Sunday I forsook the warm comfort of my attic and, dragging my weary body after me, ventured into Bucharest's biggest park, Herastrau, which unfolds around the lake with the same name. It was a cold, clouded day, so there were scarcely any people around. Anyway, I'm far too shy and awkward to photograph people. Do … Continue reading Herastrau Park
After the romantic misadventure with the blue-eyed nurse, I decided that spending another week alone at home would certainly bring me on the verge of madness. So I took a deep breath and smashed the piggybank upon the floor, and then collected my savings and purchased what I should have purchased a long time ago: … Continue reading Boy With A Camera
(Warning: I'm too depressed to bother about grammatical mistakes.) Dear friends, in the last week or so I’ve turned from a romantic hero into an almost-maniac. Sometimes, out of too much enthusiasm, out of too much passion, out of too much love, we lose our heads and say and do foolish things, we become bad … Continue reading The Aftertaste of Sorrow
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