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After a night out in Phoenix (I)
by Andrei Dumitrache on Aug.21, 2010, under personal
…Last fall, sometime in October…
The first part of my journey did not last long but it gave me plenty of time to fully wake up and by the time the bus finally reached the A2 highway, I was already doing the final test in my TOEFL book. That book, a set of clothes, a bottle of Cola and a pack of parlies were the only things that I was carrying with me in my back pack. I don’t remember ever packing so light for a journey to the other side of the country. (continue reading…)
The Windmill – Pilot
by Andrei Dumitrache on Jun.25, 2010, under personal
This is part of a school assignment that I’ve had in Literature class four years ago.
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It was half past seven in the evening and the Sun was finally setting, casting a pale yellow light over the old windmill which was standing still, without a single breath of wind to give it a purpose. Its massive wooden structure, blackened by the many years that had gotten behind it dominated the hills and the nearby village which seemed frozen in time. In the distance, an old car was slowly making its way through the many bumps of the country road that was descending from the main National Road 87 towards the dormant settlement. (continue reading…)
Blackout in Constanta
by Andrei Dumitrache on Dec.20, 2009, under personal
Thankfully, it happened at 2am and not many people need electric current this time at night (Well, except for those like me who can’t sleep well). My hometown, the second largest in the country was left entirely without electricity. No big deal as long is it doesn’t last till the morning. I still have two hours left on my battery, well enough to finish his movie I’m re-watching (it’s called Bicentennial Man).
Hmm… there’s nobody on YM anymore. I’m guessing not all my pears have the latest magic stick that gives one the power of mobile internet from RDS with only 3 EURO per month.
A few months ago I was going over my picture archive from the 2008 edition of InfoEducatie. I found one picture that captured me with its imperfection and mystery and I think it fills the current darkness that took over this small urban teritory.
There you go
It wasn’t taken by me. I don’t remember who took it. It’s a girl playing with a lit up branch at the camp fire last year. She calls herself “Ana from everywhere”, she’s an excellent guitarist and the proud owner of a beautiful voice, the voice of Hotel California. She’s a mistery, a an independent soul living through music and photography, living free unlike so many of us today.
Power back on
