Roleplay

Life is a scene and we are all actors, but unlike those who choose acting as a profession, we don´t get applauses at the end...we get tears of sadness...because everybody knows that once one goes behind the curtain, he will never return for another performance. We all have role models ..usually our parents...who guide us through the script enough to confide that we became capable of choosing only the roles that fit us and we can perform best in. Without realising we play more roles than a professional actor does, but we don´t always fit in all of them. Most roles are common...especially those that lead us to knowledge and financial pleasures...the role of the student, the role of the employee...and here, depending on the profession, differences are made. When it comes to our personal lives...the role everybody is expecting is the role of the husband/wife and parent...but some of us play separate alternative and hidden roles. We all want and like to play someone who is not our usual self...we keep this role well hidden and we blush and get nervous if somebody discovers our secret script. We choose strangers as partners, because we are afraid of disappointing the ones used with our everyday characters. This role is not build on a role model and does not have a script...the script is being written while we perform and this is what makes it the role of our lives...because it becomes unique...not to the world, but to us. I discovered my hidden role a long time ago, but later I found out that the only thing that made it special was that it naturally came to me before discovering that I am actually interpreting a character that already exists...still this is my special role and will always be my Oscar worthy moment...

Lazy Madrid

An empty apartment and the silence of a Sunday. A double bed with a corner covered by the strong Spanish sun. A curtain slowly moving, blown by the hot wind of Madrid. The street under the window is quiet...a woman can be heard from time to time, moaning with pleasure...and another one calling somebody across the street. No footsteps, no cars...just the calming silence of nothing... disturbed by my hamsterish friends, that make squireling sounds from time to time. The air is dry...my lips are constantly dried and I even get nose bleeds here...Andre´s room is bigger and it´s easy to enjoy the breeze on his huge bed...huge comparing to mine. I´m already sleeping in his bed and enjoying the space it offers. Tomorrow Irina is coming and I will have to share my ocean of softness...I had a hard week...and I deserve my weekend of laziness ..I cleaned everything I could clean, except my mind...which keeps creating dreams that are difficult to understand in the morning.

My international studies

I came to Spain because I wanted to improve my knowledge in the international field. My internship is suppose to help me apply the information I learned through my studies. What I didn't think about before was that in this period I am trying to apply the Western style of teaching in Romanian methods of work. It's been a month since I've been in the embassy, between well-trained people. Unlike Ukraine, the people in this embassy are young and easier to communicate with. The work and procedure though it's pretty slow. This month I didn't have so much to work with...just translations, studies, a few meetings at the ministries and culture houses and reading the media daily, for news about Romanians. The problem is that people are on holidays in this period. I was expecting this, but I thought that they would still find something interesting for me to do. Till now I didn't apply any of the stuff I've been learning, but I learned a lot of great new stuff...which also applies to daily life...like paying super attention in everything you do. I begged them to send me to the consulate also...and because I perused and stressed them out they took me there today. The first thing I saw was a priest somewhere close to the consulate’s building, begging for money for the church. The image continued with people lying on the grass across the street in the shadow...waiting to come in. Inside there was noise...a thing that was missing at the embassy. Everybody seemed to be talking at the same time. I realised that I was behind the cashier’s office. They took me inside a room full of papers and registers. A woman greeted me...she said that she knows me from somewhere...and she actually has the same family name as me. She told me to sit and gave me one of the registers...for 9 hours I wrote down numbers and names of people applying for papers to go home. Because it's holidays and they want to go to Romania they realise that their legal forms have expired and they need new ones...and since the Consulate is the place where they are being released, this is where they come. People work together here more, and so the atmosphere is very different. I don't know if I like it more or not...but at least I get to observe the people from the diaspora. They tried to do the whole system by computers, but some people didn't agree, so even if the ambassador thinks that computers do everything, people write down everything by hand.

I will be here for one month at least...I will see...but I don't think I will stay there for 9 or 10 hours everyday.