A manca inseamna a trai?

Zilele trecute, la iesirea din cantina de la serviciu, nenea de la “Securitate”, un barbat asiatic, maruntel si cu ochi vii, m-a intrebat zambind: “Azi cate portocale ai mancat”? Intre sutele de angajati, care mananca “normal”, probabil ca e greu sa trec neobservata, cu un munte de coji de portocale in fata sau cu o mare caserola de pepene.

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Life in UK (I)

Cand totul a prins contur, cand ne-a fost clar ca lucrurile chiar se intampla si ca urma sa ne mutam in alta tara, am inceput sa ma uit la ce aveam in jur cu alti ochi. Ma intrebam cand aveam sa revad tot ce eram obisnuita sa vad si in ce fel, lipsindu-ma de toate astea, avea sa se schimbe viata mea, viata noastra.

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De Pastele Mortilor

In ultima vreme, mult prea des si mult prea devreme, moartea ia de mana oameni de tot felul si de toate varstele, ducandu-i pe un alt taram. Cu totii suntem…muritori si poate ca ideea propriei fragilitati ne ajuta sa ne cunoastem si sa ne intelegem mai bine, pregatindu-ne pentru singura certitudine a vietii: moartea.

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In reality, love is more beautiful than at Hollywood

When I was very young, I was convinced that everything I saw in movies and I read in books are beautiful love stories, but they were stories that the reality would crush the day after the wedding. I felt that the emotions, the magic, the otherworldly adoration and glamorous love that seem to transcend time and space in literature and movies, all that have nothing to do with what I saw around me.

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Enjoying the process, not the outcome (more lessons to learn)/Bucurandu-ma de calatorie, nu de destinatie (mai multe lectii de invatat)

Ever since I moved to the UK, I have been constantly asking myself what experiences / lessons I have come here to learn. Well, when you ask questions, you get answers …

When I learned that I got the job and that I was going to be transferred from Romania to the UK, I admit I was not that excited. In my soul, after 25 years of work, I hoped to get away from the fixed-term employee life, from the crazy rhythm of logistics and especially from the commuting. I hoped that the meaning of my coming to the UK was, among other things, to be able to express myself differently, meaning helping people to make better choices for their lives through sport, nutrition, mindfulness …

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