Life vs. people

Yesterday my mother brought home a girl from the kindergarten she works at. The little girl is completely deaf. She is 9 years old and she has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I felt tears in my eyes the first moment I saw her but I knew I had to contain myself. She stayed at us over the night and slept with me and my sister in the room. I was so sorry I couldn't talk to her at all, just through little signs, but I could not ask her what cartoons she likes, or if she wants something or not and I felt horrible. My mother told me she is extremely poor, she has a lot of brothers and her parents earn very little. She was the only one in the family who could not hear or speak and her family did not know how to act properly towards her. So even if she is 9 she is still in kindergarten because she is a little behind other kids and cannot speak signs or relate things together. I don't know why but seeing her and getting to live with her for one day moved me a lot. It made me think of how important life is and what is actually important in it.

Astenie de primavara

Zilele astea m-am simtit putin coplesita de evenimentele din jurul meu si viteza cu care se deruleaza totul. Ma tot gandesc la faptul ca o sa dau licenta in vara si dupaia....nu stiu ce sa fac. Va trebui sa gasesc un rost in viata mea si inca nu sunt decisa ce cale sa aleg. Inca nu stiu raspunsul celor din Danemarca si nu stiu daca ma vor accepta sau nu...nu stiu daca voi pleca acolo sau nu....luna asta am inteles ca se fac si alegerile pentru loteria vizelor...dar sincer nu prea imi pun sperante pentru asta. E posibil ca nici unul din gandurile aste sa nu se implineasca si la sfarsitul lui iunie sa-mi dau seama ca nu stiu ce sa fac. Nu vreau sa-mi continui studiile aici si nu vreau sa ma inscriu la nici un program de master. In momentul de fata singurele lucruri care-mi fac decizia mai grea sunt persoanele din jurul meu....dar la 20 de ani viata abia incepe si drumul este lung asa ca la un moment dat ceea ce face relatiile sa fie puternice sunt micile hopuri peste care trec fara "damages"...

Hospital "Scarlat Longhin"

Yesterday I had to get surgery on my heel because I had two new Veruca. Hopefully I won't get anymore after this...hopefully....I also had to stay in the hospital over night for supervision. This was my first night in a hospital ever. Of course I used to sleep in a hospital when I was little and my grandmother had to work in night shifts, but I never stayed as a patient. It was extremely boring and there were only old people all around. The hospital looks horrible, it's very old...they try to keep it clean but still the bad hospital smell comes out and you cannot ignore the dirty toilets. Also the food is horrible. There is no cafeteria so you just have to switch with people and stay in line if you want to eat. But I rather didn't because it tasted horrible. I shared the ward with an old lady who had some sort of fungus on her legs from stress. She was really nice and we talked a lot about different things.

The surgery went great still and the doctor was great as well, I really like her.

Today is also my "baba" and by the looks of it the day is going to be really warm and beautiful which means my whole year is going to be sunny and happy and lucky. I hope.