My new nonfiction book (written in Romanian) is available to order starting today.
If you've often felt that you're too sensitive, perhaps the problem isn't you, but your work environment.
You can click here to order it.
If you've often felt that you're too sensitive, perhaps the problem isn't you, but your work environment.
You can click here to order it.
Others’ perspective shifts when they realize they no longer want to be flattered and would prefer to have the truth told to their faces.
Meanwhile, others realize they want neither one nor the other.
What a variety!
I’ll say this much—this is a book worth
reading.
And I’ll keep this line from the book with me:
“Because, before we find justice, we must find peace.”
In a recent video, Dana explains that it took her some time to change her mind about the writing of Romanian authors, which she had found uninteresting because of the required reading assignments in school.
I was happy to find out which Romanian writers Dana has on her bookshelf—in both the “read” and “unread” sections—and to discover that some of my own books were listed in both sections.
But for a while now, I’ve realized that Dad has these abilities too. It’s just that I hadn’t paid attention to him, convinced as I was that only Mom could be a fox. But looking back, I realized that Dad hadn't missed a few things either. This leads me to believe that Dad is a fox too—only that he's a silver one.
And you don’t have to take my word for it. Take a moment and look around at your loved ones. Be careful, though—foxes are very discreet, and you might not see them unless you look back to catch a glimpse of their footsteps. It’s still something, I tell you!
'Look, Mom, this is where I’m going to get my prom dress!'
'Yeah, sure. What prom?'
'The eighth-grade one.'
'Aha! I'm sure you’re only going to get your godmother’s dress from here!'
How many times have you been assigned a task with a deadline of “yesterday,” received an email as long as a Dostoevsky novella, or gotten a cryptic WhatsApp message from a “telepathic” coworker who expects you to read their mind through a crystal ball?
Cassius Books Publishing House has done me the honor of agreeing to publish my new nonfiction book about office life. 'Work Under the Microscope' aims to make you harder to manipulate and provide you with communication strategies.
Because a healthy work environment isn’t built with fruit in the office or wellness classes, but with clear rules, mutual respect, and the courage to call a spade a spade.
“And they were saying on TV that these
guys are going to ban us from going to church. Yeah, that we won’t be able to
go to service anymore—I mean, whenever we want. Yeah, you hear me?! Yeah, it’s
going to be a disaster. What’s he saying? Oh, he’s hungry! Give him some fruit
or something—it’s not good to eat dinner on an empty stomach. Yeah, so that’s
what they were saying—that it’s going to be a disaster.”
Pause.
“So you went on a trip? Did you like it?
Never mind, it’s fine—at least you got something for yourself. Because these
sequins are in style at parties, weddings, or whatever. Never mind, you did the
right thing!”
“Daddy, are you making pancakes for us
tonight?”
“No.”
“Taraaaa!”, the little girl says, turning
to her sister.
Told with humor, tenderness, and a love for
traditions—for things that have vanished and that young people will never be
able to understand simply because they lack the experience (my nephew doesn’t
understand how we could have lived without a phone, especially since we didn’t
even have a landline)— the stories for each day are a delight for any reader.
“Tales for a Bizarre World”— the subtitle
reads—I’d say they’re more like tales in defense against a bizarre world, one
that’s constantly expanding and for which I often can no longer find
understanding.
I wouldn’t rule out keeping this book close at hand, to serve as a sort of calendar, as you mentioned above.
“Can’t you see you’re just talking nonsense?” a
woman yells.
“What? What did I say?!”
“Just keep your thoughts to yourself.”
I go on my way and come back five minutes
later. The commotion continues.
“I get it. But what are you telling us?! Like
we can do anything about it!” the same woman yells, seemingly even louder.
More than ever, I can’t write about what I’ve read, because I felt
it more than anything. Yet feelings are so hard to put into words—perhaps even
impossible. So I’ll stop here, I’ve used too many words already.
But I’ll share below the few that carried me far, all the way up, and even now
I don’t know if I’m writing from there or from here.
“The angel came and said to me: ‘I’ve been watching over you for so
very long, hoping you’d become a scientist, and yet you haven’t invented a
single thing!’
‘Of course I have; I have invented something—it’s just that the
science I’ve created is so subtle that it’s sometimes mistaken for the natural
order of things. It’s called hemography—that is, writing with yourself.’ ”
About the 1977 Earthquake
“My lifelong friend, the poet Grigore Hagiu, told me: ‘I had gone
out barefoot onto the ground and held onto a tree. The tree was holding onto
me, and I was holding onto it. We were both scared.’”
The Great Survival
“The realization of one’s own nothingness produces fear. Fear is the
most powerful emotion. Fear is the only living emotion. Fear, in its primitive
forms, is encased in an eggshell. Real fear transforms into words.”
“Like the eye, the word perceives light,
but, unlike the eye, the word retains it within itself.”
Given how many books are written and published these days, I can’t help but feel honored that, after more than two years, ‘TheCorporation: Typologies and a Survival Guide’ is still available in some bookstores in Cluj-Napoca.
I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to Humanitas and Librarium bookstores.
And for you, the readers, I’ve signed some copies that wait for you there.
I was so used to seeing cars with notes on the
dashboard containing phone numbers, apologies, and assurances that the owner
would come right away to move the car. Or notes with threats because the car
had been parked in a private parking space.
We should all care about speaking our native
language correctly, and I like that this book helps me correct my mistakes or
remember grammar rules.
In addition to explanations—accompanied by
examples—regarding the common and not-so-common mistakes we make in everyday
speech, each short chapter includes a “Bonus” section.
Here’s the most delightful one of all (in Romanian).
Instead, we spend too much time on those who
let us down—especially those we never would have expected, against whom we had
no defense, believing they’d always be on our side (B.U.G. Mafia puts it most
clearly: “and how some people turn into such b... you won’t even believe it”).
I really, really want to fix this. I’m coming
your way!
Let's take informed decisions!
Humor, whether dark or not, is present
throughout these pages and plays an important role, serving as a guide for
those willing to make the effort to understand the past and the underlying
implications of the conclusions that some people so readily throw around
(starting with “things were better back then…”).
And a few excerpts:
‘…
You will always be of much greater use to this
world if you make bread, cheese, and polenta than if you drop bombs on people’s
homes.
…
We know these times will pass. We know that one
day we’ll rejoice, we’ll cheer, we’ll be overcome with joy. We know we’ll burn
their photos, we’ll give them the finger, we’ll spit in their wake, and we’ll
carry on with our lives. Fools that we are, we believe in a better world. But
we also feel… that our children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren—if we
ever have them—will, in turn, live life at a snail’s pace, while others watch
them laughing from windows high above.
…
‘
Following in the footsteps of his brother
and father, Saba takes us through the terrifying depths of human pettiness and
the horrors of war. Yet at the same time, we are shown that humans are kind,
selfless, loyal, and loving.
This book is a masterpiece, and I believe
in every comforting word in it!
‘…
“Why is everything written in English?”
“We're pretending to be Americans, man.”
“Why?”
Nodar shrugged.
“All I know is that just because you stick
feathers up your butt doesn't mean you're a chicken.”
…
Fairytales must be read until the very end.
… ‘
With
the publication of my latest book, I found myself in all sorts of
discussions that piqued my interest or encouraged me to think even more about
what it means to be a writer today.
Writers
just starting out have written to me asking if I have any valuable advice that
might bring them closer to being published.
With
seven books already published (eight, if I count the bilingual edition of ‘Adventures
of tourists’), you might consider me an experienced writer. But I don’t
see myself that way. Or at least, not yet. I still have a lot to learn, and
when you’re not a big name (or even a medium-sized one), you sometimes have to make
sure you climb in through the window when the door is slammed in your face.
These
days, a writer doesn’t just write (perhaps only those who are well-known and
make a living from their writing, since they already have a team handling their
PR, social media pages, blogs, and so on). Thus, now, a writer has to do
marketing, PR, copywriting, and much more. All of this takes up a lot of time
and drains your energy (a heads-up for introverts).
When
I make it big (as a writer), I’d like to just worry about choosing the cover
and making the edits suggested by the editors. To know that I just have to
write and I’ll be published, no matter what, without having to spend time
convincing publishers that my work is worth publishing. I don’t lack
inspiration for writing, so I’m determined to make it big. Until then, I
promise to hold on tight and stay balanced on this carousel I call the writer’s
life.
My
carousel looks something like this, but that doesn’t mean it’s identical to
other writers’—no one fully understands another’s experiences. I’ll break it
down into noteworthy elements and, here or there, I’ll try to offer some
advice.
That’s
about it. Take everything above as guidelines, not certainties. In closing, I
can only wish you lots of patience, self-compassion, and resilience.
What’s
been helping me lately? Remembering the movie Mr. Aznavour and the singer's reaction to those who harshly criticized him, dismissing his
talent or his chance to be known—“From today on, I’ll write a song every day,
I’ll work harder and harder, and I’ll prove that I’m good!”
Today, I registered an extraordinary growth. I received a text message from my sister. It was in Italian.
KPIs are now exceeded!
The bell rings to announce... geometrical shapes.
A small note forgotten by Nephew becomes a sweet discovery. My Nephew is grand!
But perhaps the most valuable thing that any reader gains from reading
these stories is the conviction that the past is not lost if we ignore it, but
must be analyzed, discussed, and dissected, not necessarily to facilitate
understanding, but to avoid repetition. Also remarkable is the way in which
Jevrić captures the essence of each story, without too many detours or actions
that fragment the reader's attention, who is immediately exposed to the core of
the story, like a chasm yawning directly at their feet, leaving them no escape
or chance to distract themselves.
A few excerpts:
‘...
The dead Serbs are being moved from the Serbian part of Sarajevo.
One man had enough money to take his dead father with him, but left his
living mother at home.
…
The old man held a piece of paper with the message: "When I didn't
have warm clothes, I had the strength to fight the cold. I was used to it; but
when you promised to help me, I started to believe in promises. I gave up the
fight. I believed you."
...’
We walk slowly, careful not to step on each
other. To our left, a little boy walks directly through the puddle and shows us what we may have already
forgotten—walk straight ahead and you'll get there faster.
I smile and am glad I haven't forgotten that
sometimes children can have bolder solutions than adults.
Splash, splash, let's go!
'I don't know why, but in ten years I expect to find this mentioned in one of your books.'
I was silent, amused, and then I concluded that it's not at all out of the question.
I think they say this about writers – be
careful what you tell them, it could be the subject of their next book.
Every action has a motivation behind it.
The
motivation behind writing the book “What Shall We Do About Health (?/!)” is
simple. I want people to make informed decisions, to ask for at least a second
medical opinion, and to beware of jobber-doctors (money-grubbers) and
lackadaisical-doctors (bland, uncaring).
Have you had
unpleasant experiences at the doctor's? Me too. And others also. I've gathered
them in a book, so we don't feel alone and stay alert when receiving recommendations about treatment
plans.
Why did I write
this book?
• to encourage
people to at least ask for a second medical opinion when it comes to a
treatment plan.
• to raise
awareness regarding some doctors that do not have the best intentions when
recommending certain treatment plans.
The book in
PDF format is available for free starting today. In both Romanian and English.
The structure of
the book is as follows:
1. global and
European Union statistics on the medical specialties described in the book.
2. medical
specialties – definitions and statistics from Romania, followed by case
examples – of which I mention a few, dentistry, medical rehabilitation,
obstetrics and gynecology, urology, endocrinology, ophthalmology, but also
private clinics (subscription for employees).
3. bibliography –
websites consulted.
Important!
This book does
not provide medical advice for any of the specialties mentioned.
It is also not
a treatment guide for similar health problems that readers may have.
Click below to download your free copy.
In English - https://drive.google.com/file/d/1OlW8uFvcbh7LEGCHEJwWlyJla0OBzO8x/view?usp=sharing
In Romanian - https://drive.google.com/file/d/14pyKzVXNoBUyojqODcPaXzSrbQMJHZhe/view?usp=sharing
I hope you’ll find it useful!
And
to this she concluded – ‘I know, but if I don’t laugh about it, I’ll cry!’
And so it is, or so I discovered that things are. In life, plenty of things can go wrong or incredibly sideways. When you feel powerless or don’t know what to do, better to start laughing at the situation than cry about it.
Anyway, we cannot
control everything, but we can laugh. And laughter gives us strength to go on,
to try once more, to not give up, to not give into despair or depression. I
remember having read this somewhere about depression and I liked it:
‘How
do you steer away from depression?’
‘I
laugh. When depression wants to kick in and sees me laughing, it thinks I’m stupid,
so it moves on to the next fellow.’
‘Why do people say that? We still have time. How
can one say one has time when it’s clear that the time has one?”
But we can try. Exactly like someone tried to
leave their handprint in the snow that covered the trunk of a tree. A futile
attempt, for the snow would soon melt and nothing will remain of it. But this
picture will. Surely not an eternity, but it can continue the handprint’s
existence, even though under another shape.
Exactly like a memory my dad has just given me,
and still under another shape than initially. My dad remembered that while I
was 3 or 4 years old, all four of us (mom, dad, my sis and I) could fit on a
wooden sleigh. Now, I will also be one of the keepers of this memory, although
I don’t remember it at all, being too young. I stored it safely, next to
another dear memory of us four – at the cinema, watching the Mrs. Doubtfire
movie, that started my pure love for Robbin Williams.
Let’s leave prints!