I am fond of silence and silence is fond of me. On snowy winter mornings when I write silence clears my worried mind and soothes my restless heart and calms my disposition. Silence is then stilly bliss. On torrid afternoons in summer when I espy through the window shirtless men and girls in shorts bantering, … Continue reading Blissful, Lonely, Noisy Silence
I once saw a beggar who received from an old lady a pack of biscuits. He thanked her, and then when she was out of sight, he gave all the biscuits to a stray dog. Romania is full of beggars, but I suspect richer countries have them too. They are an old phenomenon, that appeared … Continue reading Do You Give to Beggars on the Street?
This is the best time of the year to talk about monsters. When I was a little fellow, at that tender age when I was not quite sure where babies came from, my grandfather used to entice me to stay longer at his place by telling me stories about witches and aliens and local monsters. … Continue reading Do You Believe in Monsters?
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