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Vaslui
September 6, 2006 |
Today I realized that as much as I tried I could not express my feelings sitting in front of this PC and hearing the sound of the keys being touched aggresively by my fingers. So I went out. I sit down on a bench which wasn’t here before. The ants tried desperately to enter the book I brought (Hard times, does it have anything to do?). This place is not as it used to be, nothing is the same. The river (I remember how we always waited for it to get frozen so that we could cross from one side to the other) was now covered with all sort of plants that wouldn’t let it flow. Maybe it does not have any new story to tell, maybe he just want to rest. I look at it with the same eyes that looked at it when I was 10. I remember how we always played hide-and-seek there and we used that place as hiding place, as a home, as a dream factory… I wonder, are there no kids here or are they all playing with the PC?
I see a man crossing the bridge. He is in a rush to get home. His hot food is waiting for him to arrive, just as it did years before, when there was no bridge here. Just a couple of pipes we were afraid to cross, but just because of that we crossed them at least once a day. I still have a scar on my knee. When I was 12 I fell from the pipes. My parents, together with other kids’ parents reported this to the town council so …. now we have a bridge. Well, what can I say? It’s not as funny as before. It turned to grey. No more “Let’s see how’s the first to arrive on the other side”, “Run, I’m right behind you”, no more laughs and no more tears when hearing “Come home! NOW! 3 days without TV”. We’re not here anymore.
Now the river just stands there and waits. Sometimes, when we come home it tries to uproot the plants and flow, just flow, but then it stops again, when the train we are in leaves… I guess it should hate the trains so much!
Then I went back, to my house. When I was going up the stairs I remembered that when we were 15 years old, we were 20 persons of similar ages in that block, and we were all friends. After we enjoyed burning the walls with candles, writing all kind of things on them we started to feel uncomfortable about it, we didn’t like seeing those walls all dirty everyday when coming home, so we decided to save some money to buy some paint and paint the walls ourselves. After a few months we decided to tell our parents, organize a meeting and ask for their permission. The boys painted the walls and we, the girls helped them.
I saw now that nobody painted that after our work 6 years ago. I wonder what the kids nowadays do. Only two of the girls that lived here before are still here, on holiday, of course. Most of them left to other countries or other cities looking for a better future. I wonder, are the kids that still leave here looking for a better future? And if so, where are they searching for it, I see green grass and no child enjoying it.
Visualize it HERE.
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Kids today might not be doing what we used to do. But I have this feeling the loss is theirs, not ours…
Anyway, glad you were able to enjoy your time reading in the park. :D :P