The Wall Paragraphs

The Wall Paragraphs
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He felt the void surrounding him as woke up each morning. Some say you should embrace it make a part of your life but he, however discovered that if he was around the right person the void did not affect him in anyway. This is how he felt now, when his lover was with him so it was too clear what he should embrace now.
He felt sad that all he had was the imprint of his scent on his sheet, he knew their love could last forever, it wasn’t just a shady one night stand. They felt as if an umbilical cord held them together.
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He was burning his photograph. He was kissing him. He was passionately burning his photo. Their lips touched one another furiously. The fire eat what was left of him. Two red curvy lines became wet. Two parallel beams were walking next to each other united by a V, once all were one but they got cut right in the middle by a lighting bolt since then we have to search for that one half. However many are forced to suffer because of the the wall.
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They met on a train; he was returning home, he was leaving home. Suddenly the train stopped without any warning, their luggage fell one on top of the other. Their first words as a couple where: “Sorry but this is mine”. That was the begging of the conversation that hasn’t stopped to this day. That was their first brick into the wall.
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Their black longish dresses, with their faces covered in that dreadfully long beard, bear the burden of the cross. They have a black cylinder hammered into their heads meant to keep their locks in place. You can see these people happy and proudly carrying bricks into the wall.
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The wall itself was an organic –steal composition held together by a mysterious black compound.
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In the town of Ecnerefidni one can find a very spiky wall that has on one side bipedal cows and sheep and on the other numerous bodies of colorful energy.
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The second deadly brick entered the wall when they had their first date, when they began to feel as one.

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Sometimes (maybe once in thousand years) a bipedal cow or sheep would somehow, without knowing, jump over the wall. Then those creatures would have a genuine problem because nothing is the same once it has been touched by light
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Some people, dressed in their smart suits, are happy when they put another brick and the wall.
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When the two moved in together the wall was complete.
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The wall will fall..... Or will it ? It’s all up to us in the end....

Robert, Jhon and Alexa

About death

Robert was on his way to the Eagle’s Crest when a nail pierced their tyre. Now the three travelling bears were stranded on a rocky mountain road. Tim remembered seeing a gas station. To get there they had to walk through the rarely touched patch of forest.

The trio loved nothing more than to fell adrenaline pushing hard in their blood as it mde its way to their soul. They disliked Paris, London, anything urban; their place was on a raft, in a zorb, hanging from a rope or parachuting into a forest where they would survive on hunting alone.

Now everything was better, joy had killed all emotions. Their off road trip went smoothly with nothing adventures happening until Robert stepped on a viper. He could feel the poison going into his body and with each second that passed he felt himself slipping more and more into darkness. His friends knew too well they needed antivenin fast. The forest eat their mobile phone’s signal. With no help coming they carried Robert on their back. Suddenly the gas station transformed into light.

Branches were ripped off trees, leaves were crushed as they ran as fast as they could to the gas station. All that motion was draining, it made their muscles hurt and their bones like glass but these little details were unsubstantial compared to the what Robert was going trough . This was not the first time that one of them had been hurt and the others had to help nor was it the most terrible, perhaps the most dangerous situation was when Cush tried to jump across the river but he landed on one of the slippery rocks from underneath the water, falling with half of his body on shore and half on the river. That fall also dislocated his foot. As if that wouldn’t have been enough a bear had come along if it wasn’t for his friend’s gunshot the bear would easily have gotten him. Robert and Tim had managed to get him out in time.

It was this memory along with many others that now flashed into Robert’s mind. Memories of a time long forgotten -when he wasn’t himself. They arrived at the gas station, phoned the emergency services. Robert was given antivenin and was taken to hospital. When he recovered he said:

‘’If I had died that day I would have died in peace because I am now who I am “

If you were to look at the fabric of John’s life you would notice something rather unsettling. It was filled with black spots. He had seen death one too many times and had never missed a funeral. Once he was offered a job interview for a position he had wanted all his life, a teaching post at Bancur the most important university of Ciron, but how could he miss the opportunity to see his grandmother for the last time? It would have remained on his mind forever. He placed flowers on her casket as he did with all who entered eternity. He knew if that job was to be his he would get it - one way or another.

After each parting he would hear that cliché inside his head “Life is meant for living” and “All can be taken away in an instant “

“Please write your names on a piece of paper and then pass it on to me” said the assistant teacher to her students. All of them did so even Alexa who was supposed to be near her grandmother, the person that had raised her, had taught her right from wrong. That very person was now reduced to an ice cube.

Her final day, before she became a part of nature, was to be spent without her granddaughter. Alexa felt sadness, she was alone, a ‘one in a field of zeros’ but her porcelain face was unchanged, its smile was now so stiff, it would have remained the same even if it was submerged in sulphurous acid . That smile, manufactured ages ago, was her weapon against unwanted questions or sympathy. Nobody was supposed to know the many attacks life had thrown at her. She refused to have anybody around her attaching to her, she wanted to be free, absolutely free. Her life had to remain the same, she saw inside her mind, the domino pieces falling one on top of the other: such an image deeply disturbed her.

“I will not let this simple fact of life destroy my rhythm” she shouted in front of the bathroom mirror,

About happiness

Alexa was happy as she walked from Sisamelly to Picary. Of course this was rarely the case; her life was usually nothing more than a grey construction made from the hardest of materials. Now, however, things were different, such was her mood that even the flowers were blooming in that immovable December day. How she loved life when everything was the way she planned it! This basic condition was often violated, that was why pain invaded her very core frequently. Whenever she would have to do an unexpected assignment or when somebody dared to visit her unannounced she would feel a knife penetrating her brownish flesh.

One day she had such a visit: it was Roberta, someone whom you would recognise in a million. Unlike many other women she found her happiness in sports such as volleyball, ping-pong, roller-blaideing, mountain climbing, fishing or parachuting.

Roberta was in a relaxing zorbing camp unwinding and recovering from a terrible cold. She was inside a zorb, in front of her sat a handsome young man. A malfunction in the harness mechanism forced his face to fall on her chest. He found himself inside a leather sandwich. How could John not be happy now when the very thing he liked most was now literally in his face. He liked women or rather he liked what they could offer him in a physical way.

Alexa’s mobile phone rang. She would have to go to her mother’s house and not to her own as she planned.

Their lives

The clock rings every morning. Each time it produces that sound I feel a strong urge to go back to sleep. Each morning I feel like a trapped sardine stuffed too tightly into its tin when I get into those rusted buses. In that rather claustrophobic moment all my senses are assaulted but none suffers as much as my sense of smell. I find myself wondering why soup is still - for some at least - one of the great mysteries of the universe and I still can’t figure out why water is seen as something destructive.

Every single day of the week I find myself in a room filled with the most terrible of creatures: the 21st century pupil. They like to fill their iPods with iTunes, they enjoy reading manga and magazines, they like to sent SMS’s all the time even during class or when they go to the bathroom, it’s like they find the greates of pleasures in pushing buttons or touch screens, like they forgot to trough paper balls at one another.

However my position is not the most important part of my life; it is just a step, a job that I use to save up money for my project to open a zorbing camp nearby.

When I think of this I remember my first time in a plastic ball where I met Roberta, perhaps the only woman I fell in love with. We had gone on to date for a few months but she was never truly happy. There was a hint of uneasiness in her. She told me that even from her childhood she had never truly felt herself. She told me she had to change her sex. Even as a man I would have loved her. However she was the one that chose to end it.

Each morning I wake up and take my oval hope; I shower, get into my car and rush to work. I arrive only to be tormented by the name plate on my door. There in black on white Roberta Higtris is written. That name still stings after thirty years.

Now, after so much time, I am so close that it feels like I have lived in a dream and tomorrow I shall wake up to reality. When I’ll look into the mirror Roberta will be gone forever. Hair will cover my face, my jaw line will be straighter, something will vanish and something will appear. All my curves will become straight, that will be it.

“Hmm another day, another opportunity.” This is my time to shine: after all my efforts today I’ll have my presentation. Sometimes I feel like I’m in the army, where discipline is vital; my life is like a game of dominoes such that if one element is hit the rest will fall one on top of the other in a never ending row.”

But none of those pieces included a party, none of them included love. Her life was future-oriented, she saw herself as being someone at some future point in time. But not now. In these moments she was nothing but a very stable chemical reaction that would in the end make her career, her very existence.

Her back was curved from all that sand wasted in the Central Library, where she would enjoy her friends Poe, Dante, Eminescu, Plato, Marino, it was among these bones that she found her peace. She was not such a huge fan of flesh, it was too demanding.

So each day from 4 pm to 8 pm she would be in there. Between the hours of 8pm and 12am she would write her papers at home. She went to every single lecture and seminar available for her specialization.

“Hmm I finished my presentation. I noticed how my colleagues were absorbed in their own conversations but my professor was attentive. Now back to work!”

The nothing dialogue

Jenny and Todd where sitting on a bench :
J: Todd what're you thinking about

T: Nothing
J: How is that possible?

T: Well what is there to think about dear?

J: I suppose there isn't anything left to think about

T: Well other have already thought about it all haven't they?

J: Well most of it at least.

T: How is that possible?

J: I don't know they just seem to have.

T: I still remember our school days don't you?

J: Yes our teacher told us what others thought about.

T: That was a shame.

J: I suppose so whenever we said anything she would correct us.

T: She liked to show us the right way of things.

J: Really is there such a thing?

T: Perhaps. Some seem to think so...

J: Hmm...
T: Our lives seem to be so good now that we're financially independent

J: Now we're free

T: Yes we're free to be slaves just like our parents

J: Well this is life now it can't be helped.

T: No it can't. I suppose...

J: Well there's no point in thinking about it too long now is there?

T: No there isn't we haven't got the time to think anymore.

J: Right all that we can think about is nothing that's all we can do

T: That's exactly what I was thinking about nothing.

Painea din Iasi. Un studiu Comparativ

Dat fiind ca papilele mele gustative au avut norocul de a cunoaste mancarea din aproape toata tara noastra in forma de peste (cu capul spre WEST) sunt blestemat la un comparatism culinar constant. Primul lucru care m-a lovit asa ca si un autobuz de un bloc este diferenta colosala intre painea de Iasi si cea de Reghin.

De fapt este o diferenta atat de mare intre cele doua incat adesea traiesc sub impresia ca Iasul detine o simpla simulare a acestui aliment plin de potential de altfel. As vrea sa spun fara exagerari ca painea Iasului (mai putin cea gasita in Carefure) are ca singura calitate faptul ca reuseste sa cada in stomac asa cum, in timpul celui de-al doilea razboi mondial, a cazut bomba atomica in Japonia.

Asadar este timpul sa incep aceast studiu dedicat alimentului format din acelasi aluat cu cel al covrigului dar care detine o alta tehnologie de prelucrare.

O prima diferenta este marimea. Painea de Iasi adesea imi da impresia ca a intrat la apa catarind de regula in jur de 200 de grame spre deosebire de cele 400 de grame a celei din Reghin, ca si pret ambele sunt pe acelasi loc. Hmm bizara treaba as spune.

Pe urma la varietate. Brutariile Iesene se pricep a face putine produse si aclea ducand lipsa varietate de parca creativitatea ar fi o gaura nearga care lear absorbi definitiv, in Reghin in schimb brutariile vad in creativitate un fel de necesitate pentru a rezista ca si afaceri.

Banuiesc ca este necesar a denumi in primul rand painile comune desi ca gust, marime si material difera considerabil: painea alba, painea neagra, painea de graham.

Acum urmeaza ce nu se gaseste in Iasi sau ce se gaseste foarte greu ( inca n-am reusit sa gasesc): Painea cu cartof, Painea cu seminte, Painea facuta in coaja de varza, Painea fara sare, Paine integrala.

Acum urmeaza baza paini, formula sa. Nu stiu exact ce se pune in vreo paine in schimb ingredientle din painea din Iasi o fac sa fie in primul rand greu, foarte greu de taiat de parca ai incerca sa tai o roata de cauciuc, painea de la Reghin este in schimb ca un unt moale la tait.

In ultimul rand vine prezentarea. In Iasi esti fortat sa iei o paine taiata asa cum este neavand libertatea a alege marimea taieri, magazinele de panificatie fiind putine adesea sub forma de tonete iar produsele lor sunt limitate neavand prea multe elemente de decor interior.In Reghin magazinele de panificatie ofera painii un tratement special, ea este pusa la aparatul de tait si ambalata in fata clientului. Painea nu este singurul lucru ce poate fi gasit, adesea se gasesc checuri, sadnwisuri, tarte chiar ba mai mult se gaseste inclusiv pesmet si lista ar putea sa continue.

In concluzie painea noastra cea de toate zilele daneao noua astazi dar fi tu gingasa de tine iesita din maini pricepute.

Decontoarele

Venele Iasului sunt desigur drumurile sale iar celule ce fug, se taraie, ori ajung sa stagneze sunt mijloacele de transport. Acuma majoritatea visam ori avem o masina dar acest post este despre transoportul in comun cel ce poarta decontoare, pe care cu toti le iubim cu toata fiinta noastra de altfel asa cum cu totii iubim si alte obiecte de uz public cum ar fi ghilotina ori de ce nu spanzuratoarea.

Acuma trebuie facuta o clasificare primara a acestor aprate moderne sau nu depinde de norocul fiecaruia. Sunt doua tipuri : cele digitale ce imprima in urma unui semnal de la un sezor (care e uneori mai selectiv, dragul de el, refuzand cu desavarsire orice bilet mai mototolit aducandu-ne aminte de Hitler) pe urma avem acele decontoatere nondigitale sau in limbaj mai comun apesi si sper ca se imprima deoarece adesea ele vor refuza sa isi lase urma fiind extrem de rezervate, scumpele de ele.

Desigur fiecare decontor nu e singur mai are si o pereche umana menita sa vada daca calatorul a reusit sau nu sa le violeze calumea fortandu-le sasi lase cerneala pe bilet. Asadar feritiva de decontoare sterpe.

Covrigi Iasi

Spre deosebire de alte metropole prospere, Iasul este in mod oficial orasul covrigilor. Probabil va intrebati de ce tocmai un asemean aliment incovoiat si-a gasit locul in acest oras istoric sincer acesta enigma inca nu si-a gasit rezolvarea dar poate problema trebuie analizata indeaproape.

In primul rand ar trebui vorbit despre sursa ei, simigeriile, in ultimele luni s-au inmultit mai ceva ca iepuri. Daca inaite era una singuratica in Podul Ros acuma nici nu apuci sa faci doi metri si deja apare alta. In locurile alta data infestate de fastfood au aparut aceste bacterii benefice.

In al doilea rand trebuie analizata situatia in termenul vazarilor. Oare pot atatea simgerii sa castige indeajuns de mult ? In mod bizar se pare ca da, intrucat cozile lor sunt dea dreptul comuniste, indiferent unde sunt situate. Se fac si se vand bine. De acum incolo nu mai e actuala in Iasi exprsia ,,Se vinde ca painea calda" ci, ati ghicit, ,,Se vinde ca COVRIGUL cald" in curand in iasi caini vor avea la prorpiu covrigi in coada iar nimeni nu ii va putea ajuta desi in mod paradoxal multi dintre ei refuza a consuma acest aliment contorsionat.

Desi povestea covrigul este lunga si anevoiasa ma voi oprii aici spunand doar ca in Iasi deja au fost mii de si mii de covrigi devoratii cu nemiluita si vanduti la 50 de bani bucata, o nimca toata pentru asemenea creatii blande si fragede.