. And so I went back on the memory lane. A former student told me that his teacher registered a mark in the grade book and he knew he had received another one. Since he happened to have the exam paper, he showed it to the teacher and so the issue was resolved. Apparently, I was frightened about being mistreated.

I wonder, was it then when my proactivity kicked in?!

Witty Quotes

A while ago, I was presenting my favorite witty quotes.

Today, I am adding a new one to them. I heard it while watching the series 'Six Feet Under' and I want to share it with you:

'You know what I think about life?! I think it’s all about timing.

Every once in a while, people should get what they really want. That keeps them optimistic.'