Tuesday, March 27, 2007


(Utrecht, The Netherlands)

Ok, the title might have been a bit too much, but on a microlevel my life will be turned upside down starting August 20th 2007. Among the million questions constantly popping into my head, that those close to me have to endure with bravery every day, one was "Just how different will I be when I'm finished exploring The Netherlands?". Well, of course, I turned to the last big change in my life, which happened about two and a half years ago : moving to Bucharest.
On my first vacantion I visited my hometown and the strangest feeling I ever experienced was thinking "I'm riding the same bus, I'm seeing the same buildings, talking to the same people. I love them all. But I don't identify with any of them anymore". Just like before, I'm not fully aware of the fact that I'm leaving. To me, it's out there, in some distant universe, with different rules and customs and ways of thinking and means of transportation!(yes, im going to have to learn how to ride a bike). Utrecht is nice. The photos look great. The weather is definitely not hot. The people are famous for being open-minded, yet polite. Will I come to be a replica of that? Will I come to think I'm a little bit a part of Utrecht and, even worse, a little bit of it is mine? And will my parents recognise the same me when I come home?
Will I ever come back to Romania?
I suppose most people go through this kind of thing, even if their university is in a different city, not a different country. I suppose it could be worse, like moving accross the Atlantic. I suppose I'm thinking too much.

Friday, March 23, 2007

First love

The city of Cluj-Napoca, my hometown. It's located in the Upper West part of the country.
Moved away when I was 16.
*Photographs copyright by Mihai Keller


Bucharest:"gray, dreary, sad. Or was that just me?" (Sex and the city)
A close-up on Romania's capital, the newest 1 million+ city of the EU.
Photos from the heart of town - Magheru Boulevard

Sunday, March 18, 2007


It seems to be the most common thought of the ordinary person, so why not start with that.

As I, myself, am an ordinary person, I would like to begin by stating that money is important. No, no, money is important. Regardless of any noble and selfless comment that instantly popped into your head, please take a deep breath. And please think of all the wonderfully noble and selfless things you could have done, had you possessed this modern-day miracle-maker. If you already possess it, then I need not plead my case.

Money does make the world go round. It's a cliche and it's old. I know. However, it deserves its fair share of recognition.
Now of course you can be an idealist, you can live your life in the world of "Good" and only mention this topic as a critique to the weak-hearted slaves of the capitalist world. Go Ahead. I freaking dare you. And you can make your sick grandmother swallow ideas for medicines and feed the 40 pounds well-nourished 15 year olds of Africa thoughts each time they spit out blood, courtesy of their life-long ulcer. All this while billionaires spend their billions on highly important and vital assets. Like fish's black reproductive cells (yes, caviar).

Don't you just hate it when good intentions remain good intentions?

First thing on the list

I have no ars poeticae. There is no definition of my website, my train of thought, my past or my aspirations. Almost all are constantly changing. I cannot be described in a post and I will not attempt to post a "trailer" or a "preview" of what lays ahead. While all of this may seem very blaze and passive-aggressive, this blog is not an excuse for ranting. You'll just have to take my word for it.