Chicago in Bucharest

Yesterday I went to see the musical Chicago with Ana and Raluca, the Romanian version of the musical. It was pretty nice though i can't say it compares with a Broadway show. But it was fun and relaxing and all in all a nice way to spend a Sunday evening.

Then we went for a drink in Laptaria lui Enache. We didn't stay long because we were all pretty tired and we all had work the next day.

"Hell" - "Heaven"

I heard something very interesting these days. I can't remember if I read it somewhere or someone told me this, because of my extremely short memory, but I kept in mind the important part. The question was what ”hell" and "heaven" represent!? Do they exist as afterlife ways of "living" or are they just religious symbols, used to scare people and make them obey some human made up rules? Well, I heard this really interesting theory that really struck me. Hell should not be thought as something that will be but as something that it is. Do you know those people that are really old and sick, see their children and relatives die...but they keep on living, crawling on the face of the earth, carrying their last days as burdens?! Well this is hell. This is how you pay for the life that you have lived. Hell and heaven are nothing but the ways in which you spend your last days and the way you die. When you are old you pick up the fruits from the trees you planted and so very much tried to take care of during life. You pick up the fruits of your own actions. Somehow I find this theory very smart. But than again, what can "hell" and "heaven" represent for those who do not get to live their lives to the end. Those who die as infants or very young in different accidents. Do they pay with their own lives in order to punish their loved ones...or...do they pay for their own mistakes from another life!?

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.