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I keep talking about Sweden, but I don't think I've ever shared my personal memories. Time to do so.

This is another one of the stories I’ve postponed telling because it’s not easy and I had yet to feel “inspired”; then again, this blog is getting old and I’ve given myself yet another deadline to tell the stories that are important, inspired or not.

I was planning to go out tonight, and on my way out, my eyes fell on a headline: "Romanian nightclub blast kills 25". By the time I looked it up online, the casualties had gone to 26. And memories of a few nights in Bucharest came back.

A friend asked me for advice on studying in Vienna vs Prague - just the kind of incentive I needed to spin the wheel of memories.

Un fost "coleg de casa" din vremea studentiei m-a contactat cu cateva zile in urma sa-mi spuna ca va fi pentru cateva zile in Toronto. Si-am inceput sa-mi amintesc.. in engleza.
We were students and life was good. We served as an inspiration for Daft Punk (non)image, though we were never adequately compensated. These French people, always taking stuff from us, hard working beer lovers

A while back, in the “Hier spricht der FerienPunkt, Kostinesti!” article, I tried to figure out the song behind the “Radio Vacanta” generic was and I failed (nor could I find it elsewhere). If there’s one motto to my existence (or at least to my self-image), that’s never give up.

I need to commit some of my very recent memories to this blog, but precisely because everything happened so recently, I need to be even more ambiguous than usual.

As all the Toronto fans know, Timpuri Noi will perform for one night only tonight, Thursday at 7-8pm. I have a bunch of tickets to give away as my English-speaking friends could not make it.

When discussing history (as anything else), my primary source of “inspiration” is not Wikipedia but rather my own memory. I look up Wikipedia to find supporting evidence, however, as it can easily be accessed by anyone who’d want to verify or learn more. And in all this, the “go to figure” in my memories is the history teacher, Georgeasca.

Yet another childhood photo is stirring up memories. This time is with colleagues and friends, rather than teachers.

I have met quite a few Germans lately. One of them told me about his happy road trip through Romania and the Moldovan Republic, and I thought his story is worth sharing here.

The initial motivation in starting this blog was telling a number of "origin" stories. Some I have already told, some I left for later, but for the most part, telling these stories is the main raison d'etre for this collection of characters (i.e., letters, numbers and strange people – the constituent parts of this blog). One of them is the story of my last year or so in Romania, a time when I lived on my own in my Drumul Taberei / Favorit apartment.

There was a time when I was a virgin (well, I still am, but on my blog I like to pretend otherwise, maybe I’ll hook up with one of the supermodels with adventurous lives who read it). I thought I tell you some stories from those times - but I have to warn you: you might end up wishing you didn’t read it. I shall call this series “Intimations from the Age of Innocence.”

We were talking about stories never told and she confessed some early childhood game she used to play. As she had never told anyone, it took her a while and lots of encouragement to write it.

This having been started as a Romanian blog, I first wrote what to do in Amsterdam when you’re alive in Romanian, with a friend, as an exquisite corpse. Recently, I met yet another Dutch girl who gave me more than one smile, so in return, I figured I'd give the world the translated version.

This is an (Austro?-)German movie shortlisted for the Foreign Oscar and filmed in Bucharest. It’s great and rated 7.6 on IMDB, with a Metascore of 93. It is also remarkably warm and positive toward Romania.

Somebody, somewhere, posted a photo with a few of my primary school (Scoala Generala nr. 197) teachers. The fear of forgetting gets me to share some memories here.

I watched it a few days ago and promised myself I’ll write down my thoughts before this forgettable creation disappears from memory. On the plus side, I identified a Romanian actress in it.

With all the March 8th celebrations, I got this idea about writing an article about each important woman in my life, starting with early childhood or as far as my memories go. That would take a while.

Am avut nu demult treaba la Toronto Reference Library, adica mama soacra a tuturor bibliotecilor d-aici-sha, si m-am gandit sa va povestesc o chestie c-o blonda. Si cum / care este scurt-metrajul care-a inspirat 12 Monkeys.